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Students
"I'm worthless, you see - can't do much more than heal, and even that I don't do very well."
Basic Information:
Name: Shard Diamondsky
Age: 13 years
Grade: First Year
Gender: Female
Abilities: Healing
Classes: Advanced Healing
Relationship Status: Single
Age: 13 years
Grade: First Year
Gender: Female
Abilities: Healing
Classes: Advanced Healing
Relationship Status: Single
Biography:
Shard Diamondsky is a young girl around the age of 13, making her merely a first year here at Avalon, as she has never before heard of nor attended this school, or anything like it, in the past. While she is highly intelligent, she is very insecure, and, well, shall we say, whiny. She has no confidence, no pride, and zero faith in her work, or her abilities for that matter; all in all, Shard is a very broken little girl who knows nothing about how to fix herself, only others, though she doubts her abilities even now, when they have been clearly evidenced in the past, and she has witnessed the repercussions of her actions time and time again. Shard is a strong, natural born healer, able to mend even the most severe of wounds, as well as sense the sickness that may plague one's soul, hinder their physical form, not that she'll admit it, not unless circumstances require it, and even then, its only begrudgingly. Shard is timid and meek, with a terrible self esteem that makes it hard for her to connect with others, or to even venture outside of the shell she's surrounded herself with, she is extremely shy, believing herself to be worthless and her very existence pointless. At first, this is what her parents and everyone believed - as she grew older and showed no signs of improving in these mannerisms and behaviors, she was taken to a psychologist, who diagnosed the poor girl with something called "social anxiety," simply put, this disorder is what causes her timid behavior around others, as it is a disease in which its bearer struggles to find their place in the world and to interact socially with anyone or anything at all - it is why she seems so nervous and shy, and also why Shard often tends to stutter or stammer a lot. She feels as if she can never really connect to another, or as if they will understand her, and would rather lock herself away in her bedroom with her stack of books as soon as look at another living being or person, though Shard is inherently kind and caring in this nature herself, the anxiety limits her, causes her to doubt and second guess herself on all sorts of occasions and instances - social or not, hers has extended and bled over into just about every aspect of her life and tarnished the things she once held dear and thought were so good and well about herself, leading into her poor self image and the reasoning behind the way she is today. It is also why she doesn't have many friends, and why she doesn't interact well with people, quite frankly, if she is to interact with another, she does better if the said person is unconscious and unable to respond. Though she can work with different herbs and medications, Shard does best by just using her powers and fixing whatever is broken or disabled in the first place. Appearance wise, she is as unique as the next, for her hair is long and pink, falling down about her shoulders in rather straight waves, and her skin is an ivory pale hue, her body slender and petite, clad in a sweatshirt decorated as an mp3 player, gray colored jeans clad her lower half. Soft pink boots adorn her feet, though her hands are normally bare, and her eyes....her eyes are quite possibly the most unusual feature this young girl has, even when compared with everything else that goes on with and about her. The orbs are a pale, blood colored red, the pupil an inky black, the irises stained with a light blue intermixing with the bloodied coloring of the iris. While she is not tall, she's not exactly average either, for little else about her is, her height coming in at about 5'3", her weight somewhere around 115 lbs, tops, soaking wet. She doesn't look like much, nor does she believe she is, though due to her healing abilities and her fierce intellect, Shard has been placed in the Advanced Healing Magic class, not the normal healing curriculum, even though some consider her entirely too young for such an elite pace and course.
Theme Song: Loser by 3 Doors Down
"I'm a monster, but I didn't want to be."
Basic Information:
Name: Kesar Doppleganger
Age: 15 years old
Grade: Fourth Year
Gender: Male
Powers: Sanamancer, puppet master
Classes: Dark Magic
Relationship Status: Single
Age: 15 years old
Grade: Fourth Year
Gender: Male
Powers: Sanamancer, puppet master
Classes: Dark Magic
Relationship Status: Single
Biography:
Kesar is tall and lanky, with a shock of red hair that is darker toned in color and nature, its hue residing somewhere in the deeper crimson shades, though it is his eyes that seem to draw people's attention the most, along with his unusual marking, something that upon first glance, most people take as a scar, though it is anything but. In reality, this pattern is actually a seal that was placed upon his demon powers by his father, as being a half demon himself, Kesar can become quite vicious, lapsing out of control at times, especially during those instances of the year when the spirit world and that of the humans are more closely bound together. These include dates such as the equinoxes, ceremonial holidays, and of course, Halloween itself, when all things that go bump in the night are allowed to surface for a few hours of rule free fun and mischief, permitted to perform their own unique brands of chaos and macabre delight. However, Kesar himself is typically a sweet boy, if a bit odd. His mother's bloodline is that of a human, and as such, he is considered a half breed, an outcast, in both human and demon worlds, though this doesn't seem to stop or bother him in the slightest. He is what he is, and he can't change that, no matter how hard he tries, or how much he wishes differently, a hard fact he has come to accept over the years of suffering and torment taken at the hands of supposed "friends." It is why he is so much shyer, as he does a meeker, timid side to him, the one that most people will see in the beginning, wrought in combination by his appearance and the past that he tries so hard to hide from. If they can overlook the the weird, quirky bit of him they'll witness before he notices them, that is, for Kesar is notorious for not paying very much attention to his surroundings, reputed to be a bit of a scatter brain, if truth be told. In reality, Kesar has the mind of a child - growing up under an abusive demonic father did nothing for his growth and nutrition, and it left him with scars beyond repair, though it is Kesar himself to blame for the mental fracture that occurred in his later childhood years. His power, the ability gifted to him by his father, is that of a puppet master - simply put, he can control any being who looks into his eyes for more than a few seconds, if he so chooses, if he meets the additional requirement that he has recently touched them. It doesn't have to be a violent touch, either - a light tap on the shoulder will do, or perhaps it occurred when he was merely shaking your hand to make your acquaintance. In any case, once he has met those two conditions, he can take over a person's form and body, turning them into dolls that he and only he controls. Needless to say, a child with this type of ability and little understanding of what it can do is never a good thing, and so, when he broke his mother's mind, turning her into a brainless vegetable that could only do menial chores, Kesar ended up shattering his very world. Unable to live with himself and what he had done - he had, after all, in a sense killed his mother, as she lapsed into a coma a few weeks later and lies there to this day, Kesar retreated into his mind, creating a sealed off place where he could mourn and punish himself for his affronts, unable to come to terms with the fact that he had become his father, in a sense, and over something so mundane. He had just been angry, after all, upset that his mother wouldn't let him do something he wanted. He didn't truly mean anything by it. Yet in a hospital bed she lies, lifeless and for all pertaining consequences, dead to the world. And to him - Kesar is unable to bring himself to visit her in the throes of his intense remorse and guilt. That was when his father decided to put the seal about him, knowing he could not trust an offspring with such fragile mentality or control over his powers. In any event, the seal was something Kesar agreed to readily despite his young age, for the consequences of this ability, and what he could do with it, terrified him to no end, and he did not wish to accidentally activate it at a later date. But that doesn't mean that he can't still call upon or use this ability when he needs it - it only means that he is limited in its maneuvers, and that he can't call upon it often, there is a limit to how much strength and energy he can expend when using its intricate ploys. The incident of his youth scarred him, traumatized him, and as such, he has vowed never to use this ability again, unless it is to gain further control of it, and only then does he use it sparingly, controlling as the seal itself may be. Kesar has another ability as well, though, and it is one that is not quite so dark, or drenched in bloodshed and tragedy; it also comes from his mother - even though she hails from a long line of humans, she has the gift of sanamancy, and it is this particular feature Kesar will reveal to another, and it is this power in which he trains more fully to hone. On a normal day, he is upbeat and happy, quirky as all get out and a bit odd, but chipper and carefree nonetheless. Make no mistake, he is downright strange, and his mannerisms seem as if they are very out there, but his heart is in the right place, and he is a vastly caring boy when he wishes to be, in addition to being quite the klutz - Kesar will literally trip over anything and everything in his path, be it inadvertently in his way or out to the side, if it's possible to slam into it, rest assured, he most certainly will. He is constantly spraining ankles, walking into walls, and has even been known to close a door on himself from time to time. Despite this open and friendly nature, strange as it may be, Kesar is often feared and reviled for his appearance, for as mentioned earlier, his eyes are what draws peoples' attention to him in the first place. One eye is a vibrant Christmas colored green, the other a deep black with a red iris, no white showing in the sclera at all, proving his mixed blood heritage, while his binding mark, as mentioned previously, only serves to add to his morbid appearance. It often can be found lurking in plain sight as he doesn't even bother to attempt hiding it. The placement appears to be right in the spot where something would have cut into his neck rather deeply, with vertical lines etched into it; and as such, many jump to false conclusions regarding how he obtained it, as he doesn't really explain its presence all to well, unsure of how to go about such without seeming as if he's making up excuses or outlandish stories. In addition to being kind and caring, as well as extremely tender hearted, Kesar hates to see pain and suffering. He could easily use his abilities for the darker arts, but because of this particular odd quirk - just another in a long list of them - he often uses them for the greater good, if he employs their usage at all. Occasionally he'll use them to get himself out of a tight spot if he ever finds himself in one, because like all teenagers, he is young and prone to irresponsible tendencies. All in all, Kesar is quite powerful, but doesn't realize it, partly due to the binding, and partially because his control over his abilities are still rocky, and as a younger aged teen, he's still figuring things out. Kesar will often apologize when he fears he's offended or harmed someone, especially if it's unintentionally. He wears a burgundy red colored suit set with black leather shoes, dressing well and ensuring to maintain his best appearance, though he usually doesn't brush his hair, wears two iron rings upon his finger, and can be found smoking whenever he gets a chance.
Theme Song: Unsteady by X - Ambassadors
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm not the social type."
Basic Information:
Name: Leah Cothern
Age: 16 years old
Grade: Fifth Year
Gender: Female
Powers: Wolf shifter, Seer
Classes: Self Defense
Relationship Status: Single
Age: 16 years old
Grade: Fifth Year
Gender: Female
Powers: Wolf shifter, Seer
Classes: Self Defense
Relationship Status: Single
Biography:
Leah Cothern is a young female shapeshifter of rogue or loner nature, with a slender stature and an even slimmer build, as she has always been considered a runt and small fry. Her hair is long and blue, the tone of the electricity that arcs through the city lines, her eyes are black as midnight, so deep and dark that one easily loses themselves in their depths. The skin that clads her is a pale, creamy white, soft and succulent, gentle and calming, though little else about her is. Her height comes in at about 5'2 and her weight at about 100 lbs, a bit underweight for one of her age. Her animal form contains a short coat of thick black and white fur, the colors matched and alternating to provide her slender, lithe body with an interesting pattern that often distracts her enemies eyes, though in this form, her eyes change color so that they are a bright, sea blue, a soft and trusting color, though the orbs themselves are anything but, as cold and hard as the rest of her heart and soul. Leah is small, skillful, and fast, light on her feet and nimble as a feather, traits and features she will readily use to her advantage, if given the chance. The girl is also a natural sneak, she can slip past virtually any security system or guard without detection, without cause for worry or concern. Most never even know she is there, and if she is discovered, the girl knows how to fight, and fight well, the strength gifted to her by her shifter DNA providing more strength than one might expect, though her form is mainly built for quick, swift speed and silent stealth, her body honed and trained to such a thing. She wears all black, it helps her to blend in at night, the outfit complete with a baggy sweatshirt the shade of midnight, pants that are just as tight and complimenting of her form adorning her lower half, though these jeans are of the paler blue hues. In order to hide her face and conceal her figure further, she also wears the hood of her sweatshirt up, though her hair often hangs past the inky colored boundaries. Boots clad her feet, though they make nary a sound when she wears them, even when brand new and unbroken, though she loathes buying anything new for herself, as the older items she has are far more comfortable and suitable for her work. Leah has been known to thieve in the past when times have been rough and life has been hard, doing what she can to survive and stay one step ahead. She fears little, and what does pain her, she goes to great lengths not to reveal, as she would rather anyone not know what she is capable of or what weaknesses she might employ; her personality is a cold, distant one, as she has never really been all that friendly or trusting, due to her past, something she often keeps secret from others, and has never revealed to another being who has managed to call themselves her close friend, as it is just not in her nature to do so. Leah is an extreme antisocial, to the point that she hardly talks at all, and when she does, it is in a whisper soft, deadly serious voice, one that often spells doom for her enemies; she almost never has to raise it in defense or anger, though she also has quite the temper. Many flee or cower in the face of her rage, those that don't simply put a bullet in her, that is. When she does talk, not only is it so soft one has to strain to hear the individual words, it is also short and clipped, precise and to the point, with a sassy, sarcastic ring to it. She's very blunt, and if pushed, will tell it like it is, she has no qualms about holding back and no use or concern for being overly kind, or even toning down her language and opinions a bit, sometimes coming off as a rather brash and bold personality style, though any courage is an extension of her other emotions. Leah is also extremely untrusting, never before opened herself up to another, nor does she ever intend to, she has no desire to do so, and really sees no reason to. Her past is her past, and her life is her own. Get close to her, fine, she'll put up with an occasional annoyance, anger her, and that particular being will end up on her short list, a place they undeniably do not wish to be. Leah is not one that is easily bent to one's whims or wills, nor is she easily broken or controlled. She is fiercely independent, extremely jaded, and quite volatile when angered. She has a strong spirit, though she does not believe it herself, and her self esteem is not the greatest in the world, not that it concerns her. Many have often described her as feral, and they would be right, as she has been alone so long she has almost forgotten what it is like to interact with another, to feel a warm, loving touch, or to know peace with those you love. Leah is also death defyingly loyal, once one manages to endear themselves to her, she won't leave their side, no matter their chosen path or the things they find themselves getting into. She will follow faithfully and aid when needed or die trying. She is 16 in her human form and 2 in her animal one; in addition, she is a rather gifted young Seer, bequeathed with a dagger like marking upon her right wrist, a mark that flashes in warning when there is danger, she has also been known to hear voices or have visions of the future.
Theme Song: Chalk Outline by 3 Days Grace
"The past is the past, and try as we might, we can not change it."
Basic Information:
Name: Silvan Sterling
Age: 16 years old
Grade: Sixth Year
Gender: Male
Powers: Luxmancer, Seimancer
Classes: Light Magic, Self Defense (Magic)
Relationship Status: Single; interested in Mai
Age: 16 years old
Grade: Sixth Year
Gender: Male
Powers: Luxmancer, Seimancer
Classes: Light Magic, Self Defense (Magic)
Relationship Status: Single; interested in Mai
Biography:
Silvan Sterling is a young man of average height, with long silver locks that gifted him with his name upon the instance of his birth, and bright blue eyes the color of the sky, a turquoise shade when all is well and right with the world, shifting to a darker stormy color when all is not, when there is some abnormality that requires correction or adjustment, or perhaps when some seemingly small injustice has been wrought. He is quite open and friendly, a sociable person in most instances, though in addition to this fact, he can also be quite the loner, another trait on the opposite side of the popular spectrum. He loves trees and nature, and he adores taking trips to the park, if only to revel in the abundant beauty of the world, and to marvel at the way in which nature seems to be so perfectly correct, even in those instances where she seems unjust and cruel, knowing that for everything, there is a reason, as they each and all have their own parts to play in the circle of life. To be 16, Silvan is very calm and mature, extremely intelligent and studious, though he can also be laid back and easy going, rather on the lazy side, if one where honest. He enjoys helping others, and making them feel better about themselves, often giving them a hand or a boost when they need it, knowing what it is like to struggle through dark times himself - he's been there, he's done it, and he doesn't ever particularly want to go back. He is gentle and kind, a bit awkward and very much unique, striving always to be his own person, to make his own path and way in life. While friendly, once started he tends to ramble, and it can be rather difficult to get him to quiet after he's initially set on a topic, whether he is ranting or not. Slow to anger, when he finally does crack or burst, one had better watch out, for his temper has been known to get the best of him, and after being pushed to his breaking point, he can become quite cold and rude, sadistic and ruthless, really, if one were honest with themselves. Silvan often reads peoples moods whether he means to or not, he doesn't' know how, he just happens to be able to tell to some extent how they're feeling, mainly by watching their body language, and so often tends to react off of that, whether it be good or bad. Portray being nervous, he's bound to become nervous. Act confidently, he'll follow suit. It all depends on how you are when you meet him, and how you treat him, regarding how he'll see and treat you. Be kind to him, you'll have a friend for life. Make him angry, and you'll face a wrath the likes you've never seen. He is very loving, protective, and quite charmingly funny when he wishes to be, though as with anything and everything else, Silvan is two sides of one coin, all rolled into one, meaning he is also aloof and cool, calm and collected. He can come off as the stand offish type, but in reality, he is anything but. Silvan takes awhile to warm up to certain types of people, however, once he's comfortable with another, he'll joke around and cut up as if they've been the best of friends forever. He'll never abandon someone in need, least of all a friend; it is said the reasoning he has a varied personality that seemingly blends two different types of people together lies in the mystery of his powers, for they are those of a luxmancer and a seimancer combined, two different people styles altogether in each of themselves. He speaks to the spirits he finds randomly hanging about in most cases, though if he happens to catch the odd looks of his classmates or fellow students, he may opt to simply gesture vaguely in apology to explain he'd rather not be bothered at the moment, as he certainly does not wish to freak anyone out or even mildly startle them, his soul is so gentle and caring. Silvan has also been frequently found or seen wandering by himself, in most instances, merely looking around and taking in the scenery, or peering into the inky depths of the sky, especially at night, when the stars are bright and shining, winking down upon him from the heavens surrounding the earth, as if he has a long kept secret or some darker design known only to him, the stars can lift with the twinkling whirl of their beauty. Although most who know him can't imagine the boy doing anything outside of the rules or law, unless it's for the sake of a friend. He is rather on the skinny side, with a lanky edge that most mancers don't see, wearing a deep blue dressy style shirt, cut in a v at the bottom to show off his toned abdomen, with a v collar to show off the muscled chest as well. A silver cross hangs about his neck, and a black jacket covers his torso, as well as darker colored pants adorning the lower half, boots sheltering the smaller feet. Silvan desires justice in all instances, it is a big part of his life and well being, based upon his past and the things that haunt him still this day, something he often opts not to tell another even if they wish to know - he doesn't want to open that door and bond with another based solely on past tragedies, believing that will never lead to healing or enable him to move on with his life. Silvan is, however, an orphan, with no family to call his own, and so will stay at the school even during the holidays, much to his friends' chagrin and bewilderment. A little known fact is that in addition to being human, he has fairy lineage, though his blood lines are a bit muddled and unclear. As a result, he has beautifully traced wings that lie upon his shoulders in the form of a pair of tattoos when they are not in use, though he rarely shows or displays them. Indeed, as of this date, only the headmaster of the entire school knows of this particular feature, and he has sworn to Silvan he would keep it a vitally guarded secret. He is so intelligent that it is often hard for him to come down to another's level, and though he doesn't mean to, Silvan usually talks above some of the younger students heads with his intense studies and vast knowledge of all things trivial.
Theme Song: Wake Me Up by Avicii
No quote to speak of.
Basic Information:
Name: Elias Albright
Age: 17 human years; 2 wolf years
Grade: Sixth year
Gender: Male
Powers: Winged Wolf Shapeshifter, pyromancer
Classes: Combative Magic, Magic History, Pyro Studies
Relationship Status: Single; interested in Aya
Age: 17 human years; 2 wolf years
Grade: Sixth year
Gender: Male
Powers: Winged Wolf Shapeshifter, pyromancer
Classes: Combative Magic, Magic History, Pyro Studies
Relationship Status: Single; interested in Aya
Biography:
Elias, is, in a word, huge in both of his forms, a large imposing brute that really has no wish for harm in his heart, usually feared and shirked upon first meeting. In his human shape, he has creamy white skin, unmarred by scars or a hard life outdoors, though his existence has been anything but easy or even remotely happy, his hair is a light black, full and thick, sticking out along the sides, drooping down into his vibrant orange eyes, orbs the color of molten flame and hardening lava, as bright as the flames he controls, as smokey and hazed as the black cloud that rises from his fires, providing him a defense when others would use these marvelously colored orbs against him, would attempt to soul gaze and see into his past, their apparent murk clearing only when he is happy, joyful, or thrilled, a rare occurrence indeed. He wears a low cut tee of the gray variety, and a black jacket that covers his back side, decorated with a slew of intricate designs. There is a piercing in his chest and two more in his chin. He is usually found in blue jeans, black combat boots, and a pair of finger-less gloves adorn his hands. In his wolf form he has thick, fluffy fur that adds to his already imposing height, the hair shifting into bangs that hang constantly down into his eyes, the orbs still as orange as the day he was born, piercings occupying roughly the same places as in his human form, with the exception of a couple extra ones appearing in the front of his chin. His fur is a multitude of colors, a myriad of red, black, and tan, all of the shades coming together nicely, accenting one another without even consulting with the other, flowing in an easy pattern in haze, all the way to the tips of his magnificently large wings, the feathered appendages roughly half his size in his animal form, but as long as he is in his human shape, providing him an advantage in aerial battle, for he is quite the flyer when he so chooses to be. Elias is the strong, silent type, preferring not to speak or socialize, especially if it's about his past. He clams up when this topic comes about, averting his gaze and refusing any and all contact for days or even weeks afterwards, pulling away from those would have him a friend, who would name him as a close acquaintance. There are times he even goes so far as to disappear in times like these, if only to deal with the rising qualm of emotions that surge within him, to attempt to make sense of the harshities life has deemed to throw his way, things he keeps locked away deep in his heart. He hates when the more social wolves and people approach him, attempting to make friends, to force him into a social situation he has no great need or love for. If he speaks at all, it's barely even a sentence, and he refuses to look them in the eye, turning his face away so that one can't read his expressions, though he is extremely loyal and protective to those who manage to break through his shell, to hammer through the dense wall that is his skull, those whose persistence granted them the rank of a friend, albeit a grudging and stony one. Elias would gladly die for those who get close to him, has no problem with throwing away his life if it means that another can live in his stead, can have an existence far happier and greater than his own. His temper is volatile and great, unpredictable when he is provoked, and for this reason, Elias will turn and walk away from an argument, fearing what the loss of control might entail for those around him, his pyro like powers giving him the ability to burn those who offend him to a crisp, if he so chooses, if he so deems fit when in the blackest of moods. He has no great love for pups, though his main duty lies in their care, or did, as an Omega of his pack, finding them immensely irritating and increasingly hard to control and keep track of as the years go by, though he is only about seventeen. His gaze is cold and icy, walled and barriered to the hilt, formulated to keep out those who would wish to break him from his shell, a place he'll not leave easily, though on the inside, he can be quite the softy. He hates to see others suffer, especially those he likes or has grown attached to, and anyone who hurts them will face his eager wrath, his insane need for justice or vengeance. The urge to help and protect those around him sometimes becoming overwhelming, leading him to stick and hang around silently when he feels he is needed, or can tell that one of the rare few who can call themselves his friends require some sort and type of support. If he likes you, the rejoice, for you've a friend for life, but get on his bad side, and you may never redeem yourself, invoking his wrath for any and all things he views as unjust.
Theme Song: Bring me Back to Life by Extreme Music & My Demons by Starset
"When life screws you over, well, then it's only fair you get to screw it back."
Basic Information:
Name: Kya Kelvin
Age: 17 years
Grade: Seventh year
Gender: Male
Powers: Tiger Shifter
Classes: Standard Survival & Stealth, Shifter Combat, Biology, Toxicology
Relationship Status: Single
Age: 17 years
Grade: Seventh year
Gender: Male
Powers: Tiger Shifter
Classes: Standard Survival & Stealth, Shifter Combat, Biology, Toxicology
Relationship Status: Single
Biography:
Kya Kelvin, is, in a word, indifferent. He is a not so traditional bad boy who spends his days wiling away the hours with female companions or on his own - never with friends or family, of which he has none. Being a tiger shifter, he is a loner by nature, as these great cats are solitary animals, save for a mother with her cubs or a mating pair, neither of which interests Kya, even if he could potentially change his gender and sire some offspring of his own, he doesn't particularly want little mini hims running around, seeing as one of him is quite enough, thank you. As for a steady or constant girlfriend, he simply has no interest - though he will engage in the occasional fling, hence his flirtatious ways - seeing as it will most likely never last, and quite frankly, Kya doesn't have that kind of commitment. Even if he could find a girl that was willing to put up with his lazy tail and accept him for who he is, he isn't in the habit of letting people in, nor is he one that opens up about his past, the history that made him into who he is today, and the decisions that lead to the choices he makes. His path is his to walk and his alone; Kya has always been a big believer in such a thing as fate, knowing that some things are preordained and he is powerless to change them, though he does have his own choices to make, and he is always given another option. Put simply? Though Kya believes in fate to a certain extent, that doesn't mean he won't enjoy sticking it to that fickle monster every chance he gets, for Kya is quite the fighter. He doesn't back down, nor does he run, instead standing strong and facing his troubles head on, firmly proclaiming there is no other way to do things - after all, if you run, what good have you accomplished? What goal have you reached? The short answer: none. And so he will stubbornly argue, as well as stand up for those who are deemed weak or unable to fend for themselves; he can't stand a bully, even if, at times, he might seem like one himself. Kya has been termed on the antisocial side, since he rarely talks, especially considering the fact he never goes out of his way to seek out or make any friends, believing he is better off without them anyway - in the end, they'll only get him into trouble, or when he needs them the most, they'll abandon him as his family did, leaving him to suffer in silence and alone. Despite the fact that Kya is a loner, he doesn't believe himself to be better than anybody else, and so if spoken too, will engage in conversation readily enough, if given the proper motivation. Just don't expect it to be polite or pleasant, because often, it will be neither. Kya's tone depends on his mood, and given that he's generally indifferent to human contact or what happens to be going on in the school, his tone and wording choices usually reflect that, sometimes even coming off as downright rude, though in reality, that isn't his sought after accomplishment or end goal. He is quite cynical, often raising a brow in disbelief as to another student's claims, and usually greets any outrageous statements with any of his typical proclamations, which range from a slightly skeptical demeanor to an outright sarcastically bitter tone. He can be quite rude, when given the inspiration to be or when he's not feeling quite well, or when he simply wants to be left alone - rather than ask the person to politely bug off, he'll crankily inform them of their need to shut up, as he doesn't care, before he stalks off for some much needed solitude. He does best when left to his own company, though if pushed, he can speak in front of other students, or even in front of large crowds: one just might not necessarily like what it is he has to say, when left to his own devices. As previously mentioned, though he's not against spending time with another, he's just as likely to stalk off on his own, whichever prospect suits his mood the most at the time is the path he will follow, and the option he will take. In his human form, Kya has medium length dark hair in the black range, somewhere in the glossy charcoal hue, even if its ends are a lighter shade of gray in color on his left side, not quite ash, but not exactly a dark gray, either. His face is handsome and chiseled, finely shaped and crafted with almost perfect skin, a pale complexion that even the fairest of students often envy, though Kya himself does not - he finds that he often burns easily, due to a lack of pigmentation, considering the genetic glitch upon the white tiger's gene coding, and usually has to either go about in his animal form or lather on the sunscreen. His form is muscled, though not broad and brawny; instead, he is lean, toned and ready for battle, fully prepared to stake out and hold his own. This young male is average to on the taller side, seeing as his height comes in a meager 5'7," translating to the fact that while he is not as monstrously tall as some, he is not ludicrously short, either. He is typically dressed in black - black shirt, black pants, black gloves...sometimes he can be seen with a gray jacket tied about his waist, but only on those days in which the air is in the realm of frigid, as he typically can withstand the minor changes in climate that occur here in the sheltered, protected realm that is Avalon. His eyes are a silvery golden color, depending upon what light he is in; the male wears a simple black necklace that ends in a cross as a pendant, as well as two silver chains ending in what often appears to be dog tags, though he'll often not reveal the reasoning behind this, and, in most cases, ignores any line of questioning directed at it - even when the askance comes from whatever girl he happens to be currently "dating." A dragon tattoo stretches up his right arm, and normally black tennis shoes or boots clad his feet. There is a piercing in each of his ears, as well as a thin chain bracelet upon his right arm; a belt often anchors his pants about his narrow waist, his form, though muscled, is unusually slender, not at all built like the frame of a normal male, especially in his species and culture. In his animal figure he cuts a striking figure, seeing as his fur is a beautiful snowy white, outlined and variously marked with the ink black lines consisting of stripes, intricate and alternating in their design, this form is muscled and powerfully built, displaying all the regal aspects of his feline nature.
Theme Song: Castle of Glass by Linkin Park
His quote is pending.
Basic Information:
Name: Reign Rees
Age: 16 years
Grade: Seventh
Gender: Male
Powers: Unknown
Classes: Undecided
Relationship Status: Single
Age: 16 years
Grade: Seventh
Gender: Male
Powers: Unknown
Classes: Undecided
Relationship Status: Single
Biography:
Reign Rees is a young male who hails from an unhappy background, and one that is not well known throughout the school; only a select few are aware of the true story of his past, the actual history that brought him here to this place, to be raised in the tender strict care of his uncle, teacher Andy Rees. His original name was Reign Wells, but seeing as his mother was a high school dropout who married her sweetheart, his father, only for the worthless brute of a vampire to leave her high and dry upon finding out she was pregnant, the boy was given over to the care of her elder brother, his uncle, who promptly changed his name to reflect such status, as his mother could not stand the thought of raising him alone, nor could she take the risk of keeping a child if it meant regaining Reign's biological father. For he promised to return should she give the babe up for adoption, and so the secret arrangements were made and the promise sealed, consigning Reign to his current fate. He has never seen nor heard from his parents ever since, and to shield him from the intended pain, Andy has never really spoken of them, despite the short period of time where Reign grew curious over them, as every adopted child will do, and asked incessantly for answers both night and day. Once he finally received them, the boy was crestfallen, and, hurt and broken as he was, Reign let the subject drop, never to be brought up or discussed again. It is not something he speaks of lightly, nor is it something he is willing or open to sharing - to date, only his uncle, related school personnel, and his best friend Sylvia know of these origins, though out of respect for both he and his uncle, each keeps their mouth shut and the secret is never uttered from their lips. Most simply believe that Reign is staying with his uncle until he is finished with school - they never even stop to consider the other possibilities, or the correct notion of the truth, nor do they bother to ask, much less approach, unless they need a favor. Could he convince his uncle to do this? Might he ask his uncle to do that? Would he consider beseeching his uncle to prepare a longer lecture on such and such? People never approach Reign to see how he's doing, to befriend him, or because they would like to get to know him, or simply desire his company. Nor do they even attempt to become his friend: they make their requests, politely thank him, and then scamper off to consume the rest of their day with the mindless drone that consists of their lessons - provided they attend them, that is. As a result, a boy who was already a bit socially awkward, unsure of how to interact or gain the needed companionship provided by friends, has grown rather reserved, and can be quite the jerk, when the situation calls for it. He has a sharp tongue and does not fear the possibility, nor the idea, of using it, and will often let the words roaming about within the depths of his brilliantly, and equally, sharp mind fly, though it is normally in an eloquent fashion, even during those times in which Reign employs insults. What does not help is the the notion that Andy really isn't the best of social role models, even if he might indeed be an excellent teacher, and this does exceedingly little to aid or correct this issue in the long run. His high expectations and unyielding views upon opinions have left Reign rather harsh and judgemental, coupled with this is the fact that the red haired youth is able to hide his social ineptitude rather well - most would never even guess him to have a near panic attack when someone approaches to speak to him, merely think him a bit odd, or perhaps on the quiet side, even if he will speak when spoken to. Some consider him to be a rebel without a cause, others have come to the belief that he walks about with a chip on his shoulder, as if the world owes him something, but in truth, Reign is nothing of the sort. He is uncertain of how to interact with others, to be sure, leading the youth into being overly formal in most cases, unable to relax and let loose, but he isn't a terrible person, despite what many might think. Nor is he a depressed maniac just waiting for his chance to get even with the world - while he might think it only a gloomy and depressing place, he is fully aware that he and only he can change it, or his opinions, regarding the fickle hand of fate, and that he will have ups and downs, good days and bad. To put it simply, he is mature (though he does have a rather sarcastic streak and isn't afraid to show it); the youth is shockingly quite accepting of the fact that life doesn't always go the way one wants it too, and so endures, taking setbacks stoically before picking himself up, dusting himself off, and pushing forward to try again. In appearance, he could be considered of average height while wearing his shoes, which have a built in wedge of a heel, though he is more accurately known to be on the shorter side for a male. Coming in at only about 5'4, he's one of the smallest male students at Avalon, not that he lets this bother him....too much, that is. He'll only become upset over it if teased, and even then, he usually isn't too uptight. His hair is a flaming fire red, hanging about the pale structure of his face, his eyes are unsettling, to say the least - instead of the usual green or blue, his orbs lie in the apprehensive realm of gray, sometimes becoming an even further startling clear white, a stark contrast to the vibrancy that is his hair. He is skinny and lean, normally wearing an alternating pattern of both red and black in the form of shirt and jacket, with dark denim blue jeans. He completes the outfit with burgundy colored tennis shoes, and can often be viewed with several silver piercings both in his right ear, further accented by a mere couple in his chest. He has but one friend, as mentioned earlier, and that is a young woman who goes by the name of Sylvia Knight. It is unknown how the two became so close by the rest of the school, though the original story goes something along the lines of the pair finding an orphan wolf pup whose mother was caught in a bear trap and had died a quite horrendous death. Normally an angel and half blooded vampire would not mix so well, but the pair has since become inseparable after the white winged female's return to Avalon after an initial spat in which Reign blamed the girl for abandoning him to his uncle's mercy here within the prim walls of Avalon. By all appearances, they are fine without the large social groups that most teenagers flock to join in pining eagerness for acceptance, seemingly content with their own unique clique of two. However, Reign is exceedingly proud, and will often refuse to ask for help, even if it might be a case in which he desperately needs it.
Theme Song: Pending
No quote as of yet.
Basic Information:
Name: Orion Featherbright
Age: 18 years
Grade: Eighth year
Gender: Male
Powers: Dracomancer, Chi Sensing
Classes: Dead Language Literature, Curse Creation, Magic Heritage Studies, Speechless Spellcasting
Relationship Status: Single
Age: 18 years
Grade: Eighth year
Gender: Male
Powers: Dracomancer, Chi Sensing
Classes: Dead Language Literature, Curse Creation, Magic Heritage Studies, Speechless Spellcasting
Relationship Status: Single
Biography:
Orion's information is coming soon.
Theme Song: Like You by Evanescence
Teachers
"What was that? So you think a man can do better? Think again."
"I'm sorry, did I strike a nerve?"
"I'm sorry, did I strike a nerve?"
Basic Information:
Name: Aaliyah Akuma
Age: 20 (3 1/2 in lion age)
Gender: Female
Powers: Lion Shifter
Class: Shifter Combat
Age: 20 (3 1/2 in lion age)
Gender: Female
Powers: Lion Shifter
Class: Shifter Combat
Biography:
Aaliyah grew up in the Akuma Pride as a warrior before she ever ventured to Avalon or dared to come through it's gates, mired in the traditions and doings of her people, and as such, she has become a fiercely independent female who will do anything to stand on her own to feet, and often despises the male gender, at the very least, doesn't even pretend to get along with them, since where she came from, females were the inferior sex, and often treated like dirt, made to believe they were nothing more than mere toys for the males enjoyment. Aaliyah rebelled against this idea with other females of her pride, and once the lionesses rose to power and their roles cemented in the new way of doing things, the pride's future as such secured, Aaliyah found she no longer felt welcome in her own home, and so began to wander, coming upon the doors of the school she and her pride had passed so very long ago. She is of average size, with a lean body that is clearly honed and built for fighting, not the slender speed required of a huntress, though her mother tried her hardest to get all of her daughters to follow in her paw steps. Aaliyah, being the strong willed, bull headed fae she is, bluntly refused, and in not so nice of terms, told her mother just what she thought of the simple minded females who did nothing but mindlessly follow the male's orders, though there is little Aaliyah can do about the structure of her culture, and nothing she could accomplish in order to change her fate. She remained with the pride because she figured life as a loner would be worse, there would be no protection from the rogue males when her time of the month came, though towards the end of her stay in Akuma, Aaliyah no longer had to worry about such. This young lioness does not consider herself beautiful or attractive, though most males do not find that she is not unappealing, her coat is a darker shade of tan, solid on color, only her toes are lighter in shade, with a darker tail tuft upon the slender appendage that flicks to and fro. Her face is an angled one, longer than permitted for classic beauty, but unique and intriguing all the same. A lighter swath of beige lines her lower jaw, neck, chest, and underbelly, though it halts at her hips and flanks. She has a few scars here and there, and the eyes are a golden color, neither here nor there, an oddity for her race and people. In her human form she is taller than usual, with a healthy figure crafted in the image of curves; she normally wears skin tight black and red clothing with a leather collar for a subtle pun and the attractive look it gives her, as well as some red silk ribbons that decorate her otherwise bare arms. In addition, her eyes go from a golden brown to a demonic red, often scaring away or startling those around her, those who have not been near and are unused to such things. Her weapon of choice is a broadsword that most would think to heavy for her wiry arms, but they would be much surprised and mistaken to find that she wields the thing with ease, and will often slaughter with a smile, she, unlike many of her pride mates, holds no qualms about killing, and for this reason, many of the pride avoided her. During her stay in the pride, males learned to steer clear over the years due to the reputation she has earned regarding sterilization if they pushed her too far, too hard, and too fast, for she's not afraid to defend herself. She is 20 in her human form and 3 1/2 in her animal one; her personality is a rather cold and cruel one with a sadistic streak unheard of in most of her gender, as females are often referred to as the "gentler sex". She is a hard teacher, and is not afraid to teach her students the more intricate part of battle - including the killing blows, something Avalon has frowned upon, and since forced her to rectify, though in defiance, the fae has taken to simply teaching her students how to maim or cripple instead. She has no use for weaklings, and is quite the stubborn lioness, often standing up for her own opinions even if unbidden; in addition to this, Aaliyah has quite the reputation for being battle hungry: she'll fight with anyone and anything, no matter how old, despite how immature it may seem, as evidenced when the teacher placed herself in a little spat with a particular student by the name of Vivien.
Theme Song: Warrior by Disturbed
Pets
Name: Gimo
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Owner: Elias Albright
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Owner: Elias Albright
Gimo is a small, adorable little hamster that was near death when Elias found him randomly wandering in the forest. The larger winged shifter took the tiny animal in and nursed him back to health, and Gimo has been with him ever since. He has a white base coat with a wiry overcoat of stone gray fur, and shiny black eyes, in addition to his tiny pink paws and ash colored nose. He is quite the hit with the ladies because he's so gentle and fluffy.
Name: Crimson
Gender: Female
Age: 200 years
Owner: Orion Featherbright
Gender: Female
Age: 200 years
Owner: Orion Featherbright
Her information is coming soon.