WereFolk: There are a lot of werefolk, each fo the subraces born from a common deity or ancestor that melted their souls together. In any case, there are werewolves, weresharks, werecats, werebulls, werehorses, werebears, wereboars, werefoxes (the mithic asian kitsunes), and the like. Every breed has two branches: Lowbloods, who would be the ones you see in movies: humanoid animals with no control and that look like horrible lab disasters. Highbloods are different in that they are purer blend of animal blood. They change into wolves at will and keep their minds unless the full moon comes in to play, then the moon makes them feral. They aren't bloodthirsty monsters like their cousins, but they are more wild and unpredictable.
Ascention Academy (or AA): The private school Ascention Academy, or AA, for "gifted" children. Unlike the popular academy in the X-men, this school wasn't for mutants, but for the monsters and other creatures that needed to learn how to fit in to modern society and learn a trade or at least the tools to turn into respectful members of society.
AA was a prestigious academy located in an island in the Sena from wich it controls the hole river. The castle grounds were massive and thanks to the nature of the students it covered enough land to basically be a small town in itself, with some historical events that had left markings in the construction of the place since it was build, some couple of hundreds of years ago. Now, it looked like the scars of an old traveller. The main road comes conects the city of Paris (via bridge) with the island, and goes up a hill to the main gate in the stone wall protecting the castle. All around, a beautyful and old forest occupied the rest of the island.
The village of the school is a whole high-school and University deal, with it's campus and everything. It all is inside the walls of an enormus tall and well made wall, and many of the buildings are close to the wall. Upon entering through the gates one could see the main square, a well cared park domained in the middle by a white tree that was planted right in the middle. It was said that the founder of the school was buried under it and that it has been planted over his grave.
It has been built as a fortress for a mage and alchemist with an enormus amount of wealth, but then the mage started to build more and more room for his apprentices and to the moment when he died, he had way over half the buildings they are now. Beautifully made, resilient and with a purpose.
Aside from that, it is regarded as not only a school, but a training facility of sorts where kids are trained on how to control transformations, abilities, magic, and how to function in modern society as well as getting the BEST education in the world.
Old Races: This term refers to every inhuman people, considered to have their foundations when the homo erectus was arising. They were the citizens of the world then and Dragons reigned over the skies and many other creatures saw them as the lords of all inhuman creatures.
But no dragons are left now, and one by one the Old Races, became extinct or started to fall. First, the wars between them with the humans as pawn ended with the humans rising over all of them. Then, the slowly reduction of their birth rate began as the humans expanded all around the globe, and then, desperation and terror started to take their hope. Every boy and girl of the Old Races was treated as unique and precious, and that made them weak. Always weaker than humans.
With time, they became just a shadow of their former glory and now the people of the old races are only a bad dream for humanity. Insular and somewhat of outcasted, they were nothing now.
All the members of the old races are difficult to hurt or to kill for good. Their heritage gives them resistence to all kind of damage except when attacked with their disadvantaged, one for every Race. For example, dragonkin can only be killed by stabbing the heart with iron/steel, changing breeds can only be killed with silver wounds, and minotaurs need to get their heads chopped off. If not finished off this way, they heal in time in different ways (dragonkin in contact with gold, changing breeds in the next full moon (after changing to their birth form) and minotaurs need to be sewn together with woolen threads.
The Three Great Dragons: Musterg, the Green, one of the Three great dragons, lord of eastern Europe. Queztalipocla, the Feathered and Wu Lei the Blue, lord of asia. THey were the three great dragons, older than any ther sentient race and the more powerful creatures in existence, ever. Their dissapeareance started the low birth rate problem after the war with humans, and many peope are still searhing for them.
Name: Jacob Mircea Dupont
Nationality: French
Personality: It's calmed and quiet, but likes to share with his friends and is proficient in many sports that he likes to play. Also, he's a good fighter and can turn to the dragonkin form, wich is hard if you have no training.
Hobbies: Singer, maybe operette (has a Bass Voice), Smithing, tabletop games.
Dislikes: Stupid gossip and people without guts, sleeping until late, mean people.
Likes: Animals, field trips, nature, food, music in general, having time to cultivate himself.
Other: Member of the wiccan religion, practiced jiujutsu for many years.
Sleeps 4 hours a day, 8 at weekend. Has problems going to sleep.
Thinks in a practical fashion, about what can be done or don't.
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Mircea Dupont was at the cafeteria of the Ascention Academy, where he would start to attend that same day. He was already installed in one of the rooms and he had no partenr for now in the room. He was taking a double black coffe with a couple crossaints as he simply read the newspaper before heading to the great hall to the general greeting.
He had some smooth jazz on his headphones and the blissful light of the afternoon parisine sun entering from the windows made him feel tranquil, if not happy. He felt terrible and at the same time, excited and curious.
First of all, he was not invited to the Academy, on the contrary, his father had been invited and found him a vacancy, wich made him feel like shit: his father was weak, a simple man with no interest in the world and just acceptive of the dreadfull fate that had befalled them all... At the same time, he was small even to him, and Mircea had already defeated him twice again by now. Ignoring that, he was at the best French Academy so he had a great chance to turn into a fine soldier to start influencing the military into interveening and studying a cure for the inhability of the Old Races to breed. In any case, this Academy has amusement for his languid soul and oportunities for his long future, so it was a good place, and living alone without his parents was a dream come true.
But for now, the afternoon was beautyful and peaceful as there was nobody in the place.
