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Thats fine! Ill add it after you make your character.Greetings! This looks like it's destined to be a marvelous experience.
Pray tell, would it be acceptable for me to add a glass user to the roster?
Excellent! I'll post my character as soon as I have access to a decent keyboard.Thats fine! Ill add it after you make your character.
Yea I'll make not of it!Dude! Dude this looks so cool! And there's a water user left?!?!?! Tally ho! I am off to make a character sheet! Or two. Is it all right if I reserve a water user? I don't know who my second dude is going to be, but this looks super rad.
Accepted!
Name - Claire rose valencia
Age - 29
Birthday - January 3
Gender - female
Sexuality - bisexual
Power - water
Room Number -
Occupation - medic
Year -
Electives- in charge of healing
Personality - stubborn, kind, caring, overprotective
Likes - sweets, reading, seeing smiling faces, helping others, and sunsets
Dislikes - conflict, seeing others get hurt, death, bullying
Hobbies - reading, walks at night
Strengths - healing and defensive magic
Weakness - combat in general
Fears - losing those she cares about mkst
Ambition - wants to try and end all conflict
Appearance - Claire is a curvy blonde that stands 5'5 and weighs 120 pounds
History - claire was born into a war torn village. She lost her entire family when she was only six and still blames herself for not being able to protect them. Since then she has devoted her life to healing and helping others in an attempt to end all conflict
Yes but, I can't see her name only her nickname.Is my character accepted?
The CS is great just need's a few changes.
Name
Liwei Zhi Wu
Age
29
Birthday
19 August 1986
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Bisexual
Power
Defense
Room Number
1?
Occupation
Teacher - Defense
Year
N/A
Electives
Hand-to-hand fighting
Healing
Personality
Cheerful, pleasant and playful. Liwei tends to exhibit traits that one would rarely expect for someone of his age and profession. Always eager to have a nice conversation, Liwei will never be picky when it comes to topic or conversation partner. Always helpful toward his students and respective toward his colleagues, Liwei harbors a very peculiar love for life and all that grows, which his why his office looks like a small garden with various pots containing exotic and beautiful flowers.
But beneath this playful exterior, lies a man whose charm is only exceeded by love for work. Discipline, dedication and strive for perfection are three virtues that define him most. His mind is adamant, set on preserving the perfect equilibrium between body and soul and those teachings he will often try to pass down to his students and colleagues.
Likes
Tea, gardening, sweets, reading poetry, summer, dogs.
Dislikes
Laziness, coffee, thunderstorms, loud music, anyone plucking flowers from his office.
Hobbies
Exercising
Tea ceremony
Reading
Strengths
Master hand-to-hand combatant that includes several martial art styles (Wing Chun, Wushu, Aikido).
Inner energy manipulation - enhancement of his limbs.
Weakness
Overly trusting
Tends to put guard down if not feeling threat
Concentrates too much on good in people
Almost no resistance to alcoholic drinks
Fears
Becoming evil
Losing his love for life
Ambition
To one day return to his village
Appearance
Liwei stands 187 cm tall (6'2") and weighting 70 kilograms (154 lbs) with green eyes and slightly pale skin tone. His figure is rather slim but with well defined muscular structure. Long, dark hair usually frames his face, refusing to tie it into ponytail. His choice in clothing is most often eastern style, very rarely accepting to wear western clothes.
History
Born into family of common farmers, Liwei has learned early the value of modesty, dedication and perseverance. From the moment he was able to walk he was restless and eager to see what is behind that hill over there. Though his curiosity may never be fully satisfied, he was always fascinated in strength of man's body and eagerness to push himself further and achieve more. By the age of seven, he already showed interest in martial arts and along with it came the potential... but he wasn't a prodigy. His skills were good, solid, but it seemed as if he always had to push himself twice as much in order to break even with other children. Some exhibited talent that exceeded their age. Liwei wasn't jealous, but he felt as if he will always be behind them.
Every day after school, when others would chose to play, he would return home and train. Same punch, same kick, same swing over and over until his skin was bathed in sweat and his body collapse from exhaustion. Each year the master of the Temple would come to the village and volunteers would step forward, eager to be chosen and train by the masters of martial arts. Twenty seven volunteered but only two may be picked. Though other kids showed talent, he showed dedication and it was perhaps that very dedication that made old master pick him along with another boy. He wouldn't be only one, on contrary, he will be one of fifty children to go Great Temple and spend next ten years learning about discipline, patience and dedication.
For ten years he studied, spending every waking moment in excruciating pain and exhaustion that followed rigorous training. Just when everyone would think he would give up, he would stand up again. Tired, depleted with legs shaking... but still asking for more. Masters taught their students not only how to turn their bodies into living steel, but also guided them through lessons that would aid them in their lives. History, language, mathematics, philosophy, medicine. Those were just few of the lessons that young boys studied. A strong body is nothing but an empty shell without a strong mind to dwell in it.
When he finally reached age of seventeen, he was already a man, molded to seek balance, but there were always those who would seek to break the delicate equilibrium of the world. What he learned cannot be taught anywhere but at Great Temple, so he set out to spread his teachings and his philosophy. World is dangerous place, riddled with corruption and greed but there is also light and hope. His path led him to most unusual place... academy. What a splendid place it is; a place where young minds, thirsty for knowledge will come and he will be there to guide them.
Accepted! Kit's adorable!I couldn't choose who I liked more, so I ended up with two characters D:
Dorian
Name - Dorian Ramoe
Age - 18
Birthday - 04/21/97
Gender - Male
Sexuality - Straight...?
Power - Glass
Room Number - 6
Occupation - Student
Year - 3 (again)
Electives- Sword Fighting, Hand-to-Hand Combat
Personality - Dorian might describe himself as a nihilist, if he cared enough to even provide a description.
Flippant, apathetic, and a bit of a jokester; Dorian generally takes the path of least resistance when education or elemental conflict is involved (much to the chagrin of his teachers).
During his time at the academy, Dorian has developed a reputation as a womanizer; whether he's a successful one is a different topic entirely. Strangely, the few women he has managed to woo claim that he never seemed to have an interest in consummating the relationship. In fact, it seemed that he almost outright avoided it.
Likes - Naps; Flirting; Naps; Skipping class; Naps; Playing piano; Naps; Funny jokes; Taking the occasional nap
Dislikes - School; Responsibility; Long-Term Relationships; "Tryhards"; Carbonated drinks; Pop music; His mother
Hobbies - Skipping class; Napping; Playing piano
Strengths - Physically Strong; Can absorb a lot of damage; Excels in CQB; Precise elemental control; Cool-Headed; Actually a decent critical thinker
Weakness - Often can't be bothered to fight; slow; easily outnumbered; useless at long ranges
Fears - Open water; Sex; That his nihilistic worldview is valid
Ambition - None on the surface; Secretly wants to become a concert pianist
Appearance - Standing at 5'11" and weighing 140 lbs., Dorian is of average appearance for his age. His brown hair is wild and unruly, basically in a constant state of bed head, and he often sports a thin beard. Dorian usually wears the same general clothing style: comfortable slacks, suspenders, and an often unbuttoned dress shirt (sometimes with a T-shirt underneath).
History - Though you wouldn't think it initially, Dorian was once the son of an accomplished banker.
Being an only child, he was spoiled in every way imaginable from year one.
Whatever he wanted, he got; the immense family mansion was as much his kingdom as it was his father's.
In addition to the frivolities he often enjoyed, Dorian was also tutored privately by some of the most well-respected professors that money could buy. Of all the subjects he studied, music was by far his favorite. By the time Dorian reached the age of 10, his father commissioned the addition of an entire concert hall to the family mansion, just for Dorian's sake.
His elemental abilities mostly went unnoticed during his childhood. They usually resulted in many broken vases and mirrors; something that was often blamed on Dorian's rambunctious nature as a child.
Dorian's life, though often lonely, was still quite spectacular... That is, until he turned 13.
For years, the relationship between Dorian's parents steadily declined. By the time he was 13, they were living in separate rooms on opposite sides of the mansion.
Then, a few weeks after Dorian's parents sent him to a private academy of the arts, tragedy struck: Dorian's father was killed in a drive-by shooting.
The authorities suspected it was the handiwork of a local crime ring, but Dorian would soon think otherwise.
Hearing the unfortunate news, Dorian left the academy immediately to grieve at home; at the behest of his teachers.
Upon arriving home, he was greeted by an unexpected sight: His mother, a widow for no more than 3 days, was fornicating with a supposed family friend; a previous coworker of his father's, as well as his rival in the running for an upcoming promotion.
Overcome by rage and grief, Dorian's abilities flared involuntarily. Several seconds later, the widow and her suitor were riddled with thousands of shards of stained glass; the remnants of a once grand window that towered over the head of Dorian's mother's bed.
Several court hearings, police inquiries, and a testimony from his mother (who "miraculously" survived) later, Dorian was on the road to a life sentence. If it wasn't for the meddling of a certain school head mistress, Dorian would be spending his life in a maximum security prison designed to contain individuals with abilities like his.
Dorian usually doesn't speak about his past, unless someone shows a genuine interest, and he's not planning on taking a nap any time soon.
Kit
Name - Kit
Age - 14-ish
Birthday - ???
Gender - Boy?
Sexuality - I don't know what sex is, but I like everybody!
Power - Dark
Room Number - The number after 7... it rhymes with cake, I think?
Occupation - Student!
Year - The first one!
Electives - I like to make people feel better ^-^. Ooh, and I want to take ark-her-ee (archery)!
Personality - Kit is so innocent and naïve, that he can't even spell innocent or naïve.
He lives to love, and loves to live; he'll try his best to make sure you do too!
Likes - Drawing; Running; Snow; Learning; Butterscotch; Wandering about; Nighttime (stars are pretty!)
Dislikes - Being lonely; Other people being lonely; Scary stories; Vegetables; Sad things; Dead plants; hot weather/strong sunlight
Hobbies - Drawing; Gardening; Hiking; Stargazing
Strengths - Strong defensive capabilities; A capable healer and group defender; Quick reflexes; Light-footed; Stealthy
Weakness - Useless offensively; weak physically; Easily distracted; Often outsmarted
Fears - Loneliness; Monsters; Fire; Thunderstorms
Ambition - To make friends with everyone (and to learn to control his aura)!
Appearance - At first glance, Kit would appear to be a young girl. His white hair is long and flowing, and his body is lithe and feminine. His delicate nature is most evident in his eyes, though; one look from those dewy, blue pools has the potential to melt the hearts of even the most guarded individuals.
Kit often wears casual feminine clothing; most commonly a hoodie, tank top, and cutoff shorts. He stands at 4' 10", and weighs 94 lbs.
History - Not much is known about Kit, even to himself. Most of his memory is missing, and he only remembers events that occurred after 2013.
What he does remember is coming to consciousness in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of a large industrial town. From there, he tended to wander about the nearby forest and town, eventually becoming friends with most of the townspeople (who cared for him as a whole, out of pity).
From the moment he awoke in the warehouse, Kit seemed to be followed by an unseen aura of darkness. Anywhere he went, lights tended to flicker and flames were snuffed out. During nighttime, Kit seemed to be able to move completely unseen; almost as if the darkness itself was concealing him.
Despite the gloominess often associated with darkness, Kit has always been upbeat and happy, and as such the darkness that follows him has a tendency to feel more comforting than troubling.
Thank you! Your character is accepted.Fixed it :)
Accepted
Name
Anastasia Florence Dimity
-Any, An, or Ana
Age
15
Birthday
November 18, 2000
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual
Power
Glass
Room Number
Girls Room 4
Occupation
Student
Year
Second
Electives
Archery, Healing
Personality
She's kind of reserved, not rude if you talk to her. but she won't go out of her way to be social. She's polite but quiet. Stubborn and opinionated but can keep her cool in an argument. Very sensitive but she keeps it to herself, for the most part. She's very perceptive and has very good instincts, she trusts them a bit more than she should probably. More of a realist, and can be a little pessimistic. She likes being kind of a loner at times but is good to the friends she makes. She is O.C.D. level organized with certain things like her school work or her personal things. She's more on the quiet side so she doesn't make it too known but she's kind of nerdy.
Likes
-Ice Skating
-Music
-Art
-Cats
-Lemonade
Dislikes
-Overly Obnoxious People
-Heavy Metal Rock
-Tomatos
-Old People
-Sleeping With Socks On
Hobbies
-Sculpting
-Hiking
Strengths
-Agile
-Quiet
-Cautious
Weakness
-A small control freak complex
-Bad Communicator
Fears
-Small Spaces
-Heights
-The Unpredictable
Ambition
She wants to live alone in a apartment in Seattle and make a living off of her art. Maybe get a pet or something.
Appearance
She has soft brown hair that runs to the middle of her back, with bangs in the front she cut when she was about twelve but after styling learned to love. Her hair frames her face a little. She in general is small, like her mouth, nose, and ears. She only comes up to about 5'2 and weighs around 134 lbs. Most of her weight is arm muscle from pottery, art, and archery. She has a slim figure, but not boxy, she has hips but a petite waist and leg region.
History
Any grew up in a small house in suburban Seattle, just her and her Dad, and of course Luke, their beagle. She was an only child who had to grow up kind of quick when her Dad was walking Luke and a police officer showed up at her house. There had been a hit and run; Luke ran out of the way fast enough but her Dad was paralyzed at his waist down and would be condemned to spend the rest of his life in a wheel chair. One of the first times Anastasia used her powers was when he had dropped a glass in the kitchen and couldn't reach it, so she turned it into sand, and swept it away. Once her Dad found out she had powers he found someone to take care of him and sent her to Celsius Academy.