Fantasy Avolair Academy: School For The Supernatural IC [Open][Sandbox][Collaborative][Literate]

[RoyalPhoenix32]

Zain Ayumu

| Werewolf Hybrid | B (Rank A for Dragons) | 1A | Headmaster's Office (7:50 am)​

The air was balmy, a nice south/southwestern wind was blowing in and it wasn't too light but not too heavy to make things go flying. The school had stood for maybe a couple decades at least but it could've been longer. Students were filing in from the outside into the school eager to learn something and exciting this semester. It was a....Wednesday! Middle of the week with only two days of classes and then the weekend~! Some students that wonder begin to gossip about the latest fashion, some gossip about the latest boyfriend they have, while others just talk on random things that come to their minds; like what they did before coming or what they did during break. It was daytime, sad for those who were affected by the sun. The entry gate of the school looked to embedded with little crystals that glowed at random but never very bright. Once in a while, one would flash brightly for a few seconds before moving onto the next one.

Zain stared out the windows of his office to the grounds below. He could see the numerous auras of returning students and new students, along with teachers. The students, returning ones, gathered in their groups and were doing their own thing while the new students would need to be introduced to the school and listen to the rules of the school. Hm....How best to do so? Auditorium seems best but that was always used for greeting new students at EVERY school that he had seen before, or ones he could remember. He sighed before closing his eyes and leaning his head back a bit. All students were invited to the school, but he was wary of hunters coming to the school...A crystal spike erupted from the ground next to him, remembering when the hunters had gotten onto school grounds, it didn't end well for any of the hunters or his temper of that day...

He opened his eyes and began to think once more of where to greet the new students and decided on the age old decision; the Auditorium. Turning around he walked back to his desk and patted lightly on it to ensure that the mic was still there. And unintentionally, had turned the damned thing on... "Where is that damned thing? Why must it always be so difficult to know where a blasted mic is when...Oh....Ahem! Quite sorry about that, students and staff. To all new students, report to the Auditorium for a basic met and greet. Or in other words, presentation of what our school is and what rules need to be followed. And don't try to skimp out on it, all staff is to catch ANYONE trying to skip out on learning the rules of this school. I will not tolerate people who wish to be lazy in this school nor will I tolerate anyone who doesn't get their asses in gear. That is all."

He said before turning the mic off, or at least tried to. Outside, everyone could hear the muffled curses and ruffling of papers to try and find the damned off switch to the blasted thing! In all honesty, Headmaster Zain may seem like a guy that has a lot of problems with sight but he was quite an interesting fellow to know and be around. Finally, Zain finally found the damned off switched and turned it off, before sitting down and closing his eyes, letting his mind wander into the various little crystal jutting out of the garden and main entrance. He wanted to ENSURE no hunter would enter his school without first being identified and placed under watch, discreetly.

The auditorium was bustling with new students, with any and all sorts of people. All are from various walks of life, but all have one thing in common. They were all invited to this academy to learn and foster a hope they will fully immerse themselves in their heritage and be proud to be a Supernatural, but at the same time, they are being protected from the outside world and the cruelty it can hold for those who know it. Hunters prowl outside the walls, waiting to pounce and do whatever it takes to get what they want. Money and selling goods harvested from the dead Supernatural. They had once gotten inside the school but...The headmaster made swift work of them and ensured they would NEVER enter without knowing where a hunter is at all times. But for now, it is a time to greet people, gain friends, and a bit of romance as well...

 

[Seraphiel]

Mnemosyne Serendale
Ava Max - So Am I
| Vampire C | Pureblood | 1C | College Freshman | Academy Entrance 7:50 AM​

Everyone always had such grandiose ideas of what it was like to be a pureblood. This glorious glamorous life, filled with power, riches, and fame. Supernaturals you had never met before would either fawn over you, or look at you with a mixture of disdain and fear. So many things were blown out out of proportion, it always felt impossible to differentiate oneself. Maybe it was impossible, that wasn't to say one shouldn't try. So many days had been filled with nothing but struggle, one thing that did ring true for purebloods was an obligation to ones race when it came to protecting their own kind, you were expected to save the world regardless if it felt like that world hated you, or whether they were in love with something that didn't exist. Life felt so alienating when deciding not to play the game. When you didn't fit the mold, and didn't try to do so. It felt empowering to succeed, but there was such resentment when failing at anything. Maybe here it would be different. Maybe, possibly, most likely not.

As soon as Mnemosyne made her way onto the campus, she couldn't help by laugh. It was bigger than anything she had ever seen, in fact, she would have preferred something small, something cozy - something non royal looking. To be fair, supposedly Avolair was the best of the best, so technically this was the best that money could buy, perhaps she was being a little too bitter. Nonetheless she was still excited. Mnemosyne absolutely loved to learn, and more than that, she loved to improve herself, her abilities, she was constantly challenging and working on herself. She enjoyed being pushed to her limits every now and then for he sake of personal growth. Until now, she had been involved in regular studies, she finished at a normal high school, and had rather enjoyed it. She had perfect grades, and enjoyed various extra curriculars such as music and photography. Music was her niche though, just as it was her ability. It was her calling from a very young age, and she had plans to be involved with music in college as well. Although her ability was musical, she always would pride herself on the fact that her raw musical skill was her own. Singer, multi-instrumentalist, jack of all trades of all things music. I may have come as a surprise to anyone close to her, although they were few, that she had decided to major in forensic psychology and criminal justice. Mnemosyne wanted to do something more with her abilities. She was a bit rough around the edges, but she was tender hearted, and she wanted to help those in need. She had special plans, though she did not speak to anyone about them yet.

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Another thing she was excited about was creating a circle. She had created a circle named Synergy, which seemed to be the second circle created within the school. She had high hopes for what they could do together and hoped to get interest from the other students. It wasn't really like her to lead an organization, but this had to be done right, so in her mind, she had to do it. Mnemosyne continued to walk towards the doors of Avalon, catching side glances of the students walking in. Some seemed very excited, some were nervous, a few of them didn't seem particularly excited to be there in general. It seemed like the races varied at the school, which was always nice to see. She slung her pink and black winged backpack off her shoulder, and unzipped the side pocket, pulling out her schedule, as well as her dorm room number. It seemed as though she was placed in the girls dorm, which she was kind of disappointed about, because she generally found herself more likely to get along with guys, whenever she should get along with anyone at all. She quickly stuffed it back in, making sure not to block the heavy flow of traffic pouring in.

It was then she heard "Where is that damned thing? Why must it always be so difficult to know where a blasted mic is when...Oh....Ahem! Quite sorry about that, students and staff. To all new students, report to the Auditorium for a basic met and greet. Or in other words, presentation of what our school is and what rules need to be followed. And don't try to skimp out on it, all staff is to catch ANYONE trying to skip out on learning the rules of this school. I will not tolerate people who wish to be lazy in this school nor will I tolerate anyone who doesn't get their asses in gear. That is all." Mnemosyne felt mildly annoyed about having to actually go to the auditorium to listen to the rules. She changed directions and followed the sign on the wall which pointed to the auditorium. What a waste of time, I need to get my things ready, I could be studying, I could be training, really I should be doing anything else. When she made it into the auditorium she sat in the very front. She wanted the extra foot room, and she wanted to be able to pull out her belongings. Students seemed to be taking their sweet time arriving, which was no surprise, so she took out her composition book, and began to write down various notes on the page. In her head, it was somber, slow, and dark. Then again, so was a lot of what she created. On and off, she would look up at students and observe their mannerisms, how hey interreacted with others, how they treated them. She was always a good read of people, but beyond that, people's character and intentions were important to her. Everyone was dressed much more casually than she was, but that's just how she was, Mnemosyne didn't care how other people did things. She had on a red flower wreath, white romantic dress with a bow on the back, and a ribbons on the arms. On her legs she wore ribbon wraps, but as shoes, well as shoes she wore some sparkly white sneakers.

Mnemosyne had a lot of goals she wanted to accomplish at the school, she was very curious about everything that they offered. She heard that they received specialized weapons, they were told to bring an item that was dear to them in order to create something magical. She was quite curious how this was going to work, but she brought a locket with a picture of her parents. There wasn't going to anything comparable in her mind. Mnemosyne was actually capable of making weapons of her own, not that she brought that up to everyone, but she was going to embrace everything that had to offer and was genuinely curious. She had also read about tests of skill at the school, she had been evaluated already by the council as rank 1C which was rare, just as her race was, were these good ol quizzes or were they contests, tournaments? Mnemosyne was rather competitive, although she didn't outwardly show it, and would generally pick and choose her 'battles'. As she continued the composition on paper, she wondered what kind of roommate she had. I really hope she's a decent person at least.

 

[ZeeNathan]

Aaron Val'Helliore Devouge​

|Demon|Pureblood|Unranked|The 3rd year of highschool|Right outside the Academy|

Aaron looked around him as he entered the gate of Avoliar Academy with his medium-sized suitcase. There are a lot of people who have arrived in the academy before him. What makes him intrigued was the fact that most of them were just like him, non-human. Even if they are human, there would be something that differentiates them from normal human beings. It has to be said that such a sight where a lot of supernatural beings gathered in one place like this is a new experience for Aaron. He rarely has the chance to take a step out of his quarter. Hence, apart from other demons working under his family, he almost never sees any other supernatural being. It really is a school for supernatural, huh? Aaron thought as he smiled brightly.

Aaron dragged his suitcase to, what he thought to be, the main building of the academy. His footsteps were light, almost to the point of floating. It was clear that his mood was good. He observed the vast academy and tried to memorize every part of it in his head. After all, this is where he would be staying at for the next few years. The reason for him to come to this academy might be different from the other student. He was aware that he was not there to play. He has something he needed to complete for his future to change. Nevertheless, he still can't help the excitement in his chest to stop spreading. He's free. That's definitely one of the reasons for him to be happy. Even if it was just a temporary thing, he planned to enjoy this moment to its fullest.

Thinking up to this point, Aaron's smile widened. He was too focused on his thought to notice that some of the students who passed by him halted involuntarily in their track. They felt a bit of a chill but warmth at the same time. It was a really weird feeling. When one of them turned their head towards Aaron, he lifted his head to meet their eyes instantly, as if he has already expected their action. In reaction to that, Aaron revealed his perfectly lined teeth as he grinned at them. This sudden action cause the person who look at him frozen in place. It was unclear what they really felt from that smile for Aaron didn't continue looking at that person's direction. His attention was caught by the announcement made by the headmaster of the academy. At least that's what he thought, anyway. He took note that he have to go to the auditorium and quickly headed to the direction of it while still dragging his suitcase.

By the time Aaron arrived at the auditorium, he was awed by the size of it. A lot of seats at the back rows were mostly taken. So he proceed forward until he find an empty seat at the middle row and sat down. He positioned his suitcase to prevent it from inconveniencing other as they walk passed him. Aaron leaned back in his seats, relaxing his entire body with his smile still stubbornly remains in his face.

 

[TayMaiTer]

Elentiya (Elie) Locke
Angel | Type: A | Rank: 4 | High School Senior | Academy Entrance​

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Elentiya giggled slightly as she passed through a cloud. She came out on the other side with water droplets clinging to her clothes. She has to fly a ways to get to the school, but it is worth it. To be able to learn more about her abilities and what she is capable of, to prevent anyone getting hurt because of her, she would pay any amount of money in the world. She urges the winds to carry her, lessening the strain on her wing muscles. People think that the only muscles it takes to fly are the wing ones, but that is very wrong. It takes your shoulders, chest, and back. Your legs are needed for landing and take off. And your arms are needed for balance.

Her large wings are crafted from soft, white feathers and her wing span is an amazing fifteen feet. She gives a mighty flap, pushing her above a cloud. She can see the school down below. With her short hair flying in her face, she tilts into a gently glide. She wants to make sure that she in on the campus proper before getting too close to the ground.

Once she is safely above the courtyard in front of the gate, she starts spiraling downward. Every breath of air is felt in her wings, feathers spreading apart to help steady her. As she nears the ground, the school buildings become too close together for her to spiral safely. So, she folds her wings in and goes into a steep dive toward the ground. Her hair flies backward almost painfully, her clothes snapping in the wind. When she is almost close enough to touch the top of the fountain in the center of the courtyard, she pulls up. Snapping her wings out, they immediately fill, speading to their full, mighty wingspan. As she pulls up, her chest muscles scream at the strain. Finally, she gives one backwards flap, sending dust and dirt flying, before dropping softly to the ground.

Once standing, she folds her wings neatly against her back, making sure to keep them up off the ground. "I would assume that there is some sort of orientation..." she mutters to herself. Straightening her clothes and smoothing her hair down, she looks around at the other students. She doesn't see anyone like herself. At least, not yet.

From up above, the school looks small, yet organized neatly. Down on the ground though, it is very large and expensive looking. I suppose that is what happens when you go to the best supernatural school in the country - possibly the world.

Noticing students heading towards what looks like the auditorium, she starts going that direction. She could probably fly there much faster, but she enjoys walking among the other students, getting a feel for the people she will be staying with. Once inside the auditorium, she pauses in the entrance, looking at all the seats. How the hell was she supposed to sit in one of those chairs, with her wings? She gives a sigh before approaching the seats toward the middle.

Choosing a seat, she begins to try and shift, attempting to position her wings in a relatively comfortable manner that doesn't get in the way of anyone else. When she finds a position that she can hold for a while, she holds in another sugh, studying the stage and seats around her. Hopefully, this won't take too long. Otherwise, her wings will cramp up...

 

[Clausewitz Halcyon]

Paramirum Apocrypha
Currently: Scoping people out at the auditorium
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Artificial Homunculus| 2A | College Sophomore | Auditorium

The uniform aesthetic is not common, especially in the United States, but when your favorite color is purple, and you don't really understand the idea of changing outfits, you tend to collect very similar looking pieces. Paramirum had about one quarter of his suitcases packed with clothes that he bought, later improved with his paints, and then about three quarters of tomes and old magical tools. Ceremonial knives, candles, soaps, and other assorted goodies made up one particularly heavy suitcase. To be honest, he disliked move-in day. It's not that he didn't like to move in to a school or location, it's not as if being with his masters was fun, but he hated having to pack up all of his tools. He was thinking about talking to one of the professors, Maya, about having some sort of arrangement to simply live at the school to continue his work from now on, but he knew he'd either be denied by her, the administration, or his creator. He almost feared the rejection itself, like it'd crush some fantasizing of living his days at the new academy, working on interesting questions of magic and history. Instead of being there. But he was made to serve, and he would do his job. His duty. His reason to be.

Paramirum got up from dozing on the bed. He had given himself a small break after bringing his bags up, but he'd rather finish the unpacking quickly. He didn't know why it always took some students to bring their families over. Was it really so hard to put clothes in a closet, books in a shelf, and whatever other comforts into drawers? They didn't even have to bring bedsheets! The beds were comfier than anything he'd ever slept in outside of the academy, at least. Though, he did know that it must be common at this school for people to be nobles and royalty. This wasn't the first supernatural institute of learning, that's for sure, but this one was supposed to be state of the art, the best of the best. And of course, that had obvious meanings for the new student body. In a sense, he liked the idea that he was indulging in a comfort. Like a candy... hah! What would his charge think if he said that to him with just the right smirk? Actually, best not to find out. Last time he did something like that...

It's not as if he hated purebloods or nobles. Well, that's because hate is a strong word. He had thoughts about them. He knew, for instance, that he was made to serve a pureblood family. That's pretty arrogant, to create life for your whim. But now that he was made, was he to deny his reason to be? His literal purpose in life? What would he do, study forever? An idyllic dream, one divorced from reality. It was impossible to leave them, and he knew why in the way that he felt his heartbeat. And while there was pressure to work hard on those families, couldn't the same be said about royalty before the many revolutions in Europe? Were the starving peasantry in France supposed to say, "I understand, it must be so difficult! We'll take our starvation like good peons"? Is he supposed to mutely serve, thankful to be alive? Yes? No? Maybe? This topic always confused him. He actually had a charge, he was the loyal, but secret, guardian of his master's distant son. Does that make his son, Aaron, his actual master? Where their hierarchies to servitude? He'd like to see a principle component analysis of his actions based on the orders he's given. The real question is who's on top?

The real question was actually: how was he going to make sure Aaron does extremely well on his courses while living a life of comfort. Something to that effect. His father always had confusing directives about his son. Perhaps this was family? Yet, other families seemed much more close. Perhaps the variation was because of one's high status versus commonality. Sometimes, very occasionally, when Aaron doesn't clean up a loose end for some reason, he'll do it. His master needed to live a life that is peaceful enough. No mistakes are allowed on his end; their wish was his command.

Well, at least he was unpacked after that confusing set of thoughts. Everything a proper place, and in its place was everything! He had even arranged his books by author and then alphabetically, which looked great. Inevitably, at this point was when the headmaster would...

Screeech! Of course he'd forget where the mic is and cause feedback. How did the headmaster forget such a basic tool and run an academy? A mystery, worthy of its own thesis.

"Where is that damned thing? Why must it always be so difficult to know where a blasted mic is when...Oh....Ahem! Quite sorry about that, students and staff. To all new students, report to the Auditorium for a basic met and greet. Or in other words, presentation of what our school is and what rules need to be followed. And don't try to skimp out on it, all staff is to catch ANYONE trying to skip out on learning the rules of this school. I will not tolerate people who wish to be lazy in this school nor will I tolerate anyone who doesn't get their asses in gear. That is all."

The standard introductory speech for schools. Most students despised attending these functions, but he never really minded beyond the annoyance of having to move right after he unpacked. Sometimes, interesting announcements would be made, actually. He had been there when they announced that custom fields of higher education would be considered, which was one of the few times that he became visibly excited, especially when his professor had approved of the course of study.

As Paramirum walked down, he spied Aaron giving a few students chills up their spine. That was definitely his master. Paramirum didn't know enough about him, though, his father never told him anything and expected detailed reports. He'd isolate people and pay them for information, just to wind up as confused as anyone else. Annoying. His charge and master was somewhat annoying, and yet somewhat charming. Paramirum idly wondered if he could actually communicate with a happy-go-lucky boy like him, being this strange academic. Perhaps it was better like this, to be watching and aiding from a distance.

Part of that aid meant he needed to scope out other students, especially if what the student handbook said about tournaments was true. As Paramirum entered the auditorium, he tried to subtly view the magical energies being released passively. Magical energy would normally be reserved inside of a body or foci until cast, but in the way that certain students have natural magic, especially supernatural creatures, someone of sufficient raw power would shine vector-fields of magical energy. Imagine looking at a heat-camera, and seeing the hottest person in the room light up your vision. Normally, in an auditorium you'd be blinded by the number of warm bodies, but Paramirum wasn't normal. He was an expert in this kind of theoretical work, which allowed him a few perks. Idly, he wondered if this was enough to get him in trouble from one of the teachers, but he wasn't hurting anyone, so it must not be a problem. Plus, most of the professorship, especially department heads, actually liked him enough. What were they going to do, throw out the valuable work he had done? They couldn't expel him or even substantially punish him just for this, his master would invoke the necessity of his use as a guardian. But it wasn't as if this was fun. He was doing his job and internally was starting to feel stress over the new semester.

Paramirum was expected to sit closer to the front as a college student, and so he stalked his way down the aisles. To appear normal, or at least, what he considered normal, he tried to smile. How did he look content, again? It was... a little but not too much? Was he smirking? This always made him feel weird. Whatever, he had a job to do.

Aaron had kept his magic under wraps, and he could just notice the unknown wellspring of power that he expertly kept hidden. Sometimes, Paramirum wondered if Aaron also was interested in magical theory, he had to know some to have whatever strange convection-like system of magical radiation within him. He couldn't even tell how strong Aaron actually was. The headmaster and teachers were beaming, as expected. There was a zombie of some kind he had noticed with incredible power in her muscles and in her stomach, that one could seriously hurt him if she wanted to, Aaron might be fine, however. Physical fighters like her with strong magic were dangerous to him specifically, though if anything, her magic actually gave him a chance. He didn't notice the cloaked magic of the young dark magician shuffling into the auditorium, only figuring out that Aaron was cloaked due to his prior knowledge of the subject. Then there was a woman with blond hair. His eyes went wide. to see this much power, and with this kind of sign and spin degrees that indicated some kind of distinctly not dark magic, and taking notes on people? It could only mean one thing to Aaron.

Potential threat.

Slowly, he approached her row and consciously moved one aisle back and sat at the end of the row. That way he'd seem normal if he let his eyes wander. As he waited for the assembly to start, he smirked a bit, upon realizing that they were somewhat similar in the way the wrote notes about even mundane experiences. She was obviously much stronger than him, but it was a bit flattering to see them both take out notebooks to jot down notes about everyone. Though, perhaps introducing oneself before the start of the event wouldn't be wise. Maybe getting on her good side could help? No, the best thing to do is stay quiet and observe. There's no need to open up knowledge of each other unless she was the one doing so. It was risky enough to be sitting down so close, but what could he do? Standing at the back would be incredibly rude and not to mention conspicuous.

As more people filed in, Paramirum allowed himself to look around. So many people, yet again. This stressed him out, the crowds made him feel as if he was being drowned in pillows. Luckily in his briefcase, he had just packed a book that he was working on as a hobby, Kautilya's Arthashastra. This copy though, was special. It was a recreated Sanskrit version of the text, which was fascinating as a study of political science. The idea of the state as the upholder of the dharma through artha, and the ideas of the competing nature of states necessitating conflict through other means than war was fascinating when compared to say, Sun Tzu or Clausewitz. When at all possible, avoid war, Kautilya said. He could definitely live with that! Though, if he were to get into a fight with anyone, he wouldn't lose.

 

[Wonderstruck]

Gemma Jenkins

|Witch| Race Rank A| Magic Rank 2 | High School Senior | Academy Entrance​

The suns felt warm on her skin, heating it up after the overly aggressive air conditioner from the bus had chilled it to the bone. Gemma can't help but tilt her head up towards the sky a little more, enjoying the sunlight. It was still a little ways to walk before she would reach the academy, and she intended to soak in the rays before being shoved into a stuffy classroom to live out the rest of her school days. She slips her fingers through the straps of her backpack, pulling them forwards a little to alleviate some of the weight pressing down on her shoulders. Gem had managed to stuff nearly everything she owned into one simple grey and pink striped backpack. Granted she had used a simple shrinking spell on some of the larger items to make them fit, but regardless, that didn't change how dang heavy it was. Removing the map from the back pocket of her white shorts, she examined it closely, standing off to the side a little bit. Just a little further. Tucking the map away she starts back on the path to the school.

When she rounded the corner and could see past the gates she stops, her pale blue eyes widening in surprise. The academy itself was huge, but what surprised her even more was the sheer number of students milling about. Gemma hadn't been in crowds this big before, back in her hometown there was a population of 99, not including Mrs. Maggie's baby that wasn't born yet, that baby would crest them into the triple digits. With a little bite to her lip and a silent pep talk, Gem pushes forward. As soon as you settle in, things will start to feel more comfortable. Releasing a soft breath while she walked past a few clumps of people, she examines the clothing everyone wore. She herself put on white shorts and a black top that hung off of her shoulders just a little, her white hair had been pulled up into a high pony tail, she had all three butterfly necklaces on today, staggered neatly on her thin neck, and her earrings where purple butterfly shaped studs that looked a little too big on her dainty ear lobes. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't spent hours worrying about what she was going to wear and whether she would fit in or not. Looking around, she felt pretty normal which was a huge relief.

A little distracted by her comparing outfits with others, she bumps into the back of someone. It wasn't hard enough to move the person, but enough to startle herself. Her cheeks heat up and she gives a little curtsy. "Shoot, I'm sorry." She draws, the southern accent coming out of her before she even thought to hide it. Was a shame, she had been working on a twangless accent for weeks now, hoping to start off without being known as "the country bumpkin." Before she can dwell on it further, she scampers off, scolding herself for not paying more attention to her surroundings. She just passes between the grand doorway when a speaker goes off. "Where is that damned thing? Why must it always be so difficult to know where a blasted mic is when...Oh....Ahem! Quite sorry about that, students and staff. To all new students, report to the Auditorium for a basic met and greet. Or in other words, presentation of what our school is and what rules need to be followed. And don't try to skimp out on it, all staff is to catch ANYONE trying to skip out on learning the rules of this school. I will not tolerate people who wish to be lazy in this school nor will I tolerate anyone who doesn't get their asses in gear. That is all."

Gemma glances around, looking for any signs that said "auditorium" on it, but when she couldn't find any, she follows the flow of students. It was probably for the best, as she was led into a large auditorium, her eyes widening more. She hadn't ever been to a place like this. Let alone anything remotely as fancy. Students clumped in the isles, and most of the back rows had already filled up with people. A rather large group was blocking the isle and she had to quietly, and rather awkwardly shimmy past them. "Excuse me. Pardon me. Sorry." Her voice doesn't seem to carry loud enough for them to move, but with skills of a contortionist that she didn't normally posses, she manages to slip through them and takes a beep breath. Woowee. This is gunna be a long day. Finding that the front row was still relatively empty she makes her way there.

There was a rather terrifying man sitting on the end of the front row, he didn't look to be in high school, he must have been in the college courses. Gemma slips past him and makes her way to a pretty blonde girl and sits not directly next to her, but leaves one seat between them. "Hi." She says, a word so simple but filled with so much country twang, it nearly seemed impossible that a two letter word could hold an entire accent all it's own, Gemma mentally slaps her forehead. This was your chance to redeem the accent blunder from earlier, not add to it. Sighing a little, she tucks herself into the seat near Mnemosyne and bites her bottom lip, directing her attention to onstage.

 

[Dizmason Eternus X]

• Index
• Introduction

• • 
    * Name - Dakin, Rancorist of Nada.
    * Age - 28.
    * Height - 168cm.
    * Weight - 68kg.
  
  
• Rational Madness.
  
  Main City Mall - 9am.​
  
  
  A captivating enigmatic grin, the first encounter to greet one of the fresh janitors. An honest working lad crumbling under the stress and strain that weighted his physique. Barely holding his own, like a snail he dragged his feet at his own trail seeking the front door, and there he met a hunter, although he was unaware of the fact.
  "Could you step aside sir?" The lad spoke, he had yet to lift his chin and peer into the eyes before him, all he saw was a clean fabricated suit darker than steel. "My older brother is supposed to pick me up…," he said.
  On a whim, the young lad brought his gaze upwards to display his tire and frustration. Why? Because the hunter did not budge from his posture, nor did the grin occupying his face did fade. To the lad with depleted energy this vision was demonic, demonic enough to hush his whining at least.
  "What are you crying about young lad?" Dakin's thin lips began to utter a speech, one that was divorced of all empathy. "You ending up here wasn't my fault, I'm not obliged to step aside for your leisure. If you were to collapse here, that's all on you."
  Cold-hearted, but honest. The terror radiating from Dakin was justified, a horrific burn ornamenting his facial, blazing optics, pale skin, and an unforgiving grin.
  
  Bzz….!!! Bzz…!!!
  The cell-phone rang and vibrated, the Hunter was scheduled for a meeting with a higher op from his organization. Then and there Dakin decided to leave the lad behind, and march to his destination.
  
  
  5 Minutes Later.​
  
  
  "It's always warm here on the northern terrace don't you think?" A strange voice spoke the moment Dakin set foot within the vicinity. "Blue sky, fresh air, and if we look good enough north… There it is, the wicked Academy of Avolair. Always hated that place. Their rich brats and spoiled weaklings."
  The strange voice carried nothing but disdain, the speech could have gone forever if this strange man didn't halt to inhale a portion of his cigar. He didn't choose the terrace just to bad mouth the academy, he did it because it's the only open spot for smoking in the entire mall.
  A long exaggerated sigh escaped from Dakin, fully intentional. He brought both his arms into a cross against his chest and spoke to the man freely with a grin…"Let the games begin."

 

[Ian Temero]

Inari Akiko
Interactions: TayMaiTer
Half-Kitsune|Rank: 4 | High School Freshmen |Home / Academy Entrance / Auditorium

Akiko yawned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, her tail swinging back and forth lazily as she clunked down the stairs. Normally the definition of grace, the young fox in the morning was anything but. Her hair messy, pajama top half unbuttoned, ears drooped, and feet shuffling across the floor, zombies seemed more alive than her just after waking. She was about four steps from the bottom step when her foot slipped and she tumbled the rest of the way down with a surprised shriek. "Akiko? Are you okay sweetie?" She heard her mom call from the next room over.

"Yep!" she answered back after a second. "Just a bruised butt. My pride too, but mostly my butt." Her mom began saying something that she couldn't quite hear. She tilted ears towards the kitchen and it sounded like she was explain what happened to someone. "Mom? Are you talking to someone?" It was a silly question, her mom was the doctor of the neighborhood clinic so there was almost always someone over, but sleepy head wasn't making the connection yet.

"Yes. Mrs. Aldershof and her grandson are here, so make sure your presentable. Anata no mimi o kakusu, watashi no ai."

Akiko tilted her head. Her ears? What about...oh! Right. "Arigatō, haha!" She called out. Closing her eyes she pictured her ears and tail melting into her body, and when she opened them her tail was gone but when she ran her hair through her hair she could still feel the fuzz of fox fur. As usual she hadn't managed to ditch her ears. Looking around for a nearby plant (there were plenty around the house), she plucked a leaf of a bay laurel and placed it on her head and began to focus her energy into it. The leaf burst into blue flames and when it had all burned up the young girl was now just an ordinary human. Satisfied, Akiko buttoned up her shirt and stepped into the kitchen.

"...boil it in water for five minutes to make a tea and give it to him with each meal. Add a little honey at supper and it will help him sleep better. If his cold isn't gone in a week take him to the West Clinic and they'll help get the young hero back into the fight." Maya told the elderly lady, handing her a small jar of ginger slices and echinacea leaves. She then turned to the young boy and handed him another jar with hard candies. "And these will help with the sore throat. Just suck on them when your throat bothers you, okay?" The little kid nodded his head and Maya gave him a smile. "That's a good boy."

This was about the time that Akiko shuffled into the room, stifling a yawn. "Morning Mrs. Aldershof. Morning Johnny." The little boy excitedly hopped off the chair he was sitting on and ran over to show her what he had been given while the older woman chuckled. "Just waking up, Akiko? Aren't you supposed to be helping your mother finish packing?"

"Oh you know how kids are at her age," It was Maya's turn to chuckle as she came over and started re-buttoning her daughter's shirt since she had put them in all the wrong holes. "up all night and asleep all day." When she tried to fix Akiko's hair next her hand was brushed away with a "Mooom!" so she instead messed it up even more, earning a laugh from the elderly woman. "Well we'll get out of your hair now Maya. You be safe on the road now. And good luck at the new job"

Inari Maya
Kitsune|Type: Tenko | Rank: 1C | Magic Mastery & Chemistry Teacher | Home / Academy Entrance / Auditorium

"Thank you." Maya said as she walked them to the door, the boy waving goodbye to Akiko. "It should be quite the adventure. Have a good day, Mrs. Aldershof."

The pair left and Akiko sighed, letting her ears and tail drop back in place. Soon she wouldn't have to worry about hiding anymore. Soon she would be in a place where she would be allowed to just be herself. As she looked around the mostly empty house she reality of it all kinda just struck her. "Wow. This...this is really happening, isn't it?" She asked in hushed tone. "I'm actually about to go to Avolair. An actual school."

"Yes. Yes you are. It starts in ten minutes in case you'd forgotten." Maya reminded her, giving her forehead a light flick as she unfurled her own ears and tail. "And you are still in your pajamas. Hurry up and get changed, Ai, and we might have time to stop by the bakery..."

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The sounds of bamboo chimes sounded out and Maya and Akiko stepped though the front gates of the academy, much to the surprise of some poor incubus whom they had definitely not been walking next to a second ago. The duo nodded at him as he quickly walked on and a moment passed before they both started snickering. "What do think? Five? Six?" The mother asked, taking a sip of her tea.

"What? Six? That jump was at least a seven!" The daughter debated through a mouthful of donut, before looking towards the campus and gasping. "Whoah! We're going to living here?"

"Yep. Welcome to Avolair Academy." Maya told her, wrapping an arm around Akiko's shoulders. "Now I'd give you the grand tour and speech but-"

"Where is that damned thing?" A voice called out from the school's loudspeakers. "Why must it always be so difficult to know where a blasted mic is when...Oh....Ahem! Quite sorry about that, students and staff. To all new students, report to the Auditorium for a basic met and greet. Or in other words, presentation of what our school is and what rules need to be followed. And don't try to skimp out on it, all staff is to catch ANYONE trying to skip out on learning the rules of this school. I will not tolerate people who wish to be lazy in this school nor will I tolerate anyone who doesn't get their asses in gear. That is all."

"-but that." Maya finished, the two of them snickering once more as the announcer tried to turn the mic off. "Well, we'd best do as the big man says. This way." She motioned towards the crowd of students and the they started on their way. As they walked Akiko took in the surrounding with wide eyes as Maya shooed the occasional straggler along. Soon they reached the auditorium and the young girl gasped again at the sight of all these supernatural creatures crammed into one room. Her attention was drawn away however when Maya tapped her on the shoulder. "Alright I have to go now." Her mother told her, giving her kiss on the forehead. "Go make some friends with that award winning smile of yours and I'll see you later. Ai shiteru."

"Ai shiteru mo."

And then Maya vanished into thin air, only to walk up on stage a moment later and take her seat with the rest of the teachers. As for Akiko, she was having a much harder time figuring out where to sit. Normally she'd sit up front due to her small size but there were so many interesting people she wanted to talk to. Demons, witches, vampires, all sorts of creatures! But then she caught sight of something really special; a pair of snow white wings. Tail quivering in excitement Akiko dashed forward, vaulting over the back of the chair next to her target and landing gracefully seated. "Oh my gosh! Are you an angel? Your wings are so pretty!" She chattered, ears spread out. "I'm Akiko! What's your name?"

 

[FoldedPages]

Harlow Ambrose

Rank 1A - Dark Magician A / Necromancer A Hybrid - College Freshman
Lounge →Dorm →Auditorium
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Unfamiliar faces and incoherent conversations blurred around Harlow as she stood in the lounge area entrance, her feet rooted in the pristine tile. She appeared ordinary - a simple young woman like any other human roaming the city to onlooker's naked eyes. Her long, messy waved hair and dark amber eyes were unremarkable. Her pale skin and average height were also unremarkable. Even her magic quality seemed unnoteworthy. But beneath the mediocre exterior harbors a woman with incomparable capabilities. As Harlow stood awkwardly in the door frame, her slender fingers reached for the necklace around her neck. This, too, appeared to be a standard piece of jewelry: an ornate pendant in the shape of a wing. Unbeknownst to anyone but herself, it came apart to reveal a sharpened blade, the instrument that aided her blood magic.

It was the very same blood magic that allowed Harlow to conceal her true potential under a cloaking spell. She wasn't lying to her peers, though. This was for their own well being and hers—a fresh beginning at Avolair Academy after what transpired a year before. The distant memory caused Harlow to nervously fidget her pendant between her fingers. Things would be different. She had changed.

Right? ...

Harlow expected first-day jitters, but this sensation went beyond that. Her whole body felt like it was sinking, her heart dropping in tandem because of the facade she was holding onto.

"No, no. This isn't a facade. This is who I am."

The thoughts pounded in her head.

"I'm not lying. I'm just your typical college student. A good college student."

The words became more resonant with each syllable. Her whole hand grasped at the necklace. The metal, and Harlow's own fingernails, dug into her palm. It wasn't until some unknown student accidentally bumped into her did she swim back to the surface of reality. By the time she eased her grasp, crescent-shaped markings had lined her skin. As if nothing happened, she offered the student a forgiving smile and finally moved deeper into the academy, her book bag, and belongings in tow. Despite being an unfamiliar environment, Harlow somehow made her way to her dorm room. She stood outside for a moment, gazing at the 101 etched into the door before heading inside. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when Harlow realized she was the first to arrive. The room was nothing like what she expected, to say the least. It felt more like a five-star hotel rather than a dorm.

Not wanting to be late for the introductions, Harlow quickly chose a bed. After setting her belongings on it, she made her to the auditorium. Along the way, her amber eyes studied the architect and students bustling through the corridors. When someone happened to meet her gaze, she offered them an earnest smile and continued on her way. Squeezing between pupils to enter the auditorium and muttering apologies along the way, Harlow finally found a spot to stand. After hours in the car, sitting just wasn't appealing to the young Dark Magician.

♪ Far From Home ♪

 

[Blackrose7]

Felicity Montgomery

ghost choir♪

| Ghost A | Noble | Rank 3 | High School Freshman | Academy Entrance -> Auditorium | Interactions: N/A​

When people hear the word noble. They would think that those people should have a regal appearance upon entering the area. Their behavior should be majestic and stunning as well, because they have to keep their regal appearance up for the crowd.
While their appearance is magnificent, throw everything else that you think about a noble out the window for Felicity. They don't act like a noble like most people think she should be like. In fact, this girl has a relaxed and fun approach to her life. This is because she is a ghost, so they don't need to worry about anything. As long as they avoid extremely religious people, she will be fine, since they can't purge her.

Upon the arrival of Lady Felicity, she exited the carriage and entered the campus. She then looked around the place, due to the campus not being at all of what she expected. In fact, Felicity thought that it would look like one of those human schools from the internet. The academy looking fancy didn't even cross her mind, but she appropriates it. 'This academy is much fancier than I expected it to be. I mean, it looks more like a castle than an academy. However, I guess that would be a good thing. After all, a fancy academy would have a lot of things for us to do here, and that would be very exciting.' thought Felicity.
The thought of her learning new things in this academy excited her. She always wanted to improve herself, and now they have given her that chance. Learning magic, doing new classes, and meeting new friends. It is like a dream come true for a noble ghost like her, since she wasn't allowed to be outside of the mansion for a very good reason. The extremely religious people don't like ghosts, because they destroy people's beliefs in a god who would punish the so called sinners. Felicity knows the truth, because of being a ghost, and the extremely religious people hate that. They want to purge all of the ghosts, so people won't hear the truth. Now Felicity doesn't hate them, since she isn't a vengeful ghost. She is just disappointed that they don't want to know the truth from the ghosts. Also, who to say that purging a ghost would get rid of them. Purging them would probably cut their connection from the material world, and getting rid of all of the ghosts is a big mistake in Felicity's opinion.

Eventually, Felicity finishes looking around at the campus. She heard the announcement to go to the auditorium, so they went there. Once they arrived there, Felicity had a blank look on her face. There were so many people here, and they all looked different. Some of them have wings, horns, or even a tail. She looked extremely out of place, since Felicity looks like a human despite being a ghost. Then there was the dreaded chair problem. They can't touch anything, since it would through their body. For that reason, Felicity just stood there, because there is no point of her trying to sit down in a normal chair that would go through her. 'Did they forget to put magic on chairs? I am not sure if they did that or not here, and since I don't want people to figure out that I am a ghost. I will stand around here, because it would be a good idea for me to do that.' thought Felicity.
She then stared off into space, because of the meet and greet not starting yet.
( The carriage is designed for ghosts, so the seats has magic on it to prevent them from going through. )

 

[TayMaiTer]

Elentiya (Elie) Locke
Angel | Type: A | Rank: 4 | High School Senior | Auditorium
Interactions: Ian Temero​

The young girl jerk slightly when the fox girl landed next to her, then hissed as her wings folded awkwardly around the chair. She turned to look at the girl. She was... cute. The kind of way that a clumsy puppy was cute when it stumbled over itself. The girl looked so excited and happy, with bright eyes and flushed cheeksl

Elentiya gives a small smile as the girl starts chattering. 'Oh my gosh! Are you an angel? Your wings are so pretty!' Elie's smile grows. But before she can thank the girl for her complement, the girl continues, 'I'm Akiko! What's your name?' Elie holds her hand out, shifting her wings out of the way a little. "I'm Elentiya, though that is a mouthfull, so most call me Elie."

She studies the girl's ears and tail. "You are a kitsune?" Her eyes light up. "I love fox! Fox are my favorite animals!" She lets out a musical laugh. Then she suddenly gasps, covering her mouh with a hand. With wide eyes, she asks, "Oh goodness! I didn't mean to insult ya!" As she starts worrying over what she said, an Irish accent starts peeking through her voice. She starts babbling apologies about how she didn't mean to, and how it wouldn't happen again.

 

[ArchAngelLexi]

| Aradia Wilder | Witch/Alchemist | HS Senior | Rank 4 |
| Academy Entrance > Dorm > Auditorium | interaction: ZeeNathan |​

As Aradia entered the academy she idly flipped through her papers; her schedule, map of the school, info pamphlet. She had already memorized it all but flipped them all again in order to connect it all to the enormous school laid out in front of her. Looking around she took in the diverse crowds moving about around her. She could barely believe how many students were there, just the thought of how many people she'd have to memorize exhausted her. Any one who saw her would have noticed just how tired she looked. It wasn't that she wasn't excited, in fact she was proud to be able to represent the skills of her family here, but large schools like this weren't really her thing; too many people and too much drama. Aradia preferred smaller quite schools, but she was invited here and who was she to look a gift horse in the mouth. The one thing that truly excited her, not that she'd show it, was the opportunity to really improve her magical control and really get into alchemy. Her family was more focused on strengthening their signature ability, which didn't leave Aradia much room to pursue her passion: alchemy.
For now though, she needed to drop of her clothes at her dorm; she had no intention to keep carrying around her bag. She knew she was in the girl's dorm 100, which she had no qualms about as long as her roommates weren't too obnoxious. The image of a stereotypical 'valley girl' flashed in her mind, causing her to visible grimace as she approached the dorm. The realization that that was a very possible outcome, given the nature of the academy, dawned on her. As far as she was concerned; that was her worst possible scenario. When she reached the dorm she took a deep breath before pushing the door open. Finding it currently unoccupied did nothing to relieve her of her concern. Before she could actually get settled in she was interrupted by the sound of a voice over the intercom.

"Where is that damned thing? Why must it always be so difficult to know where a blasted mic is when...Oh....Ahem! Quite sorry about that, students and staff. To all new students, report to the Auditorium for a basic met and greet. Or in other words, presentation of what our school is and what rules need to be followed. And don't try to skimp out on it, all staff is to catch ANYONE trying to skip out on learning the rules of this school. I will not tolerate people who wish to be lazy in this school nor will I tolerate anyone who doesn't get their asses in gear. That is all."

Aradia opted to just drop her bag by the door before making her way to the auditorium. As she neared, the halls became increasingly crowded. She silently maneuvered her way into the auditorium and scanned the area for a good seat to take. spotting a fairly quiet spot by a demon she decided to make her way over to the seat beside him. Seeing his overly enthusiastic smile nearly stopped her in her tracks. Against her better judgement she proceeded over to the seat. After clearing her throat she spoke up, "May I sit here?"

 

[OBESE]

Maxim "Max" Marozov

Werewolf | Pureblood | Magic Rank 2 | High-School | Dorms > Auditorium

By the looks alone you could assume that Maxim has gone through some troubles in his life and either is still in middle of all of that fire or has just accepted everything that happened as part of him and just lives by it each day. Very non-impressive look and non-expressive aura could be felt from Maxim who was wearing the simplest clothing you could get - blue jeans that were so worn off that the colour was no more blue, but almost brown from all the dirt that could not be washed out no more. Boots, belt, black t-shirt and a dark coat that has been through the same mud as the jeans. Based on the levels of your personal ignorance you would think that either Maxim is very poor or he just does not care to look posh.

With a backpack on his back, an iPod in his coats pocket and the earbud wire going up his torso towards his right ear as the other earbud was just folded over the collar of his t-shirt and hanging inside the shirt, some sort of music playing, he left the administration desk with the information of how to get to his accommodation. He just arrived from Russia and had no place to stay, but luckily the school took care of that and gave him a dorm room. It made only sense that school, where supernatural beings are invited, would have dorms for the ones that are foreign and no place to stay.

He opened up a piece of paper that he was given with some instructions of how to get to the boy dorms and the room number. The doctor-like scribble on the paper made it very hard for Maxim to understand the directions and all he could read out was - Male dorms and room 200. There were other things written on the paper and probably contained more detailed instructions of how to get to the room, but Maxim could not read it. "Ehh, like the language already was not an issue...now a handwriting..." he looked back at the administrations desk in attempt to make up his mind should he go back and ask again or just wing it and look for his way by himself. "Oh well, male dorms, room 200 it is..." he said as he started to move further in the schools territory.

Maybe it was pure luck or the orientation skills that Maxim had, but he found the dorms in no time, but as he was about to walk in he heard the message on the loud speakers from the headmaster to gather in the auditorium for a briefing. Yet again he was in front of dilemma - find the room, put down the stuff and then go or go straight away. Seconds later he turned around and started to walk towards the auditorium or at least he thought it was towards the auditorium as most of the students were flowing towards one direction after the message on the loud speakers. As he was walking he put the piece of paper of the dorm information in his pocket and walked through the auditorium doors. Seats were quickly filling, so Maxim just located the closest empty seat and claimed it by removing his backpack, sitting down on the chair and putting the backpack between his legs on the ground.

He removed the iPod from his coats pocket and pressed "pause" button on the song that was playing and put the iPod back in his pocket. He slowly looked around, scouting the auditorium from left to right to see who is around and what he could tell about the feeling around him.​

 

[ZeeNathan]

Aaron Val'Hellier Devouge​

|Demon|Pureblood|Unranked|The 3rd year of highschool|Auditorium|
|Mention: Seraphiel TayMaiTer |Interaction: ArchAngelLexi |

The more time passed by, the more crowded the auditorium become. At some point, it was getting a bit too noisy for Aaron. It's not like he dislikes places that are pack with peoples. He actually didn't mind being in a slightly chaotic place like this. But due to his enhanced senses from being a Demon, he can even hear the noises coming from the furthest seats from him as if it was next to him. Thankfully, he can control this ability. If not, he might become deaf far before he came to this academy. This racial ability, combined with his own power, is still considered very useful for Aaron. Especially regarding collecting pieces of information. They say the key to surviving in battle is not strength, but knowledge. Surely he didn't want to lose it just because he can't control it. He might not look like the type to think too deeply before he acts, ignoring every detail and face everything as they come. But in reality, he is a very calculative person. As long as he wants to, nothing can slip past his sight.

Slowly, the vacant seats in the auditorium were taken one by one. Aaron leaned back on his seat as his eyes wandered around him. He looks like he was just casually looking around, observing the auditorium building and the people in it, perfectly resembled someone who was just curious about a lot of things. Only he knows that he was in the middle of deciding his future acts. He deduced almost everyone's race at a glance. Although he never met a lot of supernatural beings apart from demons, he still knows who is what. Races like zombies and ghosts were easy to spots due to their obvious racial appearance. But vampires, werewolves, witches, alchemists, and demons like him, who has appearances close or similar to humans or can shapeshift into human forms, are not that easy to differentiates. To be able to do this, one has to observe not only the outer appearance of someone but also the energy they emitted, the movement they unconsciously did, or the way they behave. Even these can't accurately deduce someone's race. However, Aaron didn't seem to have any problem with it. Well, most of it, anyway.

During Aaron's observation, his expression change twice. It was only a very subtle change and disappeared as fast as it comes. The reason for these changes was because Aaron noticed two interesting people. The first one was a vampire girl sitting in the front row. He knew that girl is strong. How strong she is exactly, Aaron didn't really care. For him, a powerful person like her means he would have a pretty fun time later in the academy. This reason made him felt even more excited than before. The second one was an angel. The reason for this was pretty obvious if one would ask. Most angels have a light attribute, completely opposing demon's dark attribute. By nature, it's quite impossible for Demons and Angels to be together without any internal problems. Nevertheless, Aaron found it amusing to have angels studying in the same school as him. Who knows what kind of 'fun' situation would occur later on? Thinking of this made Aaron's smile grew wider. Of course, on the outside, he just looks like someone who can't wait to start his school activity. No different than a happy-go-lucky type of person with a bit of a hyper personality. But someone with keen senses would notice the slightly devilish intent hidden expertly behind his smile.

Right as he finished taking mental notes on people around him, he felt someone's presence walking closer to his seat. He held back his smile a little when he noticed that person's hesitations as she headed to his direction.

"May I sit here?"

Another interesting person. Aaron thought as he observed her appearance for a split second before answering her question. "Sure. That's if you don't mind sitting next to a demon." Said Aaron in a playful manner. His eyes were glinting with mischief as he smiled at her. This time, however, the warmth in his smile completely overlapped the chills, giving a friendly yet playful impression that could make some people let their guard down unconsciously. At this time, Aaron looked no different than a normal human who likes to joke around. Not a pureblooded Demon who can make others shivers from his presence.

 

[Dizmason Eternus X]

• 12 PM - Downtown residential area - High-end apartment building.​
• Dakin, Hunter.
• 20 minutes drive, south the mall.
• Interior design is similar to the Academy's dorms, just a notch greater in space.

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It's been a decent three hours since Dakin departed from his 'secret meeting', the mall wasn't oddly far from the spacious building R.N.A occupied with a bizarre mix of their Elite, and new recruits. Dakin, although he had been working in the business for over a decade now, he never did aim for promotion as he chose to cling onto his reputation of an Elite.
The lifestyle of a foot soldier wasn't that bad, neither too good. If one would take in mind the time to continuously snake around from one building to another for the same cause, not to mention limited freedom, it's such an inconvenient lifestyle unless one had already embraced a lone-wolf persona.

"Knock knock..." A soft fist collided its knuckles against the surface of the door seemingly crafted from Oak, the resonating thuds weren't rough at all, although they were consistent, about four or maybe five. From the vacant hallway, and unable to further endure how chilly the atmosphere was, the person began speaking. "Room service, I have an envelope to Sir Dakin," the feminine tone to her vocal was honey-ish, and one could easily discern the British accent in her voice. However, Dakin did not respond from within the flat... Her innocent and young voice rendered muted by the noise of Dakin's shower chamber as water gushed and rained onto his muscular physique. He could not hear one word she'd utter, or have already spout.
"Ugh..." She said with a keen tone of annoyance, young women in this sophisticated nation were really impatient. Growing tired from the relentless and futile knocking she wound up using her Master-Key and unlocking the door.
"Sorry! Coming in!", she said. As the door opened due to the female's effort, at first glance her sight fixed onto a large mirror with a vertical design, it perfectly traced and reflected the female's attire that she herself wasn't very fond of. With an apparent tint on her face that slowly began transforming crimson, she tried to steer her vision away from the embarrassing reflection. She wore a decent collaboration of white and black. The apron descending from her collar towards her waistline, breaching a few inches of her hips territory. The ribbon that tied her blonde hair into a cute ponytail, allowing it to sway paradoxically with its length surpassing her slender shoulders. The thigh pair of socks concealed by her knee-length of a skirt, they were all a dazzling white. The tuck-in shirt that resides underneath the apron and into the skirt, the skirt itself, and the short rolled-up sleeves that weren't even close to her petite elbows were black, exactly like the name tag pinned atop her left breast, clean black without a tint of dirt. She was cute, the whole thing seemed like a cosplay of a professional caliber, probably the reason she didn't enjoy this uniform.

By the time she snapped out of her self conflict, she realized that the melody of gushing water was long gone, and now she was standing about 5 feet away from Dakin who stood there with a poker complexion. He wasn't nude, he could already tell that someone did enter the flat due to a built-in security system provided by R.N.A, but he was simply unsure of who would make such an impudent entry, thus he was merely equipped with a saturating white towel, circulating around his frame, abdominal towards below the knees.
"Erika?" Dakin said, he never once met this female before, but he noticed her name tag and thus he permitted himself to read it. As an impulsive reaction, Erika's face shifted into an even greater mess of crimson as she switched into a squat position faster than one could formulate a sentence of two words. Her head hung low between her knees, and her hands which held the envelope hurried to shelter her small head. A stunning "whaaaaaaa!!!!" Could be heard, and a decent amount of muttering was heard afterward. Still, Dakin could not possibly decipher the context of her speech as Erika accidentally bit her own tongue from embarrassment. The image of a stranger towering her by at least one foot, almost nude, and with nothing but fabric, steam, and water engulfing his frame was now engraved into her innocent mind.

"Sigh...Once you get a hold of yourself, you may leave." Said Dakin as he was approaching the squatted female, she took a moment to actually process what he said, and by the time she did he had already snatched the envelope from her weak grip on his way towards his dressing chamber. "Hey!" She said with a tad high tone after he was about seven steps away, "I'm 20! I may be new, but don't treat me like a kid!" She said with a pout taking shape onto her facial, right after she stood up at haste and prepared herself for dismissal. When she noticed he had completely ignored it, and poured his attention to the envelope with a red seal, she decided to turn around and exit the room. Two doors were shut closed by the next moment, Erika closed the front door, and Dakin trapped himself inside his own dressing chamber.

 

[Seraphiel]

Mnemosyne Serendale
Ava Max - Kings And Queens
| Vampire C | Pureblood | 1C | College Freshman | Auditorium 7:59 AM
Wonderstruck OBESE ​

The further you got away from it, the more it would seen as though history wanted to pull you back. The world had an incessant need to cultivate hate, and direct it towards anyone they felt was different. Victims of tragedy, created more victims, under the same cause as their abusers. Safe havens from reality were rare. Those strong enough to differentiate their mind from the herd mentality were both their own solace and torturous prison. Damning themselves to forever be misunderstood, but having such strong belief in their morality, that their sheer willpower to uphold their beliefs, could potentially get them through anything. What would happen here, would anyone really care, or would they help breed the monsters of the future?

Mnemosyne couldn't help but feel as though they were preparing for some forced self introduction and socialization, that was very much common in her previous institutions. It was something she always hated, and always felt was a waste of everyone's time. At the end of the day, no one cared who the hell each other was, what they were majoring in, what the girl at corner of the room's name was, and why she took the class she wanted to take. Most people completely tuned out, and others you could tell say there in sheer terror, hoping that somehow, their turn would never come. Sure, maybe there was one scenario or two where this kind of thing would be useful to someone, but for the most part, there were better, more organic ways to accomplish the exact same thing. Mnemosyne's previous school was one of the places she felt most happiest. She absolutely loved learning, she knew by the way some people looked at her, that they thought she was the teacher's pet, but they never dared say anything. Mnemosyne wasn't the type to give anyone who didn't like her the time of day anyways. When they would glare at her, seething with hatred, there was no one there to validate them, no one to care they existed.

The auditorium started to fill up rather quickly; with the exception of the first row. It wasn't any surprise, and she wasn't particularly bothered either. At least, it would seem the first row was empty. As Mnemosyne finished a page in a song that she decided to title 'The Tears of Those Forgotten', a girl, blonde, with porcelain skin, awkwardly sat next to her and then gave her a rather interesting "Hi." Mnemosyne couldn't quite point out her accent, or rather it was the accent of someone trying hard not to have one and failing. She briefly glanced towards the girl, her red eyes only meeting hers ever so briefly, seemingly lifeless, "Hey." Mnemosyne sounded rather monotone and and uninterested. She returned to what she was doing, or rather, instead she started moving on from writing what could be perceived as lyrics. Next to the lyrics, she started doodling various positions. Although she was once again nearly fixated on her work, she was still hyperaware of her surroundings. Mnemosyne had a photographic memory as it was, although she was perceptive by nature, it only ever took one look at anything. It may be perceived by some as a blessing, but it was equally a curse.

Mnemosyne noticed the same girl just radiating anxious energy beside her, she was biting her lip, and had shifted closer to her. Mnemosnye hoped she really did not want to sit there and engage in small talk, but at the same time, she wasn't particularly bothered by the girl herself. A lot of times people would rub her the wrong way as soon as she saw them, or as soon as they said something. The girl was clearly human, she couldn't help but admire the fact that the school was open to races of all kinds. There were certainly other schools around with prejudice against certain races, or some that just excluded humans. It wasn't necessarily common practice, but she didn't believe they should exist. People were so ridiculous, encouraging racism towards one another, when sometimes it wasn't even there initially. People were quick to play the race card to be a victim, but turn around and do the same thing to someone else. There was a good amount of time Mnemosyne felt as though she were surrounded by morons. One of Mnemosyne's strengths was seeing the world as it really was, seeing herself how she really was, and seeing both the good and bad in people. Naturally though, she would call out the bad; and how people dislike when you can't let them bullshit around and play pretend.

Another student made their way to the front row, this one was a werewolf by the smell of it. She only ever so slightly turned her head and glanced upwards, to see him sit down and take out an ipod. Well good luck with that. She thought sarcastically. Electronics weren't allowed, although she couldn't give two fucks that he had one. Mnemosyne was one for her gadgets though. Although she was a pureblood, and she had invested a lot of her waking hours training, she loved competitive gaming, and generally played in a lot of tournaments. She was rather competitive after all, it wasn't as though there was always an outlet for her kind to really go all out without hurting someone or themselves, unless perhaps you found a willing soul as strong as yourself, so gaming, well gaming was her jam. Hers and hers alone. Her family was never accepting of her choices, who she was as a person, and they were never close. She had made the choice to completely abandon her family at a rather young age, and had every tie to her family completely severed. She was considered a disgrace, a disappointment, a misfit, the list went on. Those words made Mnemosyne smile to herself as she finished off some of the lyrics she was writing. She never bothered to take them seriously. They couldn't beat their ways into it, nor brainwash her if they tried. No, Mnemosyne was her own person, and she was going to be able to live with herself when it was all said and done.

Music performance came a bit later, but looking back, it was always there. Her ability to manipulate music came rather young, but she also had natural musical talent. This is something her family had previously accused her of when they were still around, and something several purebloods and teachers had taunted her with as well. However, the easiest way for her to get under their skin was to simply outshine them in front of everyone. Or perhaps the word was completely wipe the floor with them, till they start crying due to their complete and utter incompetence in comparison. You could never read it on her face, but she rather enjoyed these moments. Mnemosyne wondered what the music community would be like here, that was, if there was any. With the diversity of rankings here, there was so much potential for chaos, she almost wondered if they had thought this through. Were the proper systems in place?

Mnemosyne wondered about the guy with the ipod, there was something about him that looked different, and different always made Mnemosyne curious. He didn't particularly radiate good vibes like the girl next to her, however, neither did she. The auditorium started to get really loud, she unintentionally zeroed in on several conversations, someone talking about some kind of kitsune. She was intrigued, as she was informed that they were extinct, or almost completely extinct. This place was full of surprises. Someone else was fawning over angel wings, another race you didn't see often. She also felt the chill of a presence that could only ever be assumed as a ghost, although she didn't bother to look behind to confirm she was right. She thought about her schedule, and mental notes of people she really didn't want to be around.

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[Ian Temero]

Inari Akiko
Half-Kitsune | Rank: 4 | High School Freshmen | Auditorium
Interactions: TayMaiTer

That flinch was a definite two.

Akiko's own grin grew as the angle offered her hand and introduced herself, a hand that the tiny fox girl excitedly took and shook. "Nice ta meet'cha, Elie!" She chirped happily. How cool was this? She was talking to an actual Tenshi! Her mom had told her stories of them and the time she had served among them, but Akiko had never quite realized just how beautiful they were supposed to be. Well now she had a good idea, and the answer was extremely. Like seriously this girl was drop dead gorgeous! Especially when she was smiling! It was like the whole room grew brighter! As Akiko was admiring she noticed how awkwardly Elentiya was holding her wings and was about ask about it when the angel asked if she was a Kitsune.

For a brief second Akiko's eyes grew wide with panic, before she remembered that this was a safe place and she could talk about her species without worrying who overheard. Plus the angel's melodic laughter helped calm her nerves faster. Was that her power? Being absolutely beautiful in every way? Or was that just an angel thing? Then it seemed it was Elie's turn to start panicking.

"No no no! It's totally okay! Foxes are adorable!" Akiko tried to assure her, giving a giggle of her own as she heard the Irish lilt coming through. "And yeah, I'm totally a Kitsune! Well, actually I'm only half. Mom says I'm a Kitsuneko, a Fox-Child, and that I'm pretty unique." She paused for a second before leaning in, changing the subject with an impish grin, "Now enough about me for a second, let's talk about that adorable accent of yours. Are you Irish? What part of Ireland? I'm Japanese myself, though you could probably guess that- WAIT!" She came to a grinding halt as she remembered what she originally wanted to ask about. "I was going to ask about your wings! Are they okay? You're holding them kinda funny."

 

[TayMaiTer]

Elentiya (Elie) Locke
Angel | Type: A | Rank: 4 | High School Senior | Auditorium
Interactions: Ian Temero​

She smiles as the girl chirps her speech. The girl was absolitely adorable. No doubt. And... Japanese, she said? Interesting.

'Now enough about me for a second, let's talk about that adorable accent of yours. Are you Irish? What part of Ireland? I'm Japanese myself, though you could probably guess that- WAIT!' Elie opens her mouth to respond before the kitsune girl - Akiko? - says, 'I was going to ask about your wings! Are they okay? You're holding them kinda funny.' Elie blinks. "Hm? Oh!" She glances at the feathered things. "Yeah, they are okay. It is just difficult to sit in chairs with them. Especially in a way where they don't disturb other people." She gives a light laugh. "I prefer stools usually."

"To answer your original quesion, yes, I am Irish. I am from Athlone to be specific. I don't think my accent is adorable, but thank you. I think you yourself are adorable!" She gives a wide smile, revealing a gap between her front two teeth. "Say, would you like to be friends? I can take you flying some time, if you want!"

Elie hasn't had many friends. Other people at her old schools thought she was a freak or monster for being an angel. People avoided her like the plague. But this is a school she can be herself at. And these are people like her, in some ways. So, why not try to be brave and make friends? Try and start over?

 

[ArchAngelLexi]

| Aradia Wilder | Witch/Alchemist | HS Senior | Rank 4 |
| Auditorium | interaction: ZeeNathan |​

As Aradia entered the academy she idly flipped through her papers; her
As she came nearer to the demon she noticed him softening his smile as he noticed her approach. She offered only a small flicker of a smile in response before returning to her usual expression, eyeing him cautiously.

"Sure. That's if you don't mind sitting next to a demon."

So he is really a demon? What an unassuming appearance. A quite "Hm" escaped her as she looked him over. He looked like someone who might be a class clown or joker type which didn't particularly thrill Aradia but she was already here. Otherwise he seemed completely harmless.
"Of course not," she said before sliding into the seat beside him. She crossed her legs at the ankle and leaned her head back to look up at the ceiling as she took in the sounds of everyone around her. Out of the corner of her eye she watched on the demon boy, silently hoping he didn't try to make jokes with her. Right now she was craving quiet due to the amount of conversations going on around her. The flood of noise was not conductive to a sense of calm. There was one conversation that stuck out due to the sheer amount of enthusiasm that was radiated from those involved.
Sitting back upright she rested her hands in her lap while she looked for the source of such bubbly energy. Her eyes found an angel and kitsune shaking hands with the amount of cuteness that could smother a puppy. She perked up a bit, raising an eyebrow as she took in their features. Judging by their prominent features there was no doubt of their races. Demons, angels, and Kitsunes. I never thought I'd see any of those if it weren't for this school.

 

[OBESE]

Maxim "Max" Marozov

Werewolf | Pureblood | Magic Rank 2 | High-School | Auditorium front row
Interactions: Seraphiel | Mentions: nios

While Maxim was scouting the auditorium he was low-key looking for someone who should have been there, but who he could not find. He was looking for probably the only person he could trust right now, being so far from home, with so many other creatures that he has been taught to be careful with. Maxim was looking for his guardian - Connie. She was something like his bodyguard, butler, servant or whatever the names for people serving another person were. In reality while that was the case, Maxim did not see her in that way or think of her lower than him, besides he did not feel like he needs anyone to look after him as he was skilled and strong enough to protect himself. She was a friend, she was a part of family to him, so if it would be up to him he would have cut the bond as a guardian with her and allow her to live the life she never had, but probably dreamt about. Unfortunately it was not up to him or her, so they were just following the tradition.

As he was looking around he caught a glimpse of a blond girl with red eyes, sitting not far from him. She was holding in her hands a notebook and a pen and writing something in the notebook. He saw a writing on top that looked like a name of a song, so he assumed and said in a strong Russian accent "You're a song writer?" after what he leaned forwards and put his elbows on the knees while awaiting an answer. "I've tried to write songs myself, but I dont think Im any good. Are you good at it?" he added. The way he was asking or speaking felt like he did not actually care and in a way it was partially truth.​

 

[Cpt. Soda]

| David Tsar Yuri| Demon [Cursed] | Teacher [Weapon Mastery 1] | Rank 2 |
Auditorium
Interactions : Ian Temero
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David moved into the auditorium just after Inari, making his way over to where the other teachers sat. For today, he wore dark brown boots, long black jeans with a brown belt, a plain black short sleeve t-shirt, a red and gold quilted wrap going around his chest from his left shoulder to his waistline, covering his left arm, and a black leather glove over his left hand under his wrap. The set was complete by the large mug of hot black tea in his right hand having ‘Insert tea here.’ Over the front.

He moved between the aisles, doing his best not to spill even a drop of his precious tea. David examined the various students, making mental notes of what they wore, how they spoke, and especially how they sat. Within the brief time of passing by students, David had already started to form opinions about them and start making internal bets on their grades. He saw old and new faces, not stopping to chat for the time being. He wasn’t really thinking about the year to come, David had already spent enough time on that before today. With a few side shuffles between aisles and a hop up the stage steps, he finally reached his seat with the other teachers. A light exhale emitted from his face as he took his seat, looking to the left and seeing Inari.

After a long sip from his mug, David’s head peaked over the auditorium filling with students. He smiled lightly, lost in thought for a few moments of who everyone was, who he was in this academy.. Through the last 3 years, David has been searching for something. Something he’d do anything for, something scarred over his past that is yet to be corrected. Finally, this year, David thought, This year I’ll be able to try that new BNTLY tea. He gave off a slight chuckle as he glanced down to his covered left arm. His smile broke for half a second before his eyes moved to the left and right, seeing Inari off to his left.

David swayed his mug in his right hand, watching the tea swirl lightly. He started to think of before he came to the academy, before he had a stable source of income. The image of a library, sunken beneath a roaring deserted canyon swept through his mind for only a moment. This image was immediately blocked out as David forcibly snapped back into reality. His eyes were wide for a second before his grip on the mug relaxed. To keep his brain stimulated in the present, he looked over to his left where the new teacher, Inari, sat. He gave a hearty smile and nodded to her, “Mornin’.” He sat up straight, gesturing to Inari with his mug, “How did a Kitsune arrive at Avolair of all places? I thought your kind was all but extinct-“ David cuts himself off, realizing that might not be the nicest way to greet someone. “I mean, I’ve never met a Kitsune-“ He again cuts himself off and readdresses Inari with a semi-confident tone. “David Yuri, pleased to make your acquaintance.” He raised his mug with a slight nod, taking a long sip to feel less awkward about the situation.

 

[Forgotten Home]

\ Artemis Ravenhart \ Witch, Type B \ Rank 4 \
Auditorium
Interactions: None

A quiet young human woman shuffled into the auditorium behind everyone, a smile on her face and eyes cheerily taking in every detail greedily and gleefully. She had decided to wear one of her favorite outfits: a white dress shirt with a tan sweater vest overtop; a blue ribbon tie; a black, open jacket; and a plaid scarf of black. As for below, she wore a red, plaid skirt, with black leggings underneath and brown boots. It was a very comfy outfit but it did get hot sometimes. She didn't seem to mind, though.

She walked between the aisles quietly, trying not to disturb anyone else as she didn't know anyone else. She was new here, having only recently discovered that she could use magic. She only took small glances at the other students, not really bothering to learn their faces or names. Not out of any grudge or anything, simply because, as stated before, she didn't have anyone she knew there. She did have hope for making friends, though. It was always nice to have friends! Thinking about it made her somewhat giddy, making her hum a happy tune she knew quietly.

Picking a random seat, she sat down wordlessly but not tunelessly. Her giddiness was apparent and her smile was bright.​

 

[Stern LuLuLu]

| Reynaldo Lyon | |Hunter Ext |
| Entering City |

A tour bus pulls up to a random location on the outskirts of the city. As people can be heard singing on the bus. As all the passengers on the bus are engaged in a karaoke contest all the while Reynaldo grabs his belonging as he walks off the bus chuckling and saying his farewells to his travel mates. Continuing to see them off until they are out of sight. Upon recognizing his luggage he pulls out a map giving it a good look over. He starts making his way through the city taking in the sights along the way. On the way to his destination, he sees a couple of families with their kids struggling to get a kickball stuck in a tree. He climbs up the gets it down for them and even getting to play a few games with them before going on his way.

Upon reaching the location marked on his map. He comes to An alleyway with a pretty expensive looking bar nestled at the back of it. Upon entering the bar he sees a variety of different characters going about their day. Some looking I think just got off the job. While others seem to make seem to be making preparations to go on one. Making his way through heading straight for the counter and calling over the bartender. Reynaldo slides a note to him, after looking at it for a few. " Your Expected ". Following the man to an ornate door, he walks in. Where he sees a fairly aged man, but what he noticed more was the fact he saw the skulls of almost every supernatural beast he could think of displayed in the room. As Reynaldo walked around the museum like the room the gentleman spoke to him"An old colleague of mine told me you wanted to as good as me."
" I'm sorry but no ". Walking over to a weapons display case. " I wish to be better. " The gentleman is confused at first, but then breaks out into laughter."Then I have a perfect job for you. "

 

[Ian Temero]

Inari Akiko
Half-Kitsune | Rank: 4 | High School Freshmen | Auditorium
Interactions: TayMaiTer Blackrose7

Aww! Elie thought she was adorable! Of course most people thought that of Akiko but she only heard about it from adults, old people, and her own mom, so it didn't really count. However hearing it from a peer and a literal angel, that had to count for something! "Thanks!" She chirped, tail wagging happily. And then her excitement doubled when Elie asked if the could be friends. Friends! The tenshi wanted to be friends? Back home she hadn't many, being homeschooled robbing her the opportunity to meet people her age. Sure the neighborhood kids loved her, but it just wasn't quite the same. Seemed her winning smile really had done its job. "Heck yeah I wanna be friends!" She cheered, practically bouncing in her seat. "Yes oh yes oh yes oh yes! Gasp!" She actually said the word gasp. "I should get my new friend a good seat!"

Hopping up and standing on her chair, Akiko scanned the room. She refused to believe that an academy for supernatural creatures would forget seats for students with special body structures. Plus she was pretty sure she saw some stools earlier. "Let's see... Ah ha!" There they were, set off to the side of the auditorium. "Hang on! I'll be right back!" She told Elie, hopping over the back of the seat and landing gracefully on the other side. Well, at least that was the plan. However in her excitement Akiko misjudge the jump and landed awkwardly, causing her to stumble forwards towards a blonde girl that was just standing around.

This also should have ended just fine. Akiko was't heavy enough to bowl anyone over and if the girl moved to the side she could easily have rolled out of the fall, so at most this should have just been an embarrassing tumble. The girl didn't move though so she braced for impact and... nothing. She didn't hit anything, instead she fell straight through the girl and felt like she had just dived into ice-water. The sensation was so distracting that she completely forgot about the floor until she hit it face first with an "Oof!" and just laid there for a moment trying to wrap her head around what exactly had just happened.

 

[TayMaiTer]

Elentiya (Elie) Locke
Angel | Type: A | Rank: 4 | High School Senior | Auditorium
Interactions: Ian Temero | Mentions: Blackrose7​

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Elie smiled widely as the girl agreed to be her friend, that smile only widening as Akiko became extremely excited at her offer to fly her. Akiko didn't look like she weighed much, so carrying the little kitsune while flying would be the perfect training to strengthen her wings and muscles. Speaking of... she winces slightly as a mucles in her right wing cramps. God, when can this silly orientation start? The sooner she is out, the better.

She massages a sore muscle in her chest while watching Akiko look around for... something. The dive had been harder than she thought. Maybe this school had flying lessons? She would love to improve her skill in the air.

Suddenly, Akiko jumos over the back of her seat, attempting to land gracefully. Elie assumes that she found what she was looking for. However, the girl stumbles and falls toward a blonde girl. Elentiya winces, expecting a violent collision, but Akiko just seems to pass through the girl. Elie gasps, studying the blonde girl. Was she a ghost? Or some sort of projection?