Fantasy Elementals: Good VS Evil [CS]

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Character Sheets

**REALISTIC pictures preferred, but will accept fantasy art!**

Name:
Age: [16-18]
Gender:
Sexuality:
Element:
Good/Evil:

Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Height/Weight:
Body Type:
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.

Likes: [3+]
Dislikes: [3+]
Strengths: [3+]
Weaknesses: [3+]
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]

WRITING SAMPLE: **Please put in a spoiler tab underneath CS**​

Links:
♫. Interest Check | ♫. In Character RP | ♫. Out of Character Chat | ♫. Character Sheets​

 

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Name:
Lyla Grace Jenson
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Element: Spirit
Good/Evil: Good

Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Blonde
Height/Weight: 5'3 / 125lbs
Body Type: Slim
Tattoos: None
Piercings: ღ ღ ღ

Likes: cats; flats; jewelry (rings, long earrings mostly); helping others
Dislikes: sushi; popcorn; people who don't try to understand others; tennis shoes
Strengths: brave; honest; understanding
Weaknesses: impatient; impulsive; quick tempered

Relationships:
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Personality:
Lyla specialized in spirit, and while being well liked and pretty easy going, is also a target for people who think they're better than her (or anyone in general). She usually just lets them do their worst, and for the most part doesn't fight back, because she tries not to let what they say or do bother her. She's a sweetheart to the core, but she did get a trait from her mother, and that's if she is backed into a corner, the claws come out. But that is rare.

While Lyla is generally a gentle creature when it comes to herself, and does not like others being mistreated or hurt, and she would stand up for them before herself. She hates seeing others in pain, and part of her gift is the ability to take emotions from others. The downside to that is they manifest in herself. This leads to alot of misplaced emotions and sometimes even actions. Spirit magic takes a toll on mental health over physical, especially with Lyla.

Bio:
Lyla was born to two magic users. Her father used fire, and her mother used water. They say opposites attract, and it must be true. Her mother was a quiet woman, but a force to be reckoned with if she or her family were threatened. Her father was as fiery in personality as one would assume, passionate and heated about whatever he believed in. They both grew up as magic users, and attended the 'good' schools. When their daughter specialized in spirit magic, they were concerned, as they had never dealt with that magic before. There wasn't alot known about spirit magic, but The Superiors and all of the other witches are learning more everyday.

Lyla wasn't an only child, however. Her brother, just a few years older than her, specialized in fire, like their father. But his future was read and they stated that he would have to go to the 'evil' school, as his future was dark. Neither Lyla nor her parents wanted to believe that, but when he burned down their home as a teenager out of pure spite, the truth became clear. He disowned their family, and Lyla hasn't seen him in years. She misses her brother, and it's a spot of teasing from alot of the other teens for having a black sheep in the family.
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[Aero]

××× Eclipse Dieheart ×××​

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× Name: Lavender Silverbelle (Goes by Eclipse Dieheart)

× Age: 17

× Gender: Female

× Sexuality: Heterosexual

× Element: Spirit

× Good/Evil: Lawful Evil

× Eye Color: Grey

× Hair Color: Black

× Height/Weight: 5'3"/125 lbs

× Body Type: Straight

× Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: None

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× Likes: Horror movies × Cuddles (will never admit it) × Writing × Scheming × Coffee × Puns

× Dislikes: Waking up early × Pink × Bugs × Invasion of privacy × Things going wrong × Headaches

× Strengths: Wise (gives terrific advice) × Creative × Observant × Making schemes × Committed × Fair × Controlling her powers

× Weaknesses: Self-conscious × Clumsy × Easily offended × Transparent (cannot lie to save her life) × Cowardly × Gullible × Executing said schemes (something always goes wrong)

× Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

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× Personality: Eclipse isn't the most diabolic villainess-in-training in the world but she's ambitious and will do whatever it takes to be that evil. Alas, there is some kindness in her heart that she cannot seem to get rid off, which results in her inability to kill or be merciless. Additionally, it doesn't help that people don't fear her due to her clumsiness and incapacity to fulfill a successful scheme. Eclipse's flaws do damper her spirit, but in time her drive comes back and she schemes once more. The adolescent likes to keep to herself and is rarely seen socializing with others. She's quite hard to talk to because she tries to portray herself higher than others when in reality she's not. Still, choose your words wisely when speaking to this girl, for she may use them against you. All in all, Eclipse prefers to sit on the sidelines and observe, taking in all that she can to execute the perfect plan or just to assess whether people are allies or enemies. She is one determined and hardworking girl, who wants to be bad more than anyone. However, she can be persuaded to do the right thing from time to time, for a price.

× Bio: Lavender Silverbelle was born into a kind and gentle family. Her father was a 'good' fire magic user, so he was quite boisterous, but was serious when he needed to be and loved to spoil his daughter. Lavender's mother was a 'good' earth magic user making her rather calm and the main reason why Lavender has her name. However, Lavender's mother was rather strict despite her calm demeanor and was the one who kept her family in their place. Lavender loved her parents just as much as they loved her, but as Lavender grew up, she found herself finding less and less in common with her family. For one, she fell in love with scary and violent movies which her parents found distasteful. Lavender loved wearing dark and depressing colors, but her mother forced her into cute, pastel colors. Her parents tried to find interest in their daughters dark and unusual likings, but they just couldn't do it, and things got worse when Lavender's powers emerged.

It was pretty obvious Lavender had spirit magic, only because while she was sleeping her parents found her surrounded by floating toys. Not only that but not too long after Lavender appeared in her father's dream crying because she had no idea where she was and how she got there. Her parents were ecstatic that Lavender had developed her magic, but they had no idea how to keep her powers under control, let alone teach her how to do it herself. Thus, they had no choice but to contact Lavender's grandmother after years of not communicating. Lavender's grandma on her father side is a 'bad' spirit magic user who graduated top of her class. She is known as the best underground doctor for villains and is paid greatly for her service. Lavender's parents tried to keep their daughter away from her fearing she would be a bad influence on their child. Sadly, with no one else to turn to they had to let her teach Lavender before something went wrong.

Lavender was nervous of meeting her estranged grandmother, but after a few lessons she warmed up to her teacher. Her grandmother was the only one who didn't find her fascination with horror movies was weird and in fact, encouraged her to keep watching them. She allowed Lavender to wear any depressing color she wished and on breaks, the two would discuss their favorite villains from movies. Of course, Lavender would come home and tell her parents about how wonderful grandma was, but they continually tried to convince her she was not. Talk about grandma lead to arguing, then eventually caused a rift between the family and Lavender began spending more and more time alone. During this time, Lavender started to find herself more and more.

First, she made a few small, creepy dolls and began to control them with her powers. She had them do simple things like chores or fetching items for her, and she grew attached to her creation which leads to her naming them Frankensoilders. Lavender's parents were displeased with the mindless plushies while her grandmother found them a genius creation. Her grandma decided to give Lavender a composition notebook and asked her to write down every idea that came to her head, whether it was creepy or not. Lavender obeyed and later, fell in love with writing in the notebooks. Her designs would range from simple upgrades to the Frankensoilders to final plans on how to capture someone. Lavender's stream of thoughts was endless, but they came to a sudden halt when her mother found one of her notebooks.

She was scolded and called an embarrassment by her own parents! They explained how for years they tried to accept her weird ways, but they just couldn't and wanted to change her, but apparently, that didn't work for she has now gone too far. Her parents decided to cut Lavender's ties with her grandmother and that she needed to take some time to think about what she has become. With tears in her eyes, Lavender went to her room and did as she was told by contemplating what she had become. She thought about how different she was from her parents and how well she got along with her grandmother. Lavender realized that maybe she loved her grandma so much was because she was meant to be evil. This weighed on Lavender's mind for a while; thus she decided to test herself. Lavender came up with her first ever scheme and put it into play against her own parents! Lavender believed that her reaction to the plan would decide her alignment from there on out. She watched as her work went into play and how it sadly failed, but her heart fluttered with happiness. As she was scolded by her parents, Lavender realized how exciting creating and executing a scheme was, and a part of her wanted to do it again. At that moment, Lavender came to facts that she was evil and she was going to start acting like it.

From that day on, she changed her name to Eclipse Dieheart because her real name was too fluffy to be an evil name and played scheme after scheme on every goodie-goodie she knew. Her parents were distraught seeing how far off their daughter was from the good guy road, but they refused to give up hope and pulled on last trump card. Eclipse's parents came to her with the news that they enrolled her in a magic school and awaiting the Superiors decision on her fate. Eclipse cackled at her parents try to grasp onto some hope of her being good. Ultimately, the Superiors replied to the Silverbelle household and announced that Eclipse was indeed, was listed as a 'bad' student but will be attending the 'good' school since the 'bad' school has been shut down. Eclipse became overjoyed upon hearing the news and began to prepare for a wicked school year.

WRITING SAMPLE:

Spoiler: Excerpt from Walt Disney University RP

Christine had no idea where she was, and a bit of her didn't care. For being lost is just one more big adventure for Chris. Granted, she did hope to find Wilber or Ava so she could catch up with them but they must've found their way to the club recruitment party by now. 'Maybe it is about time I find my way to the party. I've been walking around for quite some time now.' Chris thought to herself and let out a 'hm' sound. 'Now, where exactly is the recruitment party?'

After what seemed like hours of searching, Christine became more lost than she already was. She tried asking some seniors, but they pulled a clever prank on her and gave her the wrong directions. Chris then tried looking for a professor, but there were none around which made it safe to assume they were all at the freshman party. "Golly, how did I manage to get this lost?" She mumbled to herself, standing in the middle of a hallway scratching her head. Chris began retracing her steps in her head and started moving again. She hummed a small tune to help her concentrate and to pass the time away. 'Okay, so I went here first, then over here, made a left or was it a right...'

Suddenly, Chis heard a voice coming from beside her, making the brunette jump and stop in her tracks. "Gee you scared me there." She said looking down at the adorably dressed small young woman. Upon recalling the black-haired student's question, Chris responded with a small chuckle, "You see, I'm new too and have no idea where we are. However, I do know we're supposed to go to a club event for freshmen." Chris then smiled in greeting, "By the way, I'm Christine Robinson, most people call me Chris. A pleasure to be lost with you."

Alas, right when Chris finished her introduction, a tall young man approached them asking if they were lost. Chris nodded, "Yes, we are a bit turned around." She replied with an awkward laugh. "If it is not a bother to you, could you possibly point us the direction of the club event?" Chris could tell the student was in the middle of his jog, and she felt sorry for having to interrupt. But she needed to get to the event to meet new people, find some old friends, and of course, join some clubs!

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[queanbean]

Fiametta "Fia" Nandi​

Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Element: Fire
Good/Evil: Good

Eye Color: Hazel / Gold
Hair Color: Dark brown
Height/Weight: 5'4" and 139lbs.
Body Type: Pear-ish? That's a thing, right?

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc:
She has her ears pierced twice in each and a septum piercing. Fia also has a small, minimalist tattoo of a dragon just under her left collarbone.

Likes:
✔ Cooking and baking
✔ Birds
✔ Warm weather
✔ Hot coffee
✔ Sweaters

Dislikes:
✘ Winter
✘ Horror movies
✘ Flowers
✘ Cold drinks
✘ Coconut

Strengths:
Fia is very in control of the power that she currently possesses, being able to spark a flame weak enough to light a candle or strong enough to kindle a fire. Her strengths also are intelligence, compassion, and focus.

Weaknesses:
Water, obviously. Fia also lacks in stamina and has yet to discover the real power of her gift - utilizing it mostly for more gentle or healing tasks. It's there, she just doesn't know how to use it.

Relationships: N/A

Personality:
Fia is a little bit quieter than your average teen, keeping mostly to herself. Even though her element is fire she's lacking in that explosiveness typically expected. Instead she's mellow and warm, kind of like a nice sweet cup of hot chocolate or cinnamon.
For those who do make her acquaintance she is deeply devoted to and protective - the mom friend, if you would. You know you've made it when she starts offering you treats or tastes of her latest cooking adventures.

Bio: The first image that Fia remembers from her childhood is looking up at her mother, tears streaming down her face and with the expression in her wide eyes both horrified and in awe. “It’s alright, it’s ok.” Her mother was saying, but when she reached out her little 6-year-old palms to see what was wrong, the woman who brought her into life flinched away. Her elementalist awakening was not… special or incredible, as some other may have experienced, but terrifying and teaching.

They were just playing around like they did every day - Fia and her neighbor who was a little bit younger than her - running around in their big back yard. The pair sat down in the sandbox, giggling and making up dramatic stories for the lives of pebbles and twigs scattered around, and then it happened. One moment Fia was smiling at her friend and the next… she can’t think about it because it just… hurts too much. There was a crystal field of glass and suddenly Fia couldn’t breath. She couldn’t hear, see, feel - the little girl just sat there in complete shock as those around her realized what had happened. It was then that this young elementalist silently vowed never to let her power get out of hand in fear that she would accidentally hurt another person.

Hardly a month after this incident her family relocated to a more secluded location and home-schooled her until she received admittance to the school that could control her fate.

Cute Lil' Roleplay Response

From Novi, an 8 year old girl:

Everybody was so excited she felt like the whole world was goin' crazy! All of her friends were gathered in the schoolyard early that morning, showing off their festival clothing and talking about what wishes they'd like to make. Novi came speeding in like a fireball, pouncing on her friend's shoulder and purring happily. "Who's ready to get into it?" She giggles before being interrupted by another friend who's complimenting her new dress. "Aw, this?" She spins around, white ruffles fluttering. "I like it a lot, but it's white so my Mama's gon'na know how messy I get so easy." After a bit more of chatter the squadron of kids march off into the town center to make a good ol' ruckus.

Along the way they run into their teacher, Piper, and all but tackle her to the ground. Like hounds to a good steak Novi is sniffing out the baked goods that she so often rewards them with, knowing there has to be something good in that purse of hers. "Did you bake anything?" She whispers, eyes flitting excitedly between Piper's face and the purse hanging from her hip. "Ohh, you know I did."All the children lighten up and crowd around, reaching out their palms to take a pack of cookies.

Once they're all good and fed the children start splitting up and Novi is left running around on her own, but not for long. With one cookie stuffed into her mouth and another in her hand she spots Eis in the distance and skips on over. "Eis, twice, mice, spice...." She hesitates a moment, thinking of another word, "rice!" She giggles, squatting down next to him. "What're ya' up to?" Novi munches, eyes scanning over the pile of papers. Her fawn eyes are bright and excited.

 

[Kloudy]

Name:
Kypher Hawthorne

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Element:
Water

Good/Evil:
Neutral Evil

Eye Colour:
Icy Cyan

Hair Colour:
White

Height/Weight:
6'1" / 144lbs

Body Type:
Athletic, toned, definite slight muscle definition

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
A snowflake tattoo on the back of both hands

Likes:
The cold
Ice tea
Snow
Winter
Feeling in control
Dogs

Dislikes:
Other animals
Chocolate
Warm foods
Hot places
Summer
Feeling powerless

Strengths:
Cool-headed
Logical
Strong-minded
Intelligent
Physically adept
Determined
Overabundance of raw power (can produce a shit ton of ice/water)

Weaknesses:
Withstanding hot temperatures
Being near animals (other than dogs)
Slightly sadistic
Prone to underestimation of others
Somewhat loyal
A shed load of pride
Bad power control (can't really manipulate the ice/water too well)


Relationships:
N/A

Personality:
Kypher has a lot of hubris and a lot of flaws. Whilst his strengths seem quite extreme, his weaknesses more than make up for it and this sometimes shows on the surface of his brain. Kypher believes himself to be better than most, however he usually tries to remain cautious when things look serious. Kypher is very cold and even hostile to people he doesn't know or like, but is very friendly and cheerful with his friends. Kypher doesn't particularly like animals much, however he has a soft spot for dogs. Kypher can't stand hot conditions, but he has an unusually high tolerance for cold environments.

Kypher serves mostly himself, when it comes to loyalty. Whilst he may do things for close friends and even stand by them, Kypher is Kypher's priority concern and he is very unmerciful to those that would try to threaten his priority. He is sadistic, taking pleasure mainly in watching others fail or in feeling more powerful than others. Despite this, he does possess some form of dry humour and he also has an affinity for puns, however it may turn quite dark at times.

Bio:
Kypher lived a relatively normal life. He grew up with two parents as an only child. He went to school and excelled in all of his studies. He was popular, well liked, happy even. He had hobbies, did sports, had a girlfriend, lived life like any other would.

And then his powers manifested.

With this ridiculous power just brimming at his fingertips, Kypher's mind warped with the possibilities it offered. His parents saw this and moved quickly to get him counselling, managing to catch the budding god-complex before it could blossom. But Kypher was already too far gone, drunk with power, to forget his pride. Life became more fun. No one stood up to him, no one questioned him. He could take what he wanted and crush anyone who spoke up about it. Truly, he was far superior to anyone or thing in this world.

It was thanks to this dark path that Kypher was enrolled at the "Bad School", where he and like-minded students could battle for supremacy and hopefully get some kind of learning done. And, of course, Kypher maintained his superiority nonetheless. What else was to be expected from a virtual demigod such as himself?

WRITING SAMPLE:

Spoiler: Link To A Story I Did About 1-2 Years Ago

I'm The Link ^o^

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[AnimeGenork]

Baxter Hilleford

Name Baxter Hilleford
Age 18
Gender Male
Sexuality Blatantly Pansexual
Element Fire
Good or Evil Evil

/coded by allure/

I'M A JACKASS

Appearance​

Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark Brown
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 167.5 lbs
Body Type: "Sexy." (Endomorph)
Tattoos: Phoenix on Spine
Piercings: Silver stud in one ear
Appearance: Baxter is one smoldering fuckboy. There's a certain scruffiness about him that makes him all the more appealing, but maybe that comes from the beard and its shadow (if he feels like shaving it.) Though not as tall as maybe other guys his age, his long limbs give him the appearance of height. His hair either comes neatly combed or messily ruffled, but his eyes are always the same shade of sex appeal. He radiates it wherever he goes, even when he doesn't mean to. Doesn't really help that his voice is to die for...

I'M A PYRO

Personality​

Baxter really, really loves starting fires. So, yes, he's a bit of a pyromaniac. This love of his own element stems from his deep-seated desire and hunger to feel the power he holds, but this love of his power does not lead to any sort of ambition. He doesn't want to take over the world or rule over a mass of people. In all honesty, he just wants to set some buildings on fire. But he refrains because it's a tad frowned upon in today's society...

Simply put, Baxter's a jackass. He's not a bully--oh, no, why bully the people you could sleep with?--but he's also not a saint. He's very snarky with others, whether or not they say something intelligent, and this snark is often misconstrued as him being rude. In reality, he's having a bit of fun. Despite this snark, he spends most of his time flirting incessantly with anything that moves, whether they wear panties or boxers. He's not new to sexual activity, and his constant lust has been called "fiery" in the past.

Baxter hasn't felt any true emotions that don't have to do with his pyromania in a long time. He's numb, so to speak, and has absolutely no heart for anything at all. So he's perfectly fine with being labeled Evil. In fact, he thinks being bad is fun. Especially if it includes setting fire to something.

Likes: fire, boys and girls, camping
Dislikes: the color green (unknown why), not being able to set fires, objects that aren't flammable

BUT YOU STILL LOVE ME

History​

Baxter's mother left him and his father shortly after he was born. Why? Because his father was a no-good con man. He and Baxter traveled all over, scamming the hell out of people using his father's smarts and Baxter's cuteness. As the boy grew older, they began to rely on flattery. Both men were attractive in their own way, so while his father's charm worked on older women, Baxter was able to trick the younger women. And this was exactly how they made their living.

The Hillefords didn't bother trying to live it up in a fancy hotel or apartment. Instead, they camped out every night in some secluded wooded area. Baxter supposed he loved his father, but he really didn't have much emotion to being with, so he really didn't know what love felt like. Sometime in his early teens, he discovered that he was able to produce fire at will. This excited Baxter like nothing had before, and he soon found out that he loved to burn things more than anything in the world. This was the only time he had showed true emotion about anything.

Soon enough, he was sought out for his reading in order to attend a school for others like him. He didn't really get it, but he went along with it. He was labeled "Evil" at this reading, and Baxter's only response was a shrug. They could call him whatever they wanted, so long as he got to burn things and flirt with beautiful people.

Strengths: setting fires, attracting people with his "charm," mischief
Weaknesses: environments that can't support fire, really hot people, candles

Spoiler: Writing Sample

The least her mother could've done was understand that she didn't want to wear a skirt. She hated skirts with a burning passion, almost as much as she hated the idea of unicorns and rainbows. Oh, well, at least she'd managed to swap out all the fancy dresses Mom had put in her suitcases for her usual cargo pants, tanks tops, etc. That thought continued to make Skylie smirk as she wandered around the ship. She passed many rooms that radiated with different colors, but she didn't bother go inside them. A mix of colors, plus loud noises? She was not getting a headache today.

Eventually, she made it to the front deck, where there was quite the gathering of people her age. Their auras were mixes of colors, but they kept returning to red: anger and frustration. One boy was peering down into the water anxiously, while another girl chewed out a boy for heaven knows what. Both boys were shirtless for some reason, though one was still dripping. Maybe he'd been at the pool? Whatever, all that mattered was that apparently someone had fallen in the water. Whether it was the dark-haired boy's fault or not remained to be seen. Checking that her Eiffel tower keychain was securely in her duffel bag, she dropped it with a loud thunk! and walked over to the small group.

Normally, people would ask, "What's going on?" or something else relating concern. No, Skylie instead broke in with, "Can all of you shut up? Your colors are giving me a headache." Looking over the railing into the water below, Skylie sighed. "If you guys aren't going to do anything, I guess I'll have to." Clambering onto the railing, Skylie glared down at the water. She didn't have anything against the water itself, but rather, what she'd have to do with it after fetching the girl. With a sigh, she dove into the water, trying to remember if she could swim or not.

Once in the water, Skylie looked around, searching for the girl. A little ways below her was the girl, her fiery red hair floating around her like flames. Swimming over to the girl, Skylie wrapped her arms around her waist, kicking with all her might to swim to the surface. When her head broke through the water, she adjusted her grip on the girl, slapping her lightly on the cheek to see if she'd wake up. Unfortunately, she was out cold. Damn. Turning to look up at the deck she dove from, she narrowed her eyes and focused on the water surrounding her. Slowly, water droplets lifted from the ocean, rising to the side of the ship. They swirled in the air until finally there was a rainbow ladder--or, really, a ladder made of rainbows--scaling the height of the boat.

Wrapping the girl's arms around her shoulders and hooking her legs around her waist, she gripped the ladder with one hand, noting the brightness of the sun. If she didn't hurry, the ladder would dissipate into thin air. Skylie used all her agility as a former street urchin to climb the ladder, feeling the rungs disappear as soon as her feet left them. Her eyebrows knit together in determination until finally, she'd reached the railing she had dove off of minutes before. She pulled the upper half of her body over the railing, dropping the girl rather unceremoniously onto the deck. Skylie herself somehow flipped and landed in a crouch, breathing heavily. Standing up and wringing the water out of her hair, she glanced down at the girl. Her gaze flitted up to the other people around her. "I don't know what happened, but next time, don't just stand there freaking out. Do something about it." The words came out harshly, but she meant every word she said. Sitting around doing nothing got you nowhere, especially when someone's life was on the line.

With a yawn, Skylie scratched her head. "We should either go find a nurse or doctor, or give her CPR, quick, before it's too late." Being the girl she was, Skylie would've done it, but CPR was not in her repertoire of skills. And she wasn't going to carry that girl again.​

 

[arryn]

Delphia Montgomery
17 | Female | Heterosexual

Air/Good

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown

Height: 5'6

Weight: 120 lbs

Body Type: Slim

Tattoos/Piercings: N/A


Likes:

-starry skies

-watercolor

-candles


Dislikes:

-dark chocolate

-small talk

-crowds


Strengths:

-funny

-trustworthy

-understanding


Weaknesses:

-impulsive

-sensitive

-gets into trouble


Relationships: N/A


Personality: Delphia is a very high-spirited young woman with a strong sense for justice. She will stand up for herself and those close to her and will do what it takes to see people get what they deserve. She is wonderfully vivacious, emotionally driven and passionate. She has a large heart and tends to love and trust people too quickly. However, once that trust is betrayed it is unlikely that she will become close with them again.


Bio: The childhood of Delphia Montgomery was almost entirely uneventful. She lived with her father and younger brother in a small apartment in the city all growing up. Her father ignited her passion for air magic. He practiced it just the same as her. He showed her the basics on how to practice and cultivate her skills. He would take her on trips to the countryside and they would take turns flying kites or paper airplanes. Over time she developed new techniques and with each passing day became more and more proficient in her craft. However, she wasn’t able to learn much on her own without attending a school for people with similar talents. She knew she would never be satisfied without reaching her fullest potential.


One morning, during one of her adventures with her father, she approached him about finally attending a school for other magic users like her. The idea did not come as a thrill to him because of the magic schools new blend of good and bad students. He told her that it would be best if she didn’t attend and stayed with him. Delphia knew that no matter what he said, she would find a way to attend. After a heated argument, he finally agreed to enroll her in a magic school. Weeks later, she received the long awaited letter from the Superiors. She opened it, and to no surprise it announced that she was indeed listed as a ‘good’ student. She was overjoyed! She closed her eyes and savored the moment. When she opened them again she felt a profound sense of belonging. A feeling of opportunity. A chance to control her destiny.

(Sorry this isn't the highest quality, I was in a rush to get it finished so I could start posting!)

Spoiler: Writing Sample

The moment Soris stepped into the dining hall, Prudence's body went numb. She had experienced this every time she had laid eyes on him since the night of the massacre. The feeling in her arms and legs seemed to disappear, and she was left helpless. This used to terrify her; she would begin to sweat and writhe in her chair. Now she just sat still, motionless, until the sensation returned to her limbs.


Rosie had clearly offended him. Her eyes flickered to his emotionless face. With no hesitation, he addressed Rosie by name and began a haunting tirade. He slowed to a stop behind Prudence's chair and her face drained of blood. Her face was left with a pale shade of green. He plucked a petal from her flower crown and she flinched.


Anger bubbled up inside of her. He was proving how much control he had over them. He could do anything he wanted to them, and they could only sit there. Completely powerless. Of course, she knew she couldn't act on her frustrations for it would surely cost her her life. She glared as he stopped behind her other siblings, harassing them the same way he did to her. He was taunting them, saying just the right things to get them riled up. Treating them like objects, like his little game. He was clearly enjoying himself as he slowly circled the table.


Suddenly he stopped behind little Rosie, this time with anger burning in his eyes. Before Prudence could object, his hands grasped her dress and he threw her through the air. She screamed yet her lungs couldn't take in air and she choked. The glass window shattered, as did her heart. She could feel claws ripping at her from the inside out. Her body felt as if it were collapsing in on itself and she had no power to stop it. Her sister disappeared from her view and Prudence's vision went spotty. She couldn't breathe.

She couldn't handle the shock pulsing through her body. She saw two scenes playing out in her mind, alternating every second. One second she saw her loving mother saying her last goodbyes. The next second she saw her beloved sister crashing through a window. Flickering images on replay.


Her mind seemed to be controlled by her emotions. Her breathing quickened and her heart pounded in her chest. That's all she could hear, her ears were clouded by the thumps of her heart. Her body was adjusting to the shock. If her heartbeat and breathing continued to accelerate, something would go terribly wrong internally. Her body needed to accommodate quickly. Moments later, her legs gave out and she plummeted to the ground. She stared at the chandelier only for a moment before her vision went completely dark.

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[BluDaBaDee]

| Vincent Vivaldi |
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Element: Air
Good/Evil: Chaotic Evil


| Appearance |
Eye Color: Lavender
Hair Color: Black, with Purple Ends
Height/Weight: 5' 1"; 95 lbs
Body Type: Ectomorph (Light and Lean!)
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: Refer to Photo (None)

| Interests |
[Likes] What do I like? Hmm, that's a tough one. I like a lot of things. But, I suppose I can list them all. I love to pull pranks on others. In fact, I like to do it a lot! But don't take my word for it, look under your seat, neeheehee... I also like to lie. Do I though? Who knows. I'm always inconsistent with the truth. After all, keeping in knowledge in your head is really pointless if you aren't going to really needed later. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I really have this amazing interest in poker. Why? I mean, if I lie a lot, that'd just make me reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeealllly good at it.
But... I do have a lot more likes, but I'd be here aaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllll day here.

[Dislikes] What do I not like. Now this one, this one is actually hard for me. Why? I don't have much to hate. I mean, I will dislike the casual mean person, or anyone that is just flakey. Why? I'm just human, and I hate it when people promise they will be there to help, but don't, or--- well. I won't go too deep into that topic. Another thing I wont like for no-good-reason is anchovies and pinapples. Whoever puts these two topics on their pizza is not human, but a monster. Seriously, people's tastebuds were assaulted the day pinapple touches the dough. A final thing that I just don't like... is actually doing anything productive. Why? I'm lazy by nature, and I only act for my benefit. None of this "pro bono," or "quid pro quo," nonsense. The only person that matters is me!

[Strengths] What constitutes as a strength? Something I think I am good at? I think that I'm good at a lot of things. I mean, I think I'm good with words. After all, I like to lie. But, at least I can do it convincingly. Did you know the word Alberta is a palidrome? Don't think about it too hard! Another thing is my intellectual and wit. How am I an intellectual? I won't tell you. Although, I kinda have to. I mean, I read books! That's something, right? I reaalllly need more friends. Lastly, I'm nimble and quick! I go with the wind. My Elemental Abilities allow me to do so after all! It's really no use trying to chase me. I'll be arround the world before you can finish reading about me!

[Weaknesses] Ah, weaknesses. My bane. My kyrptonite. While I am quick, I'm not strong. Seriously. I'm a 5' 1" midget! I can't develop muscle at all, so I guess that's a really fatal weakness. I mean, for my skill in talking and manipulating, I really can't do much but run. I need a stepladder for the places I can't reach, and maybe even a little help opening doors that are super tall. Don't judge, hmph! Another thing is that, I don't think I would trust myself. Nor would I think anyone else would trust me. Seriously! When's the last time you trust a liar! For all you know, I'm actually some dude named Jim from Oman who's a factory worker! I'm not saying that's true, but I am saying that I can't exactly give out the full truth without adding a dash of pizzazz. Therefore, who'd trust me? Lastly, I have this reaallly bad Superiority/God Complex. Why? When you can levitate in the air so much, you can look down upon the world. Both literally and figuratively. I've used my wind powers to do some reaaallly bad things, and therefore I think I'm God! (Or at least, superior to you feeble-minded apes.)

[Relationships] Wow. Relationships? LAME. Friends are for losers!

| Lore & Personality |

[Personality]

How do I describe myself? This isn't an easy task. So, I suppose I'll start by stating the facts. I like breaking the fourth wall! Well, with the reader of course. How can I? It's not because I have some really Godly Powers, no, it's just that I got a knack for it. I think that I'm being watched by someone. Really! I'll use rheteric like, dear audience, well... just like that! I'll refer to you whenever I feel like it. It might be weird when the other characters react to it, but they'll just have to deal with it!

I should also mention how mischevious, yet playful I am. Remember how I said I like to play pranks on people, and how I like to lie? It stems from this part of my personality! I always wear a smile, and I love to be the one brewing trouble. But, I don't have it in me to do really dirty work. So I just manipulate someone else to do it for me! Did I mention that I can manipulate people? Now I did! Yessiree, transitioning on what I can do with this personality, I am a skilled manipulator. Partnered off with my unrivaled that I proclaim with my superiority complex, I act in certain ways just to tie things all back together days later. Why did I offer to help you? Was it to really be an angel? Or is there an ulterior motive involved... neeheehee, who knows?

But yeah, in a summary, I like to lie, I'm a manipulator, and I'm skilled with intellect and words. That's your TL : DR!

[Biography]

"On the precipice of a mountain... on a dark and gloomy day, came into existence the harbringer of destruction..." would be a quote from a really interesting book! It could be real, or it could be something I made up! At this point, most of the stuff I said is fake, so why not dismiss that as fake too? Anyway, I'm just some average kid born from a family of elementals. Nothing too out of line. But, if you really want the highlight of my backstory, listen to this:

So you see, my family isn't a big deal. Just a few mob bosses terrorising cities. Nothing too harsh. I perhaps will not even mention them throughout this roleplay! Yes, that's right. I know about the world I am in too. Deal with my all-seeing abilities to break the fourth wall! Mwahahahaha! But, they let get into casinos and play whatever games I like. So, I took a trade up in poker! Imagine this, a mere 13 year-old playing a card game for money, surrounded by stacks of money, laughing triumphantly. Yup! That's me! Thanks to that, I'm super-duper rich! (Not to mention that my family has some bucks, but it's only a few million trillions dollars, so I can afford to survive in this world.) Eventually, I started making connections with this newfound fortune I attained! Basically, it can be summarized to: "Here's some money. Now obey!" Or something close enough to that. Seriously, humans can be manipulated easily with some Benjamins.

After my bribing spree, I eventually was old enough to be recognized by that comittiee where the Elemental Hags or whatever reside. "Magic Superiors," tch. Apparently they're really good psychics, not. They told me I was a bad boy! But I'm reaaalllly not. I use my money to help honest men see the honest truth about this world, and help them realize their goals and ambitions! But no matter, school is school. There might be a few thugs where I was going to go, but I can deal with it. After all, money talks!~~

But then, to my dismay, some Head Honcho-Moncho decided that this Good vs. Evil thing was a bunch of baloney! So before I even stepped foot into the "Evil School," I had to go to the "Good School." Do you not realize how much work that will be? I don't want to just have my non-existent servants or even my air abilities whisk me and my belongings away. A. The drive there is just too far, and we could get the Paparazzi on us. B. I'm not strong enough to haul myself and my really huge stash of belongings to the new crib in one go. But, I had to. Or, I changed my mind since my parents assisted me! What kind-hearted souls they are...

Now I'm here! Congrats! Everyone's gonna be stuck with me for... some time. I can't tell how long this'll last. But, I pray it will for a looong time!

My Theme Song That is Not My Theme Song [A Palindrome] [Lyre Le Temps - Looking Like This]​

Spoiler: Super-Duper-Secret-Spoilers-About-My-Abilities! [Writing Sample]

| Vincent Vivaldi |
| Interactions: | | Mentions: |

"I'm sooooo bored!" I'd exclaim! Looking to my left and to my right in my dorm room at this academy. How did I get there? It's a long story. You see, I'm an elemental. Why? Because human roleplayers want to realize their fantasies in an online forum, sitting behind a screen for days on-end, hoping and praying to be noticed and hoping for a response to their character that they put their heart and soul in. Because I just am! Seriously. My abilities and how I gain and use them would be a whoooole 'nother story for you, and this is supposeded to be a sample! I don't even know if I truly exist yet in this world! Ah, what an existential crisis I am in.

Anyway, I just got deported from my old school for magical kids like me. Some hags on some almight board on Magic LLC. just assigned me to this evil school. But, joke's on them! I got relocated! ...Thanks to someone on the same board I just mentioned. No joke. I had everything packed and I was about to settle down, until CNN blares its liberalist media saying that, "This is progress in the making folks! We get to see the 'Evil,' and 'Good,' schools merge into one entity!" While Fox & Friends complain about, "Liberal folks and their whole, 'everyone deserves to go to the same school nonsense' is being attested to today because some fool wanted to merge some magic schools!" I have to align with that conservative swamp though. I just got here! I seriously don't want to drag my belongings, without the assistant and total dependence on my servants of course, all the way to this new school! Plus, I need to find a new home! I bought one really close to this school. It totally not the school itself. (But, you could imagine that it would be a realistic possibility for me.)

Now, I have to drag me and my belongings all the way over there to this god-forsaken place. That's why if you looked across the street, you'd see a strange kid with a lot more stuff than he can handle. Then you could see the said kid fly into the sky, up into the air, flying like a rainbow! Or... that doesn't make sense does it. What flies in an arch this day. Nothing really, so... flying like a cannonball . . . ? Whatever. I flew there. That's my point. But, since it was a lot of stuff; and I mean a lot of it. 10 bagages filled with the same clothing is a lot. Plus furniture, computers, phones, food, and chocolate, because it is its own special kind of food that has been graced by some higher being to exist in this world. Anyhow, I made it there. Not as you think, as I had the awful taste of dirt in my mouth once I landed there. Yuck! I needed to brush my teeth after that.

I head over to the reception, look at the secretary, and put some shades on, then took them off for comedic effect. She--- yes, I assume its a she, because let's face it, you wouldn't expect a male secretary would you. Anyhow, she glared back at me as if I had egg on my face, and just handed me my dormroom keys, a map, and some other trinkets to welcome my arrival. Now, I'm in my room, trying helplessly, with the total independence from my servants, (which is a lie if you couldn't tell) to fix up my room. After the whole fiasco was done and over with, I'd lay back flat on my bed, turning to see the dormitory turned into a luxury hotel room.

There's just a deluxe crimson sheet bed, with an oriental desk, drawers, cabinents, dressers, and chairs organized neatly. The windows had really simple, and not expensive-in-the-way-I-would-lie-about-the-price costly, curtains. Perhaps one of the only things that drags me back to Earth. Why? A: It's free. B: It matches the style. C: I had nothing else to put it with. I also checked out the bathroom I totally did not modify without the total dependence on people. It certainly did not have a bathtub, shower, nor jacuzzi in the same room. Nor did it have a gold plated toilet or sink. Nor lush towels. Nor bathrobes. Definitely, no bathrobes.

After I leave the bathroom, I lay down on my bed again, doing a few pretend-snowangels while I'm at it. Eventually, I got tired of it and exclaimed:

"I'm sooooo bored!"

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[Prince of Corruption]

Name:
Neptune Sterling
Age:
16
Gender:
male
Sexuality:
Hetero
Element:
Water
Good/Evil:
good
Eye Color:
Sea green
Hair Color:
Raven Black
Height/Weight:
6'2" 195 lb
Body Type:
Swimmer/Surfer
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
Trident that goes from the back of his left palm to his shoulder
Likes: [3+]
The beach, Stars, and surprisingly camp fires
Dislikes:
Sitting still, staying inside, and the color pink
Strengths:
Storms, Winter, Humid days
Weaknesses:
Drought seasons, Rashful thinking, being part of a team
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality:
Neptune is almost completely like his element. Or well more specifically a form of his element. The ocean, it cannot be restrained, it cannot be controlled, and changes with its surroundings. That basically explains who Neptune is. The slightest difference is Neptune's emotions change with the people around him.
The young man takes the people he loves protection to another level. It you hurt one of his friends expect something to happen. Though most of the time you can tell when he is angry or upset, because his eye color changes with his emotions too. That and he fidgets with things when he is umcomfortable
Bio:
Neptune was born with parents with the water element. Though they were completely opposites. His dad was the angry, and restless half. The his mom was the calm, and serene half. The two completed each other. Since Neptune was born from them he was the balance. Actually that's how he got his name. Since Neptune's power liked to change with his emotion they named him Neptune due the roman sea god being the most attuned with his element.

Neptune's powers surfaced a few days after he was born. The day the surfaced Neptune's parents took him to the beach behind their house to calm down. So the two took him to the wake of the water, and sat Neptune down while holding onto him. As soon as the water touched him Neptune's eyes started to glow, and water start to rush to Neptune and cradle him like he was the waters baby.

WRITING SAMPLE:

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Joe pushed his body harder than he did yesterday. He got to the road leading to his friends Josh's house, and he smirked. Joe rounded the corner, and took off into a sprint down the street. His heart beat rapidly, causing his tan chest to rise and rest slowly. His jet black hair was soaked in sweat, and stuck to his face partially covering his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they were a deep sea green, that seemed to shift with his emotions. Right now his eyes were a pale green, almost grayish color.

As Joe got closer and closer to the house, he turned his head back to see if Josh was in sight. "Shit." Joe yelled as he saw Josh 10 feet behind him. Athletically Josh, and Joe were the same. Joe turned back around, and his body started to go numb from how hard he was pushing himself. As Joe finally stepped into the grass of Josh's hard, he collapsed letting his muscles calm down.

"Ha........... I.......... win....... again." Joe said completely out of breath. This morning they opted out to running just 2 miles. Today they ran 3, but they had a bet against each other. Since Joe won, Josh had to buy lunch when next time they had practice. Josh grumbled, and slowly, but surely walked to the door. "You...... coming??" Joe nodded, and grunted as he pushed his tan fit sweaty body off the ground, and followed Josh through the door.

Both boys instantly walked to the kitchen, and grabbed protein powder, and started making a shake. "Lets never do that again Josh. I can barely feel my body." Both boys just chuckled, and headed towards the stairs. The slowly climbed the stairs, and head to Josh's room. As they did they passed Payton's room, and Josh had to make a comment. "Hey short stuff, how's the hangover??" Josh asked sarcastically, and Joe just blushed that he say Payton like that, and he was half naked himself.

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[Avatar Arvis]

Name: Tobias Linarez
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Element: Air
Good/Evil: Good

Eye Color: Sky Blue
Hair Color: A light brown.
Height/Weight: 5' 10", roughly 192 pounds.
Body Type: Muscular. Not bulky but not lean either.
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc. Tattoo on his right shoulder. When his magic is used, the tattoo glows white.

Likes: [3+] Wide open spaces, preferably in nature.
Spicy and exotic foods.
Traveling and learning things.
Meaningful conversations with intelligent people, including friendly debates.
Dislikes: [3+] Crowded or small spaces for long periods of time.
Being underground.
Close-minded people.
Spiders.
Strengths: [3+] Enormous raw elemental power. Has never reached a point of true exhaustion.
Loyal to those that earn his trust.
Analytical and calm...usually.
Open-minded and able to adapt easily to most situations.
Weaknesses: [3+] Because of his huge reserves of raw power, Tobias has great difficulty focusing his element into anything except gusts of wind. Often results in recoil. Is currently trying to gain control of this.
Often accidentally uses his element without meaning to, such as when he sneezes, absentmindedly gestures with his hand, etc, with often disastrous results.
If his resolve is broken, he becomes dangerously depressed.
His fear of spiders can be dangerous in most situations.
Relationships: N/A

Personality: Tobias is a naturally friendly person, easily making friends with others tanks to his easy go lucky nature. He is a calm person, even in very stressful situations thanks to years of martial arts training as a kid. Tobias is very loyal to his friends, this can result in him getting into trouble to help them when needed, including dangerous situations. However, Tobias is not an easily forgiving person, if his trust is broken, it will take great effort to regain it. Though mostly in control of his emotions, Tobias can be a hot headed person, especially when dealing with close-minded people.

Regarding his sexuality, Tobias is a flirt. He will not hesitate to check out someone he finds attractive, and is most certainly not stranger to a fun night here and there. Tobias is no puffball however, he enjoys sports, and will defend himself and others against any odds. That being said, he loves chick flicks.
Bio: Tobias was born to a small family. His mother was a nurse in a local hospital while his father was in the military and gone most of the time. He and his brother raised themselves for most of their young childhood, with Tobias being the elder and shouldering most of the responsibility. As they grew older, Tobias begged his mother to let him train in martial arts, to which after many attempts and several months, she finally relented. It quickly became known that Tobias was a natural, easily gaining belt ranks. Because of this, Tobias learned several martial arts rather quickly.

It would be during a martial arts tournament that his element would awaken. He blew his opponent away, quite literally through the wall. Thankfully, the girl survived. That was when Tobias' mother told him about her great grandfather. He had been an elemental, a very weak one. However no other elementals had been born into the family since him, that is until Tobias that is. That being the case, Tobias was subjected to the test, and it was deemed he was "good" though there was some concern regarding his raw potential and how it might sway him.

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Tobias opened his eyes, his gaze slowly regaining focus. He looked around his ceiling, checking out the posters of places he had traveled to before coming to the school. Stretching, Tobias groaned as his back popped just right. Grumbling about the earliness of the morning when he saw that he had woken up an hour before his alarm, Tobias got up from bed. His naked body shivered in the crisp air, and he quickly put on grey sweat pants and a tank top. Quickly, the headed out of his dorm room and briskly made his way to the gym. It was open early for those that wanted to get a good start to the day. Already their were people running around throughout the building.

Tobias entered the building, he stopped upon entering the premises. A tickle started in his throat and quickly traveled up to his nose. Before he could stop it, Tobias reared his head back and sneezed. A great blast of air exploded from his mouth, shooting Tobias backwards through the door and outside once again. The building rumbled slightly from the air explosion, though Tobias didn't know this as he was blasted easily 15 feet away from the building. Landing hard on his back, Tobias saw stars in his vision and had to wait for them to fade. Groaning, Tobias got back to his feet, wincing at the pain in his back. This was not a fun start to the day.

 

[MysticSweaterHog]

(This is actually part of his wardrobe for some reason)
(Not shown in the picture but he does have a long scar from his jaw to his upper lip)
Name:

Phylo

Age:

18

Gender:

Cis Male

Sexuality:

Gay

Element:

Earth

Good/Evil:

Evil

Eye Color:

Bright Green (Left) Warm brown (Right)

Hair Color:

Dark brown

Height/Weight:

5"6' and roughly 195 pounds

Body Type:

Wide shoulders, average hips and 65% Leg

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.

Something like a big splotch of jaguar hide that's peeling off, it's located in the middle of his back, kind of heart shaped.

Likes: [3+]

- Musicals

-Turtles (especially his turtle, Hamilton)

- Big Sweaters

- His Ukulele

Dislikes: [3+]

- Wet Clothes

- Incorrect tuning

- High pitched sounds

Strengths: [3+]

- Keeping Secrets

- Good Ear

- Agile and Strong

Weaknesses: [3+]

- Easily Distracted

- Reckless

- Apathetic

Relationships:

N/A

Personality:

Mostly quiet but isn't afraid to speak his mind, with sign language since he doesn't like to speak orally. Phylo has a harsh personality with a short temper that comes off as cold most of the time. Boy just wants to be alone, maybe murder a few people who get in his way. But generally alone, with his turtle.

Bio:

Phylo grew up in a very religious family, when they discovered his powers, they had tried to kill him, and he was kicked out with a new scar. He got picked up by a gang only to be kicked out later, with more scars. Phylo was bitter from being constantly kicked out with less than he had before and turned on everyone who he had tolerated before. That was his first and only massacre. Everyone who turned on him wasn't seen until a few days later, when the cops found their body, brutally impaled. His murderous tendencies died off later, but not after he had left a pile of bodies at his old town. Phylo still has an anger problem.

WRITING SAMPLE:

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Spoiler

Crimson decorated the ground as the body hit the ground, the last twitches going. A tall figure stood over it and wiped the box-cutter blade on the corpse's pants. The figure slipped the weapon into their pocket and picked up the body, carrying it into the empty streets. They went deep into the woods, finding a tree with a hollow, they set the body down in the hole in a curled position. They put the boxcutter into the hands and made sure it wouldn't fall out.

The person walked into a clearing, their features being illuminated by the moonlight. Neon flashing eyes flickered with glee as the person lay down on the grass, putting their arms behind their head. They hummed a tune in the moonlight, smirking as their bloodstained shirt contrasted with the green grass.

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