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Age: 23

Appearance:

Profession: Impalement Artist

Bio: Kathryn, or Kate as her friends call her, was an orphan from the night she was born. She was left on the front walk of an orphanage and nearly froze to death that night until a caretaker heard her weak cries and brought her in. She was raised there, becoming close friends with another young girl who had been taken in. At the age of 7, she and her friend ran away from the orphanage and found themselves as part of a traveling circus. That is where Kathryn was really raised, taking an interest early on in the art of impalement, specifically throwing knives. Eventually, she proved her worth and earned her own act in the show, though she had plenty of scars to show her journey.

Name: Elijah Petrova

Age: 27

Appearance:

Profession: Animal Caretaker/Impalement arts assistant

Bio: Eli grew up in the circus, his father being one of the main proprietors of the many animals the circus required for its shows. He knows many trades within the show, after all he basically lives and breathes the ring. After his father's passing, Elijah decided to remain with the circus and continue his legacy with the various animals. He also helps Kathryn with her knife throwing act, since they had met when they were both young, they learned the trade together. She convinced him eventually to let her thrown sharp pointy objects at him, and he eventually grew to trust her with his life.

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Claire stiffened when Kate grabbed her arm. She would have thought Kate would be smart enough to not touch her when she was behaving like this, but maybe the pervert just wanted a chance to grope her again. She did remove her hand again, and Claire felt disgusted with herself for thinking such a thought about her best friend. She had said she would be fine with it if Kate wanted to touch her when they were in the dream. Funny how reality was able to mess with her mind and confuse her feelings even more than a nightmare.

Claire listened to what Kate and Elijah had to say, with her head turned, not looking directly at them. She didn't know if what Kate suggested she do what was she wanted to do. How could she not understand that she might need time to process everything that had happened? Maybe Claire needed to tell her to back off and give her a chance to think, because at least then she would be left alone long enough to consider the odd prospect of them being more than friends.

"I never said that's what I wanted, Kate. Maybe you need to stop talking long enough for the rest of us to think!" She muttered. "That's what I want to do, so leave me alone to do so."

She wanted to walk off and leave them standing there, but then they had some good points. Someone had just been murdered brutally, and that wasn't the only unexplainable event that had taken place lately. Claire could claim they were illusions all she wanted, but it clearly would not stop them from hurting her or possibly ending her life.

"Fine then. I suppose sticking together is best for now if you're afraid of being alone." Claire finally said and sighed. They needed her with them more than she needed them with her when she had her big cats. "I wouldn't be alone either way though. I've got my family of kittens to protect me. Maybe they'd protect you too if you behave."

Claire straightened her clothes, and then she headed towards the part of the circus where the animals where kept. There should be nothing to fear. She wanted to think it so badly that she would likely think it until death was staring her in the face. She could try to escape with her cats, but this was her home.

"What do you suggest we do then?" She asked, going back to the conversation they had had about how they should get to the bottom of things.

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Kate sighed and stepped away from Claire, shaking her head to herself. As much as Kate didn't want Claire to go off alone and be a potential target to whatever forces were at work here, she couldn't ignore the cold tone and distaste that Claire was directing at her. It was clear she didn't want to be anywhere near her at the moment, but they were under some unfortunate circumstances.

Claire was right though, she probably would be perfectly safe surrounded by her big cats. If not for their fierceness, the sight of them alone would be enough to stave off any potential attacker who was not familiar with them. Kate supposed that if she wanted to be left alone then she would give her space once they made it to the animal keeps.

"Fine. If you want to be left alone with the cats then so be it." Kate mumbled before walking in the direction of the cages. She cared about Claire's well being, but she wasn't going to stick around if she was going to be treated coldly by her most valued friend. Kate supposed that once Claire was safely with her creatures, Kate would leave her alone as she wished.

The effects of the dream seemed to have no negative effect on any of the trio's awakened life except Kate's. Elijah and Claire had been freed from a fear, while Kate's was slowly developing before her eyes. It scared her, but she decided to not worry until Claire had had time to process what exactly Kate had admitted to her in the dreamland.

Kate didn't feel like talking anymore after Claire's comment, so she left the answering of her question to Eli. He followed behind the girls and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well first we need to figure out what we're dealing with. And I think in order to do that we need to figure out what kind of mumbo-jumbo Elena was rattling off in the big top. But I doubt she'll be willing to just tell us, so you two better grab your spy gear." He chuckled, trying to lighten the damp mood that was surrounding the group, but to no avail.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, arriving at the cages a few minutes later. There was a peculiar feel to the area, but Kate attributed it to her general nervousness. Kate stopped when they got nearer to Solomon's keep and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well here we are, if this is where you feel the safest then Eli and I will leave you to it. Besides, it would serve us well to go gather some of our blades to keep on hand anyways." Kate didn't bother making eye contact with Claire again after the looks of resentment that she had already thrown her way, so she turned to walk towards their training area where the weapons were kept.

"We'll be back later, holler if you need."

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Yes, I do want to be left alone to think. Thank you for finally listening to what I'm saying, Kate. That's so very considerate of you to do after forcing me to snap at you. She tightened her fists as she thought about screaming those words at Kate. Ugh, she was being even more insufferable than she usually was when Claire turned her down.

"That's nice." Claire said.

It was all she could manage without screaming at Kate that maybe finding out someone you'd known since you were children suddenly wanted to fuck you wasn't something a normal person would react any better to than she had. She was so glad when Elijah interrupted the silence and actually answered her question.

"I don't know. I think she may be willing to talk if she's still around." Claire said. "Elena never seemed like an evil person to me, even if she may be hard to deal with at times. Competition is fierce even when you're the biggest and best like we are."

Claire shrugged. They could always try to talk with Elena afterwards too, as long as they didn't get caught trying to find out what the woman had been doing. They were more than her as well. Claire didn't want to start a witch hunt, but they could probably rile up enough people from the circus that wanted answers as well. Elena would be pressed to answer them somehow then.

They reached the cages, and Claire sighed in relief to find the area undisturbed. She'd not been all that afraid that something may have happened to her kittens, but at least there were no nasty surprises waiting for her either.

"Of course this is where I feel safest."

Claire smiled with her whole being. It was her home among home, her sanctuary where she could feel protected and be left alone when others wanted to bother her. It was where her family lived, even though she had never had a large family she had one when she had her cats.

"Cheer up, Kate."

She sighed, but apparently it had to be this way because Kate couldn't give her even one hour to gather her thoughts. It wasn't like she could do anything about the confusion she felt. If Kate wanted to distance herself from Claire because of it, it would be a shame, but it would not be her fault in the end. She hoped this would just be another one of their fights years from now, assuming they had survived the events at the circus by then.

Claire entered the cage of Solomon, after making sure the rest of her big cats were well fed and alright. She sat herself with her back against his stomach where he was lying. She spent a long while trying to gather her thoughts, but she felt mostly annoyed by the way Kate had acted. Finally, she managed to gather her thoughts about the two of them together as more than friends by talking to Solomon. She kept her voice low and whispering.

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Elijah and Kate walked mostly in silence as they weaved their way between wagons and tents towards the weapons range. Kate's mind was heavy as she trudged along, her eyes aimed at her feet while she silently cursed and had arguments with herself. Why was is that she was the one being punished here? She hadn't done anything wrong, other than profess her suppressed feelings for her best friend. Ugh, if she had just suppressed them further maybe they would have disappeared altogether and they wouldn't be in this mess right now.

Of course it was her fault, she couldn't just be 'normal' like all the other people in the world. No, that would be too easy. Instead she had to have the most difficult rendering of reality possible for her. Then again, she didn't deserve the disappointing look that Claire threw at her either. After all, if she hadn't done what she had they would probably still be trapped in that crazy nightmare, forever doomed. She continued to mumble to herself and throw her hands around like a mad person while she walked.

Eli raised an eyebrow at her but let her be while they walked, nodding to passing coworkers while they walked through a commons area and shrugging when they pointed at Kate with a confused expression. They arrived at the place where they kept their weapons and practiced their acts all too often. But something was off. There was some type of gelatinous goop covering the chests that the weapons were kept in, and the wooden targets standing several yards away appeared to be bloodstained. Kate approached cautiously, blinking several times and rubbing her eyes before turning to Elijah.

"You... see this too, right?" She asked.

"Unfortunately, yes..." He approached the chest and opened it up. The contents were liquefied, the slimy substance coating the entire thing and filing it nearly to the brim. Eli grimaced, but kicked the chest over to empty it out. It nearly appeared as if the weapons had been dissolved by whatever the stuff was. It spilled out in a giant plop, coating the ground.

"We should get out of here before whatever did this comes back... I've got more blades at my wagon, we can stop by there before heading back to Claire." Kate said as she had to keep herself from gagging at the sight of the gelatin goo that spread from the crate. Elijah nodded and wiped his hands with a kerchief from his pocket, tossing it to the ground after his hands were cleaned.

They made it to her wagon and both entered, cautiously at first after what had been witnessed earlier near the wagons. Once Kate saw it was safe, she closed the door behind them and opened her closet. She retrieved her own throwing blades and holster before handing a larger knife to Eli, which he placed at his side.

"You know, Katie, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself." Eli said after a few moments of silence. To which, she raised her eyebrow in speculation. "With Claire, I mean. Give her some time, you just dropped something big on her. 'Bout damn time you did too."

"Wait, you knew?" Her mouth fell slightly agape.

Eli chuckled and nodded, "Well, it wasn't that hard to figure it out. Not after the multitude of times you ignored my attempts at flirting that is." He smiled softly, "I wondered why you blew me off, but then I started to pay attention to the way you looked at her, every time she was around."

Kate's face turned red and she let her jaw drop. It had never occurred to her that Eli had tried to make advances on her, though now that he mentioned it... she swallowed the lump in her throat and had to sit down. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugged, "What was there to tell? I love you Katie, but I've moved past those feelings for you. You love her, you just need to let her realize that."

Kate was still a bit embarrassed, but she was able to gather her thoughts and talk to Elijah about it. Strange as it may be, it made her feel better about the situation. She realized she needed to back off and give herself and Claire a break. They finished their chat after a while and decided it was time to head back to the big cat enclosures to make sure nothing strange happened there like back at the practice range.


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Colour: Onyx (black)
Age: 16

Personality: Blunt and brash, Tamora isn't afraid to show people her area of expertise and tell them just how wrong they are. This hasn't made her a popular girl around school, but she didn't go to high school to walk out with droves of friends. Those she trusts are few and far in between, but Tamora is willing to go to any lengths for those people.

Brief Bio: Tamora is a part of the generation after the power rangers, but that doesn't mean that she hadn't heard the stories. She spent all of her time inventing and playing around, trying to build her own giant robots to save people with since the power Rangers weren't around anymore. Almost all of her time was spent in a garage, workshop, or on the streets racing. She wasted no time in getting her feet on the road to drive the junkyard cars she spent so long fixing and tuning. She isn't the best loser around, but she doesn't rub her wins in the faces of others, only looking for the next challenge.

While more of a brawler, Tamora received martial arts lessons since she was a young child, and while skilled, she forgets to practice as much as she should.

Her father was an adreneline junkie as well, having been arrested on multiple occasions for racing and traffic violations. Rather than telling her to not take his path, he challenged her to do better, and she still has yet to be even identified by the police officers.

Strength:3
Speed:1
IQ:4
Health: 4

Notes:

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- Neo -

Angel Grove, once just another city in the huge expanse of America was changed into a focal point for all manner of supernatural and unexplainable events caused by extraterrestrials who wanted to interfere with the human race for either the human's benefit or their own. Under normal circumstances this constant battle for balance would have rendered the relatively small city of Angel Grove nothing more than a fine layer of dust on the crust of the planet. Luckily for the inhabitants of Angel Grove they had resident protectors of good living in their own fair city. Theses powered individuals were the Power Rangers. With their amazing powers and enormous Zords and Megazords, the Power Rangers protected the city before they ended the events for good by sealing away the evil trio of Rita Repulsa, Rito Repulso and Lord Zed. After the evil trio was locked away, the Power Rangers disappeared from the face of the Earth and soon fell into legend.

The citizens never forgot about the Power Rangers or the foes they fought and while most were content to think back on they Ranger's battle with appreciative respect, some instead used their likeness to earn gain wealth and fame. These select few began to transform the once normal American city into one big tourist trap themed around the Power Rangers. Every street corner had someone peddling knock-off Power Rangers toys and most food restaurants had some clever pun cuisine based off of a villain that the hero faced. To all outsiders the city was like something out of a child's imagination but to most living in the city it was a nightmare. This was not the case for Matt Howard.

Matt wasn't a mega-fan of the Rangers like he had been in his youth but he still had a decent amount of admiration for the group and thought the 'themed' city that he lived in was a cool experience that he could always look back on if he ever moved out of Angel Grove. On nice days like today he really enjoyed the aesthetic of his home city as he walked down to the grocery store. The constant hum of cars and and sounds of various commercials for the latest Rangers paraphernalia was somehow soothing to the teen which brought a smile to his face that could only be taken away with his need to interact with others. Matt took a deep breathe and entered the store, a task which seemed monumental at the time but in the coming days this small act would become minuet compared to the challenges ahead.

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Tamsyn Oliverus used to be in a coma until she woke up. She claimed to be Thomas Tattersall a knight of serving under King Richard the Lionheart. She was of course comitted to a psychiatric hospital to get the treatment she needed.

What no one knows is she's telling the truth. Tamsyn was never going to wake up for her coma, through magic roughly a thousand years ago a knight's conciousness was thrusted forward and found a home in a new land in a new younger body.

The patient would not go quietly into the gentle night, she fought but her new weaker body was no match for the big brutes in white cotton and their evil needles. She was kept at least partially sedated at all times to prevent injury to herself and the staff.

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Unlike his parents who despised the fact that Angel Grove had seemingly become a city-wide them park for the Power Rangers, and would have moved out long ago if they could afford it, Justin admitted openly that it was a good way to make money. Not that it changed the fact that he could only sell so much ranger colored ice cream before the "clever" pun names became annoying. Still there were worse places to work than at the Smudgey Swirl ice cream shop.

Haven just taken a customer's order he scooped up the banana, strawberry, bubblegum, blackberry, blueberry ice cream for their "First Five" ice cream boat and handed it over to the kid that ordered it. Since there was no one who wanted to order and everything had already been stocked earlier, he had some time for himself. Making sure to keep an eye on the counter he took out his 3 year old phone and started surfing the web.

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Strength: 2
Speed: 3
IQ: 3
Health: 5/5
Number of post till next level: 4
Remaining dodges: 2
Zord health: 8/8
Weapon summoning damage: 6

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Tamora Jean Callhoun was a thrill seeker, and adrenaline junkie, and an all around hooligan. She lived for pushing her car to its limits and taking breakneck corners and curves.

But currently, she was driving a safe twenty-five miles an hour through town. Between her and her best friend on the face of the earth, Jin-Woo Pak, She was the only one who could drive. She didn't mind it, though. If anything, Jin-woo kept her grounded when he was in the car with her, so she'd be more focused on not crashing and injuring the poor boy.

"Is this a safe enough speed, Jeanie? Or should I move a little slower to avoid any pebbles on the road?" She teased a little as a local rock radio station played softly in the background. Just loud enough to listen to, but still hold a conversation with.

The boy gave a tiny snort, before replying with heavy sarcasm.
"I'm sorry Tam, I don't think there are any pebbles left to run over. All dust now." He sighed, shaking his head melodramatically.
"Poor suckers."

"Speaking of suckers." Tamora waved a single hand about, only half focused on the conversation. "We should go and get some ice cream. Heard the Smudgey Swirl has a new flavor or something."

Inspired by one of the many villains that the Rangers fought in the days of yore, the Smudgey Swirl Ice cream shop was another tourist-y Ranger themes attractions around town, often carrying flavors named after the zords, rangers, or the mosnters.

"What do you say?" She reared to a stop and looked at her longtime friend.

Jeanie gave a simple shrug, which to most might seem like simple indifference. Tamora, on the other hand would know this shrug to mean 'you're the boss'.
"As long as I'm paying."

Tamora shrugged back. She knew that she couldn't tell him no, especially since he was offering. It seemed like a mutual agreement between the two, and the young racer stepped on the gas and pushed the speed limit. She might have something simple. Ice cream was a victor's treat, and making it through the day unharmed seemed enough to celebrate.

The short car ride was as to be expected. Many of Tamora's songs played, and she couldn't help but sing along as they went on their way, Jeanie occasionally joining along in chorus, but it wasn't long until they reached their destination.

Tamora settled her car down and went on inside with Jeanie, holding the door for him and letting it go as she entered behind him. At the counter was a kid from school. She had seen his face a few times before, and since the parlor was quiet, it gave her the chance to focus in on his face. No, he wasn't a racer, he was just another kid in the crowd.

"Hey," She greeted him casually as she walked to the counter. "Can I have a... Large Brainy-Blueberry in a cone?" She looked over to Jeanie and motioned him up. "What do you want?"

Another shrug. Jeanie was already fishing through his pocket, seemingly more concerned about paying for Tamora than actually getting anything himself.

Tamora had to genlty launch her elbow into his side to get him to pay attention. Selfless, she thought simply. She had a few more words, but they weren't nearly as child friendly. "Flavor." She said to him, trying to get him to actually make an outright decision on his own.

He in turn stuck his tongue out in response, pausing to think before responding.

"...I'll take a chocolate cone then."

Tamora left a single dollar bill on the counter and smirked to Jin-Woo. "Gotta contribute some way. Can't let you have all the glory."

He rolled his eyes, putting down the exact amount. Thought the smirk wasn't returned, his eyes showed more than enough.

"Consider the dollar a tip."

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Tamsyn was sure to notice the increase of foot traffic outside her room, even in her sedated state. Her caretakers probably didn't mention it directly to her, to not get her hopes up, but it was a scheduled volunteer day at the mental hospital. Some of the more agreeable patients were allowed to speak to and even play with volunteers who wanted to make them smile. While adults did volunteer, the main body was composed of teenagers. Fliers were posted all around Angel Grove High School, increasing the number of young men and women who wanted to help out those who couldn't help themselves, or something like that.

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"Zordon, activity on the moon has run rampant." A synthetic voice whined, a robotic body pacing quickly back and fourth, looking at screens and monitors, tapping various panels. "First, our view of Rita's palace has gone dark, and energy readings are spiking for the first time in many years, Ay yi yi..."

He was given no response. The robot looked to a large cylindrical tube in the back of the room. It glowed a faint blue-green color, but his boss was not there.

He should have figured as much. Since the rangers had broken the rules, Zordon trusted only his faithful robot companion, Alpha Five. Zordon would have to concede eventually. They both knew what these readings meant, it was only a matter of time before a second war on earth broke out.

And he had no one to fight for earth.


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Age: 36
Element: Air
Appearance:Personality:Ms. Hargreaves has a sly youthful playfulness coupled with a graceful maturity. Though she does not seek out her students, she gives ample care and attention to those who seek her. She respects the students desire for freedom, personal space, and self-expression. She will confront those who do not behave consistently with their principles, and doesn't believe that anyone should have to bend over backwards to conform and please others.History:Catherine's focus lies in guiding those who fear their own power, whether they are conscious of that fear or not. This surprisingly includes those who abuse their power for violence. Catherine has gone through two major episodes in her life, one of wanton, selfish, free-spiritedness, and one of absolute obedience. Both ended badly so she is motivated to guide the youth towards their own individual balance.Equipment: A small folding fan.
Class Taught: Philosophy
Name: Fang ShiZhen
Age: 15
Element: Water
Appearance:Personality:ShiZhen is quiet, timid and pleasant. She avoids confrontation and dislikes conflict. She also has fairly low self-confidence and is quite humble because of it. She's the kind who just wants everyone to get along, but she lacks the qualities to be an actual peacemaker, let alone a leader. ShiZhen is also very studious and intelligent.History:Born the fourth of seven children to parents trying to make ends meet in rural China, ShiZhen didn't know how she was supposed to fit in, needing to juggle the obedience to her parents and older siblings with the responsibilities of taking care of her younger siblings. The family did well enough to send her and her siblings to school, but she did have to help with the family business once she got home everyday. One day, however, ShiZhen became the center of supernatural, water-related phenomena. Fortunately, the Fangs were family friends with the Vanguards, Jake being the same age as ShiZhen, with Jake's parents tellin ShiZhen's parents about the academy.
Her parents agreed to let her go with Jake to where she could learn to control her strange ability.Equipment: None

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Felix cradled his newly minted knuckles close to his chest with his other equally 'minted' hand. They were both sore, stung like fire, and hurt just as much as you would think it did considering his right hand still bled a little. Small mercy from the universe that was his left hand not bleeding either. There wasn't much in the way of bandages and Felix was too stubborn to see a nurse about it.

Not bothering to pay attention to the macho efforts of Manilow wasn't going to pay out. Instead of nailing his guess of Dias personality all the brash youngster heard was 'she must be a hippo'. Given his track record of lashing out angrily he was quick to lunge forward. Instead of tying to sock the loudmouth in the face as previously attempted, Felix changed up his style on instinct.

Every teacher knew that a student in their first year rarely had control of themselves or their element, being as it was the first few days of the school year most of them were still in the 'happy accidents' stage of training. Fueled by emotion they could well.. explode?

Both of Felix's hands were wreathed in red flame as he attempted to grapple Jorden. Perhaps unthankfully, the burning fire held no distinction of friend or foe and burned without control across his arms until the sleeves of his shirt and the bandages had become a charred mess.. Quick as it had come it was gone. Nothing left of the flames but smoke and a startled Felix sitting on the floor with a look of mild shock.

"This is why I don't want help.." Felix mumbled.

Rather than listen to the long-winded speech about soldiers and death Felix simply stood up and stormed off. From the route he took it was clear the destination was the gymnasium.

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-Gymnasium-

Felix took up his position away from Manilow with rapier in hand. Part of him missed the feel of a weapon in hand, even if the blade was dulled. For a brief moment it almost felt like he was home.

"Lets get this over with. The sooner I thrash you, the quicker I can leave.."

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Jordan shrugged, realizing he was talking to thin air. Seemed only one thing got through to this kid, with the possible exception of this mystery girl. He truly had to wonder how she'd got through to him. He followed, closing the door gently behind him, gymward-bound.

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Jordan arrived at the gym, and saw that Felix was waiting. The youngster gave a throwaway piece of smack-talk which made Jordan want to ask why he even bothered, considering he wouldn't even listen to his target's response. But the gym teacher sighed in resigned determination to at least tire this kid out, give him some exertion. He shrugged off his shirt, revealing what was undeniably a muscular frame. Lean, but riddled with scars, Manilow's body was an unspoken testament to his years of service. Here, a line of stitch-marks from where shrapnel had entered his side. There, a strange patch of stippled pale spots from where he'd once had acid dripped on his skin, as a means of torture. And lastly and most prominently, a long and dark scar ran all the way from the right edge of Jordan's collarbone, in a deep and jagged line down past his belt near his right hip. That particular scar was the makings of no armed conflict, but rather... Something else entirely.

Still, Jordan kept in good shape. By the very nature of his current occupation, and elemental power, he demanded excellent physical health from himself. In his pockets, he carried his element with him, in bags of sand, open and ready for use. An additional, less obvious source of his element was present. Early every morning, Jordan entered the gym with some of the dustiest carpets lying around the dorms, and beat them clean. Consequentially, even though the dust had settled, there was always a thin patina of earth all about the room. Too thin to see, at least until Jordan decided to use it. If he needed to use it. He doubted he would.

Unsheathing his rapier from his belt, Jordan took up his stance, and in a fit of adolescent pettiness, and perhaps frustration at being so thoroughly ignored, he decided to pluck a nerve.

"You don't deserve her," Jordan muttered, in a stage-whisper. And then his stance locked in place, muscles tensed to spring, every sense focused in on the fight itself. He felt his breath slow, and his heartbeat grow sluggish. It's just a friendly spar, Jordan thought to himself.

Since when is it ever just a friendly spar with you? His mind responded in answer.

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Dia - Where... Where Did He Go?
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Dia all but skipped back to Felix's room, in a better mood in general than she'd been in for ages. Not counting last night, of course.

And it was with shock that she found no response to her knock, with nobody inside even. Her container of eggs hit the floor, somehow staying intact even if she was pretty sure the yokes had broken. She hastily picked up the container, dropping it on the table as she looked through the dorm with ever growing anxiety.

 Why did he leave? Did... Did he realize I'm not special and that he doesn't like me? Did he decide I wasn't worth the effort? Why...

She shook her head, trying not to cry, when a thought struck her. He'd mentioned fighting a teacher. So, maybe that's what happened. So maybe it happened fast and he left angry. But then... Where would they be? She didn't know what teacher he'd picked a fight with, but it made sense that the arena was limited in options. She couldn't imagine the teacher would do it in a public space, why would they allow other students see them fighting a student? It didn't make sense.

Unfortunately, Dia really didn't know the grounds very well, having barely seen any of the school so far.

But what about the gymnasium, where they'd held the assembly? Or, at least, that's where she thought they'd been. With no classes until afternoon, it would reasonably be empty.

But she could just go to the Headmaster. She was certain he'd know what to do. But would that get Felix and the teacher in trouble? Assuming that's why he was gone...

No, she decided. She couldn't risk it. Not unless she couldn't find them. And she'd be lucky if she could make it to the only place she could think of in any decent time. She barely remembered how they'd gone from there to the dorms, having been too focused on avoiding attention.

Shutting the door behind her, Dia set off at a brisk pace. No point in breaking an ankle, right?

Right?

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Vera observed that Silas seemed confused at her keenness to take the tram, and then realized a moment later that he might just be more used to it than she was, though, she could be wrong about that. It occurred to her that she knew nothing about her new dorm mate apart from his name and the type of elementalist he was. It was understandable, however, considering they had only met the night before, and that was probably all he knew about her too. That was not an issue, for that would change once they started hanging out more.

"Oh well you see," she gave a small hiss before sheepishly explaining. "I can't remember the last time I had been on one of those, or any kind of public transport for that matter. Speaking of which, I might need a little help with that too."

Other than that, Silas did express his eagerness to go out into the city as well, so Vera was a little puzzled when he stopped just as they were out the door.

"About yesterday... there's something I need to say"

"Hmm?"

How nervous he looked as he checked the hallway only made her more curious about what he was going to tell her. The surrounding atmosphere quickly turned serious, and she said nothing else as she waited for him to speak.

"I wanted to say... thank you. Thank you... for what you did yesterday. If you didn't say anything when we ran into Felix... I might've... I might've done something really, REALLY drastic. So... Thank you, Vera."

He then apologized for the change in mood, clearly desiring for it to return to what it previously was, but what he said got her thinking again. Did it really mean that much to him? She really was concerned about him when she offered him the spare room she happened to have, it was not that big of a deal to her and it only seemed right, but the part about her wanting for them to walk away from that confrontation? In all honesty, that had been mostly for herself, because she did not want to deal with getting caught up in whatever it could have escalated into.

"Oh, that? I'm glad you felt that it helped love, but it's not like I wanted to hang around him either. Felix, so that's his name? He obviously has issues, but that's not our concern anymore. We'll see how long whatsherface will put up with him for. Strange isn't it? It's as if he needs her to stay in control or something. It's almost scary, and kind of like how-"

How Vera was supposedly there for Silas when he was about to do 'something drastic', as he had put it. Well, that did not sound too good. Sure, Silas was not the one going around breaking podiums and cursing out at strangers, but could what he would do in reaction to provocation be something to worry about? If he had a tendency of getting physical when he got angry, then there might just be a problem.

She kept a lighthearted tone as she motioned for them to start walking again. "I mean, now that we're dorm mates, we're eventually going to make each other mad at some point. I just hope I won't drive you to do 'something drastic' then."

She made it seem as if she was teasing him, wanting to address a point, but at the same time not wanting to ruin the mood. She also hoped that the way she had cut herself off earlier did not seem too awkward.

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"Good, now that you've got a rhythm going, try taking longer breaths than normal, or very short breaths, like you're hyperventilating.
You'll notice yourself start to shake or otherwise lose control. This is perfectly normal, but it reminds us that losing control of our powers is not so unusual since it's just as easy to lose control of our bodies if we push the limits, even if we're just breathing. If anything, when you notice the shaking, learn how to stay calm and pull back," Catherine explained.

ShiZhen stared in amazement as the water parted, leaving her completely dry. She listened intently as Kano instructed her. As the water came back, she did as told and closed her eyes. She tried to focus on the water but intrusive thoughts clouded her mind, thoughts like, "I can't hear anything," and, "this is silly." She was having a hard time concentrating and became agitated, worried that the headmaster might be judging her as inept. As her nervousness mounted, her ability triggered, only instead of drawing moisture from the air and drenching herself, sheets of water flowed over to cover her body. Realizing what had just happened, ShiZhen gasped, inhaling a good portion of water. Her control broken by her inevitable sudden coughing fit, the water fell away from her body in a noisy splash. Had she had the right presence of mind, she would have noticed that in that exact instance, she was calm. Water calmed her, so she draws it from her surroundings when nervous. Her annoyance at becoming wet has gotten in the way of her realizing that, and right now, her trying not to drown also got in the way of that realization.


[System]
HAIR COLOR: N/A
EYE COLOR: N/A
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: No physical form, bad puns.
SCARS AND BIRTHMARKS: N/A

WHO ARE THEIR FRIENDS AND FAMILY? WHAT SORT OF PEOPLE DO THEY SURROUND THEMSELVES WITH?
Nyte has no family, but enjoys having many friends with people of all kinds. She prefers surrounding herself with kind and loving people, and those who enjoy the beauty of the world just as much as she does.

WHERE WERE THEY BORN? WHERE HAVE THEY LIVED SINCE THEN? WHERE IS HOME?
Nyte formed in the lands of Patriam, a colossal desert littered with iron pillars that originate deep below the surface. She considers no one place home, exploring and discovering new things with every passing day. New landscapes, new people, new knowledge. At the moment, though, she's staying in an unnamed forest outside of Occurro, a city of walking buildings and swirling rivers.

WHERE DO THEY GO WHEN THEY'RE ANGRY?
Nyte spends time away from her metals to avoid people and escape into nature. Anywhere with a beautiful view, even of the sky, will help her calm and relax.

WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST FEAR? WHO HAVE THEY TOLD ABOUT IT? WHO WOULD THEY NEVER TELL?
Nyte's biggest fear is attachment in all forms, whether literal or to locations and people emotionally. She has told and will tell nobody, unless she has already given in.

DO THEY HAVE A SECRET?
Nyte has many secrets.

WHAT MAKES THEM LAUGH OUT LOUD?
A good joke, a bad joke, a funny face, impersonations, animals, trees, her own imagination, et cetera...

HAVE THEY EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
Yes.

DESCRIBE THE THINGS THAT WOULD BE HARD FOR THEM TO PART WITH.
Nothing is permanent in Nyte's world, and she has little difficulty parting with most things in her life. Trusted friends are extremely hard for her to part with, however.

LOOK DOWN AT THEIR FEET. DESCRIBE WHAT YOU SEE.
What feet? Do you mean these iron boots? They are quite shiny.

WHEN THEY THINK OF THEIR CHILDHOOD KITCHEN, WHAT SMELL DO THEY ASSOCIATE WITH IT? WHY DOES IT RESONATE?
Though not needing food herself, Nyte has worked in many kitchens during her earlier life, and the smell of warm dumplings and soup often comes to her mind first. It always reminds her of the children who ate it.

DESCRIBE ONE STRONG MEMORY THAT HAS STUCK WITH THEM FROM CHILDHOOD.
Her first time outside of Patriam, when Nyte discovered the color green. The green in the sky, the green in the trees, the green beneath her feet and the green all around her. It remains to this day her favorite color.

WHAT DO THEY WANT MOST OF ALL?
To learn everything that she can, to explore every nook and cranny in the world so that when she has finally succeeded, she may turn around and go back again to see all that has changed.

RIGHT NOW, IN THE FIRST MOMENT OF OUR STORY, WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST PROBLEM?
Nyte's current set of armor is old and rusted, making it difficult to properly maneuver and looking less and less presentable as time goes on. Spending most of her time in misty forests probably isn't helping. She'd like a new set, or at least a nice shiny pair of gauntlets so she can open doors and hug people!

[User]
Laphicet placed a hand on his chin, deep in thought. Was this some kind of clue? A way of picking out what needed to be collected? If so, why his tarot cards? They were just a "gift" from a mother he hadn't seen in years, right? Why entrust him with something so important and them lock him up? Was it to keep the cards safe? Or maybe just add on to his suffering?

Multiply questions reeled through the boy's head as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. It was only when he felt himself being hoisted up to his feet that he snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at Sunny, who asked them to grab as much stuff as they could and get ready to leave.

Choosing to busy himself with that, Laphicet got to work, checking mostly the bedrooms for blankets and clothes; most of which he would have to tailor to his size.

They had finished in no time and were about to head out, only to see that the old man from before and the fairies left. Ears twitching curiously, Laphi followed the others and moved up to his tippy toes to get a better read of the script. It was small, but gave them information that could be helpful for them in the future.

As Sunny lead them to their next location, Laphicet couldn't help but stare at the runes that lined his tarot cards, wondering mostly about what would happen if all the items were brought together. Knowing that he shouldn't worry too much about it now, Laphicet got to work on making the newest addition feel more welcome, much like Sunny had did for him, by wrapping a hand around two of Nyte's fingers; we wouldn't want the newbie getting lost, now would we?

@Jade113

[Assistant]
Nyte looked to the card in silence, the ruined house suddenly as silent as the forest around it. She waited a moment, then quietly nodded at Sunny's statement. Something was indeed at work here, and perhaps... Perhaps Nyte was meant to be a part of it, too. She glanced up at the extended hand, and to the smiling vagrant holding it out to her. Someone she'd met mere minutes earlier, and yet...

She took the hand and stood weightlessly, almost lifting herself up off of the lopsided, partially destroyed floor. "And you will be my captain," She replied easily, watching the two for a moment.

As she looked between the smiling young woman and the cautious child, she felt something she had not felt in a very long time. Silently looking out the window of the house and to the forest, she watched a violet flower petal flutter onto the windowsill. She clenched her fists and nodded to herself, and moved to gather up everything she could find, sneakily stuffing blankets, clothes, and cans of food inside her armor for later use.

After finally getting everything together, Nyte stood at the edge of the porch and watched the fog finally fade completely, life seeming to return as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky. It would be a long adventure ahead of her, she could tell, but with her sword, a sword she had been using for many years, matching the child's cards, perhaps... just maybe, she was destined to follow them, to become a legend greater than any other...

She followed her two new companions, friends, quickly, happy to help with whatever came their way in the future.

Tendo@Mokley

[User]
CHAPTER 3

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Aro swung in the air, her only support being the vines wrapped around her feet. They were what got her in trouble in the first place. Lost in thought, like usual, she stumbled upon a trap. She really needs to pay better attention to her surroundings, especially if she was going to walk around in forests that were most likely enchanted.

Aro blew her black hair out of her eyes, only for it to fall back in front of her face. She could call for help and hoped someone heard her, but she didn't want to risk looking like a fool. So, she tried to sit up and reach her feet. After a few attempts and a lot of struggling, she finally got a grip on the vines. Aro was curled in a ball, twisting in the air.

Aro placed her hands on the knot that held the trap together. As soon as she tugged, the vines released. She flew towards the ground with a loud yelp, surprised at the sudden drop. She smashed against the ground, which was apparently hollow. Aro fell into the cave that was under the trap. She smacked the ground, the air being knocked out of her for the second time. The pale rocks fell around her, making small noises compared to the initial CRACK of her breaking the ground beneath her.

Aro groaned and rolled onto her side, her back aching from both falls. "Today..." She spoke through gritted teeth, "...is not my day."

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The ground coming apart at the seams was loud enough to reverberate throughout the entire forest. Birds flew away from the scene, afraid of a sudden Earthquake. Rabbits ran into their holes, nothing but black eyes looking out. It sounded like thunder, but there couldn't have been any, with the lack of rain. The forest quickly regained it's composure as the earth settled. The forest seemed to agree with Aro as she sat in a cave, pebbles puttering down from the collapsed roof. Today was not her day.

[Assistant]
"There's got to be something here somewhere!" Sunny dodged a long-reaching flower and scrambled up the sloped side of a boulder to peer over it -- but there was nothing to see except the fluted white trunks of ferny trees, flowers the size of horses leaning sideways by their own weight, and curiously spiraled stone structures that shone like the night sky, looping up out of soft and squishy moss like statuesque serpents. The air here was thick with moisture and the pungent aromas of the heady flowers; sunlight filtered and flickered through the canopy, casting a golden dappled glow on the shifting grasses.

This was the place on the map -- their next destination, finally reached after days of hiking and hitching rides with friendly wagoners, camping under the stars or in a gracious farmer's barn. Finally -- their feet sore and the sun hot on their skin -- Rymoln Wood was all around them, but it occurred to Sunny that they had no idea what they were looking for.

"Helloooooo!" she called into the dense forest, hands around her mouth. Sunny turned suddenly, certain she'd just seen something move -- but there was only a tree. She was certain that tree hadn't been there a moment ago.

There was something about these woods that constantly felt out-of-place, but she never actually saw anything moving.

Sunny felt something tugging at her hair, and she waved away a little orange flitterdid -- pudgy, squeaky, buzzy things the size of dragonflies that liked to steal whatever they could get their tiny paws on. A lazy swarm of flitterdids had followed the coterie since they entered Rymoln Wood, and Sunny had warned her companions to keep close anything small and valuable.

There was no birdsong here -- no sound of toads or insects or wildlife. Apart from the flitterdids, there was little wildlife to be found at all -- just the hush and creak and rustle of the trees and flowers in the breeze. It was as if nothing lived here at all.

With a yelp, Sunny leaped suddenly while a stray vine snapped away from her feet. It would have caught her ankles if she'd been any less vigilant. "Watch where you step!" she called to Laphi and Nyte, and she stopped in a grove of spiral-stones to turn and check on the others. "Find anything yet? I get the feeling these woods are trying to catch us or eat us." The sentiment was said with a grin. "Is it just me or are these trees moving?"
*CRACK*
The trees shook and shuddered with a sound like the strike of lighting or the split of a gigantic egg; the ground beneath their feet shuddered from a sudden impact. The flitterdids scattered and zoomed in all directions, spooked. Sunny smiled wide. "There!" she shouted, speeding off in the direction of the great noise, crashing recklessly through the mossy brush. "This way!"

Meanwhile, Aro would find herself laying in soft pale grass, bathed in a pool of sunlight that only reached her through a new split crevice in the rock high above. All around her, wherever the sunlight didn't penetrate, was darkness -- but she would get the feeling, by the way the space smelled and the way sound echoed faintly whenever she moved, that she had stumbled into a cavern that was far more enormous than it at first appeared.

Should she explore the place where she had fallen, she might find that the grassy spot where she stood was only as big as the floor of a small cottage -- beyond that perimeter it dropped off suddenly into a dark abyss. She had been lucky to have fallen upon this little island of safety.

On one side, shadowed by the thick darkness, was the beginning of a precarious staircase that spiraled down ... and down.

Aboveground, Sunny skidded to a stop when she spotted the crevice in the ground; it was the shape of a hungry mouth, or a hollow eye, gaping dark among the heavy flowers and shifting trees. "Helloooo!" she called again -- this time, hopeful.

[User]
Nyte sighed, a branch Sunny had pulled back suddenly smacking the knight in the face and nearly sending her helmet flying off. This was not the first time this had happened during their long trek through the carnivorous woods, and it would certainly not be the last. Her armor, much less angular than her previous set, did well not to catch on any of the hanging vines or curiously large flowers.

"I'm sure we'll find what we're looking for eventually," Nyte responded brightly, wagging her finger before a flitterdid tried to pry it from her gauntlet. "I'm just slightly worried about what exactly it may be that we find here."

She waved her hand lazily, spooking the pudgy little creature from trying to steal her fingers. It had been a long journey, of course, and all for an unknown object, but the sights had been wonderful, and having a goal in mind was surprisingly much nicer than endless wandering. As her companion called out, just as she had to her in the forests outside Occurro, Nyte spotted a tree that hadn't been there the last time she looked...

"I miss the birds," Nyte muttered sadly to herself, holding her palm out for a flutterdid to rest on. "I wonder why it is that birds don't like this place?"
*CRACK*
Nyte froze for only a moment, watching her small buzzing friends fly away scared as the trees and ground shook from what must have been something very large falling over. She hoped whatever had fallen was okay! Nyte bolted after her companion, armor surprisingly quiet compared to her old, clanking set she wore previously, but she made sure Laphi did not fall behind.

"Holy moly," she muttered as Sunny came to an abrupt stop in front of a crevice. "Was that the noise...?"


[System]
Age: 12
Gender: M
Race: Nord

Strength: 3
Endurance: 2
Soul: 0
Psyche: 0
Intelligence: 1
Charisma: 0
Luck: 1

Alignment: +0
Popularity: +0
Well being: +15
Inventory: Shortsword, prayer beads, dagger
Money: 3 copper

[Totally in love] with Jenny Redoak

[User]
Julius looked at his bloodied hand. His breathing had become heavy and the snarls and snickers of the goblins agitated him. He knew he was in deep trouble by now. "Guys... I think I need some help over here!" he shouted at the others as he slowly backed away from the advancing Goblins that surrounded him. He had to act quickly. Was he to brace himself for their attack, or does he risk being vulnerable by channeling mana to use with the stardust? Damn this whole situation! Julius didn't like speaking ill of the dead but if Desmond hadn't burned that house down this wouldn't have happened. Julius staggered and blinked. He was losing blood. Time to act.

Narrowing his lips in a snarl of his own, he decided to take the big risk, to channel his mana. The goblins would no doubt attack him any second, and then maybe he could use his stardust to blind them and retreat. It was the only plan he had, he couldn't fight this many at once. James and Auron seemed to hold their own pretty well, so maybe if he managed to retreat they would come to his rescue soon.

D) Channel

[Assistant] "Julius need my help, but first I must get the dagger back" Auron grabs the dagger turning it around in the goblins eye socket before pulling it out. Now with the dagger in his hand he shouts from the bottom of his lungs "FIGHT ME COWARD!!!" while launching himself on to the other goblin filled with adrenaline he try's to stab it hoping to kill it quick so he can help his ally Julius.

[User]
-"Guys... I think I need some help over here!" Julius shouted as he tried to back away. The wound in his stomach was hurting him badly to the point he fell on his knee. The stick wasn't envenomed was it?
-"Close your eyes!" James shouted as he raised his hands toward the sky. Auron and Julius found no reason to argue and shut their eyes fast. From James' hands a tiny ball of light began to form. A split second later the light exploded in a blinding blast, incapacitating all the goblins making them run around screaming as they cover their eyes, except for the leader. The sly goblin had covered his eyes with the silver cloth he had.
-"Old trick mage boy!" the goblin said in a snide tone as he ran toward Julius to strike him down.

Auron wasted no time and seized the opportunity given by James. He pushed in the dagger a but further down the goblin's eye and turned it, effectively killing him with some crunching noises. Pulling out the dagger Auron charged toward the now blind goblin that had thrown his stick.
-"Fight me coward!" Auron roared in an almost primal tone as he forced the dagger through the screaming goblin's throat, resulting in a cascade of blood. Power was surging though Auron's body as he laughed. From his eyes trickled black vapors as more power was raging inside Auron like a vortex.
I̩̹̖͔̟̳'͔̟̳͢l͍̫̘l̫̫̣ ̴̫̼͓k̠͍̫̞̺͍͇i͇͎̘̠̠̰̮l̖͕̥̜͖͝l̲̮͔̰͇̩̲ ̯t̸͈̟̻h͔̬͖̤͖̳̤́e̩͚̤̻̗m̭͟,̪ ̞͕̰̬͔͢I̭͙'͉̱̺͙ll̘͚̰͎̘̹͔ k̺̘͍̜̠̦̘i̥̪̱͇l̸̦͎̙l͕͕̼̫̠̬̲ ̺̩͕t͢h̝̪̗̳͖e̷̦̦̣̩m͉ ̠aͅl̢͇͇̥̠̣̞l!͘ Wait what is this? Auron felt his mind getting out of hand. It was filled with rage and the rush of battle. Is this me?

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Auron

A) Submit.
B) Fight it!

Body: 110%
Mind: 20%
Mana: ? charges
Status: Overpowered (Small)

Name: Auron Zecane
Age: 13
Gender: Man
Race: Swedian

Strong: 2
Agile:1
Precise:2
Discreet: 0
Affined: 8
Psychic: 5
Clever: 3
Vigilant:3
Convincing: 2
Fate: 1

Alignment: +0
Popularity: +0
Well being: -40

Skills: Inner magic (?), Geography (lvl.2)
Spectrum: The Glooming (2/4)
Elements: Corruption, Demonology

Inventory: Ink and quill, Blue Key, Pamphlet
Money: 5 silver, 23 copper-Courses-

* Basic magic
* Raw magic
* Trance magic
* Synthetic magic
* Dark magic
* Corruption magic
* Demonology magic
* Galaxial magic
* Fire magic
* Water magic
* Earth magic
* Wind magic
* Nature magic
* Organic magic
* Metamorphism magic
* Will magic
* Light magic
* Healing magic
* Religious magic
* Arcane magic
* General education
* Physical education
* Art class
* Crafts class
* Weapon class

-Rules-

* Do not fight without a teachers permission.
* Do not sleep in any house but your own.
* Do not share your key to anyone.
* Do not disobey any teachers.
* Do not miss morning classes on weekdays.
* Do not get anyone pregnant.
* Do not enter school at night.
-Wither-

Element: Corruption - Corruption
Difficulty: Medium
Level: 1

Slowly kill a target plant or tree within a very short radius. Requires more mana to wither healthier plants.

-Underworld link-

Element: Demonology - Demonology
Difficulty: Easy - Hard
Level: 1

Establish a connection with a random demon in the underworld or a nearby demon.

Julius

1 Incoming attack

A) Block
B) Evade
C) Counter
D) Cast Spell

Body: 55%
Mind: 90%
Mana: 3 charges
Status: Bleeding (Medium)

Name: Julius Frost
Age: 12
Gender: Man
Race: Nord

Strong: 6
Agile: 2
Precise: 4
Discreet: 0
Clever: 2
Vigilant: 2
Affined: 2
Psychic: 1
Convincing: 1
Fate: 1

Alignment: +4
Popularity: +5
Well being: +15

Skills: Inner magic (lvl.1)
Spectrum: The Potent (1/4), The Glooming (1/4)
Element: The Raw, The Galaxial

Inventory: Short sword, prayer beads, dagger, Blue key, Pamphlet, B.magic book.
Money: 3 copperPhysical Afflictions

None.

Psychological Afflictions

Lovestruck - Jenny Redoak
It was love at first sight for Julius, now he is helplessly enamoured with the girl.-Courses-

* Basic magic
* Raw magic
* Trance magic
* Synthetic magic
* Dark magic
* Corruption magic
* Demonology magic
* Galaxial magic
* Fire magic
* Water magic
* Earth magic
* Wind magic
* Nature magic
* Organic magic
* Metamorphism magic
* Will magic
* Light magic
* Healing magic
* Religious magic
* Arcane magic
* General education
* Physical education
* Art class
* Crafts class
* Weapon class

-Rules-

* Do not fight without a teachers permission.
* Do not sleep in any house but your own.
* Do not share your key to anyone.
* Do not disobey any teachers.
* Do not miss morning classes on weekdays.
* Do not get anyone pregnant.
* Do not enter school at night.
-Empower-

Element: Raw - Raw
Difficulty: Hard
Level: 1

Enhance a physical action with pure magic, making it stronger and faster.

-Stardust-

Element: Galaxial - Galaxial
Difficulty: Medium
Level: 1

Control stardust to impede magic and spells. Can also blind and/or make the victim hallucinate.

[Assistant]
Julius was fed up with this bastard. While the other goblins wobbled around in blindness, their leader lunged at Julius to try to kill him. Julius had a split second to act. His body was strong, young. He was a Nord, fighting was in his blood. He wouldn't try some trick by blinding the bastard with the stardust, he would disarm and dismember this bastard and retreat before the other goblins regained sight!

Using the small amount of mana he had managed to gather, Julius uses it to empower himself, like he had done in Raw Magic class. He would move faster and become stronger for a short period, so he would gain a tremendous advantage over the little goblin. He would slice his neck open and then retreat back to the others before the rest of the goblins recovered from the blind. That is what he hoped at least, he could feel himself slipping from the bleeding. So concentrated was he that he didn't notice Auron's strange behaviour behind him.

D) Cast spell: EMPOWER. 3 mana, then C) Counter.


[System]
Age: if asked what her age in Hell is, she only states that time runs differently there and she is the equivalent of 15 human years.
How they look:
History: She is a demon born and raised in Hell, but after failing numerous times on tasks set for her by her higher ups, she was thrown from Hell as a failure and told to not come back unless she completed a new task they set for her. She refuses to speak of what this task is to anyone, and often says she dose not believe she will ever return home. Despite being a demon, she is probably the sweetest creature on earth. She is very trusting and friendly, and always lends a helping hand when needed. It is not hard to guess why she was kicked out of hell if one only took a moment to get to know the young demon. She has heard rumors of the 'demon lord' and 'hero' and has decidedly chosen to side with the 'hero' if ever the need arises. She quite likes the creatures of earth, and would hate to see them eviscerated by some uppity demon.
Dream: Despite seeming relatively happy to be out of hell, she does miss her younger brother and hopes one day she may see him again. Her deepest desire is to be able to be what her family wants her to be, but she is just not capable of being evil. She's tried.
Power: Her demon powers include the ability to commune with any creature, and she can kind of float with her tiny wings. Since she did not graduate to adult demon in hell, her wings have yet to grow to full length, and she can only cover short distances or hover above the ground. She can also cast spells, but she isn't very educated in that aspect yet. Hence her going to Magic School!

[User]
--- Deuce Heart ---

The entrance ceremony was a pain and Deuce had slept through it. He was woken up by the student next to him. This student told him what they were supposed to do and hurried off, clearly unwilling to wait in line for too long. Deuce got up and headed in the same direction.

Upon approaching the line, Deuce realized it was a mistake to keep his leisurely pace. The lines were way too long. Unwilling to resign, he decided to skip the line. Quick, creative thinking was his specialty and waiting was definitely not. Joining the back of the line he conjured up an illusion, a girl in school uniform with her back just visible from around the wall. Deuce prepared to run for it and set his plan in motion. The girl -his illusion- screamed from the top of her lungs when the door to the male examination room opened, after which she collapsed to the floor. In the moment everyone was turned towards his illusion, Deuce slipped past the line and entered the room.

Deuce approached the crow, complimented it on its suit, and put his hand on the glass.
"Transfer number #092: Deuce Heart. No health issues. Future Occupation: Illusionist."
Sighing, Deuce left the room. "Illusionist, huh? I don't know why I had expected anything else..."

[Assistant]
Heto

Heto followed the line of boys to the room, feeling like he was 5 years old and was being babysat by some people he didn't know. He didn't much appreciate the school system as he was sure he could look after himself, just fine. Seeing as he's done that his whole life without a problem.

Noticing the weird looking bird in the glass Heto waited for his turn to do the same as the others. Putting his hand on the glass he waited for its reply. "Transfer Student #354: Heto, No health concerns found, Future Occupation, Black Market Owner."

Heto raised his eyebrows at the prediction but decided that was indeed his fate and quietly left the room and his fellow students behind. He went to explore the school.

[User]
Aniel had listened intently to the entrance ceremony, and was quite excited to begin school life. The crowd was full of interesting looking characters, and no one was eating each other! Much more to her tastes than Hell ever was. As the crowd began to form the lines, Aniel tried to discreetly examine her new classmates. A few times she had to use her wings to hover a few inches form the groud to see above the person in front of her, and each time was happier to see her progression in the line. Soon, Aniel stood before a strange looking crow.
"Smoking is not a healthy habit," Aniel informed the crow, then placed her hand atop his glass.
"Transfer Student #047. Aniel, Health Concern for Underdeveloped Wing and Physical Attributes." At this Aniel frowned at the crow and discreetly glanced down at her less than desirable chest size. "Future Occupation: Veteran."
"Of what war?" Aniel questioned in aggravation. What sort of prediction was that? The teacher standing with the clipboard dismissed her, and Aniel left with a deep frown.

[Assistant]
After the schools new years intro Cicile followed the others to the hall where the boys and the girls split in different lines. As they walked to wards a nurse looking Cicile saw that they had pasted the main hall way. She wanted to be sure if her suitcase was still there but she saw that nothing was there and that it was empty. As a teacher walked by she asked: Excuse me, where have all the suitcases been moved to? The teacher was a man who seemed to be around 30 years old, he replayed: They have been moved to your rooms already, don't worry they are save. and he walked further down the hall. Cicile was happy to hear that and got back in the line. It was almost her turn to get in the room.

Then her turn, with a smile on her face Cicile enters the room. She had no idea how her future will be like or what her speciality in magic is. Cicile greeted the teacher who was in the room and placed her hand on the boll with the oddly looking crow inside.

"Transfer Student #013: Cicile Dawn. No health concerns found. Magic: Mirroring. Future Occupation: Open, Can't be predicted."
The teacher looked up from her clipboard. Then the crow spoke again. "Remark: You are a half demon."

Cicile was a little confused about what was told. With the information still in her thoughts she left the room.

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Marco Dondadello
Marco watched the students enter the room one-by-one, wondering what sort of prediction they received. Curiously, he didn't really care about what kind of prediction he got - whatever it would be, he didn't intend on letting it dominate his life without his permission. Screw destiny and yadda yadda and all that inspiration crap; that was pretty much his thought on the matter. Well, if the prediction coincided with his desires, then he supposed it was more of an eventuality than a prediction.

Soon enough, it was his turn. He had to duck his head a bit to avoid hitting the top of the door. Once inside, he paused and stared hungrily at the Crow staring back at him from inside a crystal ball. Par the course, his first words to it were, "Can I eat you?" followed by the teacher next to it taking a step back and the crow attempting to do the same. Chuckling, he stretched out his hand, and the Crow flinched, before realizing Marco was just proceeding as normal. Sighing in relief, the glass ball began glowing.

"Transfer Number #55: Marco Dondadello. No health issues but fucking keep him away from me!" the Crow squeaked a little by the end, dropping its cigar. Clearing it's throat, it continued somewhat shakily. "Future Occupation: World Devourer. You disgust me." It added at the end, with additional snark.

"Hey, what was that last bit for?!"

"I just wanted to say it!"

"What the hell bird?!"

"Shut up! NEXT!"

Promptly stepping out of the room to make way for the next student, Marco grumbled. What the hell; he knew that his magic wasn't really the most well-received of magics, but come on! It's the first day of school, cut him some slack!

[Assistant]
Megan Starling

Megan had a look of boredom as she stared blankly during the orientation. Once it was finished, she stood up and yawned wide. She then walked to the nearly back of the line, looking around.

Soon enough it was her turn, raising an eyebrow she placed a hand on the glass. She was surprised when the crow started to glow brightly. "Transfer Number #569: Megan Starling." The crow began, confusing her even further, "No health issues. Future occupation..." then the crow squawked seemingly excitedly, making Megan jump, "Hero! #569, Megan Starling will be the hero!" she frowned in confusion, then quickly turned and swiftly walking out of the room, this was all too much. She honestly couldn't think of...well..what to think. Her, the hero? Impossible. She's a grumpy pyromancer that torches anything that her annoys her, or at least singe. She can't, no, she shan't believe it. Singe marks start to appear on the ground where she walked as she got angrier and more frustrated with that prediction, if she wasn't calmed down soon then the whole school may set on fire. Megan passed several students on her way to the hall, she was hoping to just grab her bag and just leave, needless to say the bags were gone.

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Cody 'Storm' Rennie

Cody exited the room and now made his way towards the dorms as per the instructions of the teacher he now encountered. Whatever. With his hands in his pockets he now made his way there when he was stopped by a dark haired girl who seemed to be a member of the council judging by the color of the ribbon on her school uniform, which was a dark blue.
"Cody Rennie I presume? Please come with me." The girl told him with a loud yawn before gesturing for him to follow her without any context whatsoever. Shrugging his shoulders now he figured it might have something to do with that damned bird and followed his senior student.

Jacklyn Sparrow

a huge mess
"Oi! You!" A stern voice now called out to Megan and next thing the 'hero' would know, an older girl was standing beside her. She was wearing the third year uniform, as signified by the dark green badge on her right breast.
However she also had a bright red armband around her right arm with a large, bolded black P on one side. On the other side was two similarly formatted letters, but they were a DC rather than just a P.
"You're a first year right? You should be heading to your dorm to unpack, not wandering around and leaving trails of fire about." The older girl crossed her arms across her chest as she spoke in a disapproving tone, her eyes reflecting the tone of voice she used.
"I think it goes without saying that burning down the school on the first day is a bad idea. Keep your powers in check."

Jason Sparrow

"Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing first year?" An older boy asked as he now cut off Heto's path. Judging by the yellow badge on his shirt, he was a second year. He was also wearing a red armband on his left arm with black embolden DC on it.
"You need to go to your dorm and unpack first. Then wait for the announcement for dinner, didn't you listen to the orientation?" The older boy asked with a sigh. It seemed he was somewhat used to this, after all this was the fifth student today he has had to talk to. It was almost like some lazy Co-GM prick had skipped actually doing an orientation!

@Ryougu@Noodles@Vampy
On the other side of the room the students were now being met by two members of the disciplinary committee. A silver haired was greeting the girls and organising them so that they would be heading towards the female dorms in an orderly fashion. She wore the same uniform as them, except for the yellow badge and red armband.
Meanwhile a stern looking older boy was marshalling the boys side to their dorms. He watched each of them like a hawk, he too having a yellow badge and red armband.

[Assistant] Megan glared at the older student beside her, her anger was now reaching the peak that small flames began dancing on her shoulders. "I ain't going anywhere but home." she spoke in a surprisingly cold tone, glaring the other dead blank in the eyes with her hazel-green eyes. She was definitely not in the mood to deal with someone. "Who are you anyways." she grumbled, trying to keep her flames in check.

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Heto
He saw someone step in front of him without so much as a 'by your leave.' Basically acting like a 'rude brick wall.' Heto impatiently listen to the older boy prattle on about what he was supposed to be doing and asking what heto was doing.

Heto saw some interesting stuff on the older boys arm but that was all heto really paid intention to.

Why would I explain myself to you? Heto thought bitterly as he turned his back on the older boy and went the direction he had come without looking back. so much for school authority, they can't command me.

Heto smiled.

[Assistant] Aniel nodded politely at the older student and headed in the direction she was told to go. She didn't mind the instruction, as she really was not certain where she was supposed to be going. She did know all of her things should have been placed in whichever room was to be hers for the remainder of the year. It was very nice of the school to do this for them, Aniel thought to herself. Almost absentmindedly she was using her small orange wings to hover a few inches above the ground and glide down the hallway, often times she did this without even realizing she was using them. The young white haired demon mentally crossed her fingers, hoping that this would be a good year for her.


[System]
Alias:
Kid Omega
Age:
17
Power:
* Telepathy -Quentin his capable of using deep and subtle influence, as well as displaying various psionic abilities with the minds of others including reading and communicating with thoughts over vast distances. However, these abilities have been reduced through the actions of Trask Industries who kidnapped Quentin and used him as a test subject for their mutant cure. Due to this, Quentin struggles to read multiple minds at once, as well as reducing the range of his abilities. He most relies on channeling his mental energy as a astral energy shotgun construct which manifests the focused totality of his telepathic powers, which deals direct mental damage leading to intense pain as well as sometimes unconsciousness/
* Psychic Intelligence - He is able to organize and construct his thoughts at accelerated rates, process data at high speeds, construct and formulate his thoughts with vast quantity and quality, project ideas and impressions into the minds of others and naturally shield himself from psychic assaults.

Skills:
While not strictly a skill, Quentin is able to piss anyone off with little effort. However this could be arguably a weakness rather than a skill.

With a mass of dyed pink hair of course!

Brief Bio:
Quentin's outing as a mutant wasn't all that dramatic in a sense, although his parents defiantly weren't too happy. It began with a series of violent migraines, with him at one point breaking down in class due to all the voices speaking in his head. It was only during a visit from Professor Charles Xavier did he learn that those voices were in fact the thoughts of everyone around him. The Professor informed the boy and his "parents" that he was a mutant and invited him to attend his school in Westchester. He was practically kicked out the house due to him actually being a mutant so therefore had no other choice. In truth, Quentin didn't think that they were had viewed him as that much of an abomination if he hadn't already come out as bisexual months before, to their outrage.

While his time at Xavier's school wasn't terrible, Quentin struggled to make any decent friends, falling in with the likes of Mortimer Toynbee and Glob Herman. Due to these friendships, he began to get picked on by the other students, leading him to have more of an angry and snarky nature. This escalated on his 15th birthday where he received a phone call from his "Parents" who informed him that he was adopted. This through Quentin over the edge, with him developing a drug problem as well as making him more violent. Due to this, he constantly questioned Xavier's views on mutant and human relations, with him even going so far as to venture into town with his two friends to violently beat a gang of human who had insulted/bullied him previously whenever he had ventured off campus. Xavier knew instantly when they returned, prompting an argument between the two, with Quentin knocking Xavier unconscious and declaring a riot at the school.

The riot was quickly subdued but not before the death of a fellow student. Due to his actions, Quentin was taken into SHIELD custody where he spent months locked away in the Raft. After the death of Charles Xavier however at the hands of the Phoenix Force, the school was reopened under the leadership of Wolverine. As instructed by Xavier's Will, he persuaded Captain America to free Quire from captivity and let him join the student body of the new Jean Grey School led by him as a way to reform Quentin.

Quentin obviously wasn't welcomed back to the school, although he soon founds friends with fellow outcast Evan Sabahnur, who he eventually formed a relationship with.

All was well until Quentin was kidnapped by the forces of Trask Industries along with several other mutants. They were testing some kind of mutant cure on the teenagers, which seemed to work. However this wasn't for long, as within a few hours, Quentin found that he had full control of his abilities again. Barely managing to control the scientists around him, he broke free. Upon his return to school, he became surlier than ever due to the loss of his abilities and kept to himself, continuously practising whenever he found time. His anger got the best of him once more and he worsened emotionally.

That was when Mastermind managed to infiltrate the X-men, vowing revenge after between defeated years ago. He managed to break into Cerebra and use his abilities to invert the morality of the X-men, hoping to turn them against each other. This inversion ended up affecting Quentin however, although in this case, he seemingly became "good". He managed to take down Mastermind after avoiding a free-for-all skirmish between the X-men and used his abilities to change them back. However he neglected to change himself back, stating that he had finally become the Quentin Quire that the world needed.

Quire eventually graduated, becoming a full-fledged X-Man. Deciding to take some time away from the Institute he took to New York, where a call from Valeria Richards caught his attention.

Additional info:
I tried to give Quentin a reason to actual join a team such as the Young Avengers and and thought that the events of AXIS would probably have been it. He'll still keep his surly nature though, although he'll stay as rude and annoying as before. I also edited the AXIS event so that it was an X-men only event, as I didn't think you would have wanted that plot line to have affected nearly every hero and villain!

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As Franklin mindlessly mashed away on the fighting game, leaned back in the couch and feet kicked up on the coffee table. Just wearing a t shirt and jeans that he hadn't had long. After all, in the week he was gone he had gone from pre-teen to late teen. Needed a new warerobe fairly quickly which was a weird shock into what reality was like now. Valeria sat nestled into a large chair on the far side of the room, a book laid open in her lap. Her eyes scanned the pages swiftly as her face maintained a look of intense concentration, appearing to be completely absorbed by what she was reading. No one could have known it was an act. A very well rehearsed one at that. Well, perhaps Franklin. But he was in on this too. The journey they had started months ago (or a week ago, depending on which dimension you were in) had lead them to this. The strangest thing about it was after all they had been through, they were still being treated like little kids, which was what made this whole ruse necessary. It was the ruse that their mom and dad were suppose to see as they came into the room, dressed in a nice suit and dress and heading out for a charity event dinner. "Alright you two, we're leaving and be back in a bit." Their mom Susan Storm told the two of them as they both finally glanced over. "You two be safe now, and remember if you see any alternate reality portals..."

"Don't go in..."
"Don't go in..."

"Exactly." Their father chimed in with a jokey, cheerful tone. The two finally left and the Baxter Building penthouse was all empty besides Franklin and Valeria. The both of them continuing the act until finally a moment later Franklin suddenly turned off the system with a stretched out arm and finger. "Alright sounds like we're good to go. You got the first floor security cameras ready to pick them up when they come back right?" Franklin asked hopping over the back of the couch to go change.

Valeria closed the book and looked up at her brother. "Really, Franklin? Asking me if I'm prepared?" She scoffed derisively, her comment mainly intended to poke fun at Franklin. Rising from her seat, she removed a device similar to a remote control from her pants pocket at pointed it at the television set where Franklin had been playing his game. A feed showing their parents leaving the front doors of the Baxter Building's first floor came on the screen. "We'll know as soon as they step foot back in the building."

"Awesome." Franklin called back from down the hall in his room. Throwing on and getting a feel for the unstable molecule suit he had gotten a few days before. His dad made it, different in design from his parents' Fantastic Four suits but similar. It was comfortable for the most part, though Franklin did admit both the suit and the special underwear he had to wear with it didn't leave him much room in 'certain areas'. Still he enjoyed it and after a quick wipe of the front of it he came back to check up on Valeria and even though he knew he didn't have to really ask her about these things... he is the older brother. "Alright so this Quentin guy should be here in a bit, and Spider-Man should be about the same time." Franklin's voice got giddy a little at the sheer mention of Spider-Man. Someone who he idolized as a young kid, even if his body wasn't quite young anymore.

Valeria rolled her eyes at hearing her older brother gush over Spider-Man. It was no secret he looked up to the slightly older (now even less so) hero, but the fact he could not contain his enthusiasm irked her somewhat. "Yes. And Franklin, promise me you won't ask for his autograph first thing, alright?" She made to leave the penthouse they called home, turning back at the door to look at Franklin over her shoulder before she stepped out. "I'll go wait for Quire downstairs and then we'll meet up on the roof once everyone's here." Franklin shrugged looking unamused by Valeria's coy comment. He already got Spider-Man's autograph... duh. Still though it was going to be cool to not only meet Spider-Man again, but now he might actually get to actually do superhero stuff with Spider-Man for a change. What more could a kind of kid, kind of teenager ask for?

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"Here's your chicken shawarma..."

"Thank you."

The middle aged Indian man gave the teenager a sideways look, but by this point repetition has made the image of a young man wearing the caped superhero like costume not quite so silly anymore. Still though Billy Kaplan paid the man no mind as he quietly glanced through the comic book in front of him. It was a DC release, Flash at the moment but he had a messenger bag which him that had some more new stuff in it. Had to hit up the comic book store that morning for the new releases. Sipping from his large plastic cup of iced Mountain Dew Billy Kaplan glanced up at a nearby clock. He knew the others realized tonight the meet up was at the Indian restaurant. Each night they would meet up like this was at a different place. Not real reasoning behind it. Keep the people who knew them from picking up on their late night activities? Either way Billy took a bite of his food before getting back to the comic book. Slowly getting excited for another night of action alongside the Young Avengers!

[Assistant]
"You've got a spider on your back." Jumping back from the inevitable punch, Spider-sense not required, he caught himself on the wall looking down on his adversary. "You know I'm late for something. So why don't you just pass out on the floor already?" He swung himself down, kicking his two feet into the chest of his advesary following up with precise web shots to both the wrists and the ankles tying him down. "Done deal, got a pen? I usually like to leave a little note." That's when he heard the sirens. "Tell you what, maybe next time." Jumping up he then pulled himself along on the web. Training had done him well, there had been so many occasions where a fight with someone like that would have been tough. Feeling a little nostalgic perhaps?. Though stuff happened, times changed. I mean look at Franklin and Valeria! They were in their teens now, he had met them a couple of times as Spider-man and Peter Parker and the concept of them having grown up in a couple of months was crazy.

Though he had that whole experience with the Green-Goblin hopping through other realities chasing down alternate Spider-men so he supposed he could understand how they each reality was quite out of wack, from their perspective. Swinging into a low loop to fling himself to the top of the Baxter building he landed in a squat. Oh the Baxter building, it was always so much fun coming here. Though he had more of a soft spot for Stark Tech he often got to contribute a bit more here. He turned to the door when it opened and Franklin walked out, flipping down onto the main roof he stood up. "Whoa, what're your parents feeding you? Miracle Grow?"

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Ever since he had recieved that phone call, Quentin Quire had been thinking long and hard on what to do. Well, he had actually been thinking for a mere couple of seconds, although that was still a long time considering how fast thoughts usually flew through his head. What really struck him was why the two had come looking for him. They had spoken over the phone about desperately needing a telepath, although surely they wouldn't have picked him? Especially after everything that had happened during his time at the Jean Grey School, as his name had even been trending on twitter not so long ago after another failed attempt at a school wide riot. Regardless he had ended up phoning the two fellow teenagers back and now he was here, headphones in, music blaring and strolling through New York City.

His travels to and through the big city had given Quentin some time to think about things. About how maybe Wheel's hadn't been totally wrong about his views on mutant and human relationships. Chuck's beliefs on such a matter had shaped who Quentin had become over the years but in these last few months everything had changed. He had changed. Changed for the better he believed, with Quire even considered high fiving Mastermind the next time that he saw him for giving him such a solid. Although he noted for a fact that not everything was different. Walking through the streets of Manhattan, the mutant constantly found himself flicking through the minds of everyone around him, learning their names, lives and secrets. It was a filthy habit he had come to pick up, now that he thought about it. This was something the old Quentin would do. Hell, at least he knew it was wrong. That was a start.

Finding himself on 42nd street, the pink haired teenager spotted his destination ahead of him; the Baxter Building. Home of the all so fabulous Fantastic Four, Quentin Quire had often dreamed of this place burning to the ground, along with the Avengers tower and even the run down mansion those guys had also owned. Why did every team feel the need to live and operate in some fancy-ass estate. Chuck had an excuse, he was British!

The mutant punk approached cautiously as he had been instructed to do on the phone. Apparently this was a "kids only" event. No pompous super's. Just how Quire liked it. Running his hand through his mohawk, he made his way inside, quickly wiping the doorman's mind of his appearance as he passed him. Heading towards what appeared to be the central elevator, he reached towards the button only to find the door slide open to reveal his contact.

Valeria Richards was short and blond in appearance with calculating blue eyes, which Quentin found quite intimidating for age. He didn't need to have telepathy to know that she'd been through a lot, although in this case such powers could be useful. Besides, simply reading her mind would speed up things a lot! Delving in, he stopped after a few seconds and furrowed his brow.

"Nice place you have here, Miss Richards" Quentin Quire began, forcing a smile. "Any particular reason I can't see inside y' noggin'?."