RPC – Lucifer.

Name : Lucifer
Title : King of Demons

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Quote : “You know why God cast me down? Because I loved Him. More than anything. And then, God created…you. The little… hairless apes. And then He asked all of us to bow down before you—to love you more than Him. And I said, “Father, I can’t.” I said, “These human beings are flawed, murderous.” And for that, God had Michael cast me into Hell. Now, tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially, when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing. And how many of you blame me for it?”

Gender : Male
Age Appearance : 26 years (actual is thousands of years)
Hair : Black
Eyes : Black, but do turn red
Height : 5’10” in bipedal form
Weight : 69 Kilos
Forms : Can be in any form that he chooses
Skin tone : Dark

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Appearance traits :
– his hair turns entirely red
– he gains those claw-like nails
– pointy ears and canines, making him seem more animal like
– wings, as is expected
– physically he becomes stronger, faster and more agile, not limited to his human physique anymore

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Personality :

Lucifer was once the most beautiful angel in all of existence. God loved him best of all his brothers, even more than Michael. Lucifer was proud. When humanity was created, he was unwilling to accept its place in God’s favour (Gabriel described it as the favourite son resenting the new baby). And when God commanded all of Heaven to love his new children more than himself, Lucifer refused. Lucifer pleaded: “Father, I can’t. These humans are flawed. Murderous!” After persistent disobedience, Lucifer was cast out of Heaven.

This enraged Lucifer, and he struck back by taking a human woman, Lilith, and stripping her of her humanity, creating the first demon. This unforgivable affront led to his imprisonment in the Cage after a losing confrontation against his brother Michael. He remained there in isolation for millennia. His goal was to be free from his Cage, and to eradicate humanity, allowing him to restore Earth to its original untainted glory. It is suggested that he would also destroy demons, his own creations, because he considers them less worthy even than humans.

Lucifer claims that he never lies, because he does not have to. Lucifer shows concern for his fellow angels, though it is the archangels he loves most. He captures Castiel, and admires the lesser angel’s loyalty in refusing to reveal the presence of his friends. He invites Castiel to join him, and when Castiel refuses, Lucifer respects his decision. Lucifer is remorseful when forced to kill Gabriel, and disappointed when Michael berates him. When preparing to fight his older sibling in their pre-destined battle, Lucifer pleads with Michael to “walk off the chessboard,” but Michael is determined to fulfil his destiny and serve God. Even so, when Castiel molotovs Michael with holy oil, Lucifer is outraged by the attack on his brother and obliterates Castiel.

Gabriel criticizes Lucifer, describing his actions as “one big temper tantrum.” Death make similar observations, dismissing Lucifer as a “petulant child with daddy issues.” Nonetheless, Lucifer sees himself as a tragic figure who was punished for being right, dismissing humanity as a defective and savage race even as Gabriel argues that he prefers humanity because they at least try to do better. He refuses to accept any blame for his actions, which as Michael observes, is nothing new, and suggests that God intentionally made Lucifer a devil.
Lucifer can be highly cruel and barbarous to those who get in his way. Despite claiming to be the victim, Lucifer has absolutely no qualms about killing anyone or anything that gets in his way.

Powers and weaknesses :

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 Teleport himself and others.
 Overpower primordial beings like pagan gods and all lower-classed angels.
 He had the power to make Castiel explode with a snap of his fingers.
 Manipulate weather. His presence on earth is signalled by massive tsunamis and tornadoes
 Perceive the true forms of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, as he demonstrated when he saw Death’s true form.
 Freeze objects. He freezes a window by breathing on it.
 Remain unaffected by time.
 Bind entities to his command by conducting a ritual, as he demonstrated with Death.

Weaknesses

 An archangel blade can kill Lucifer.
 Michael can kill Lucifer.
 If he has the weaknesses of other angels, he can also be confined by a circle of holy oil, and kept out by Enochian sigils. 

 

RPC – Pestilience : Rise of the Horsemen.

Rise of the Horsemen.

Quote: “Disease gets a bad rap, don’t you think? For being filthy. Chaotic. Uh, but, really, that just describes people who get sick. Disease itself… Very…Pure…Single-minded. Bacteria have one purpose –divide and conquer. That’s why, in the end…It always wins.”

 

Name:Pestilence
Age: Appears 28 human years
Race:Horseman of the Apocalypse
Relationship:Brothers – War, Death, and Famine
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Straight

 

Personality:Pestilence has a strong relationship with his brothers, and little or no regard for mortals. Pestilence, also known as the Green Horseman or Sneezy, is an extremely powerful entity and is also one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, embodying illness and irritation amongst humans. Pestilence is affiliated with his brothers Famine,War and Death.

 

Weapon(s): Pestilence’s ring is solid silver with a sickly green gem in the center. His battle horse

Powers: Being the personification of the concept of sickness, Pestilence is very powerful, and immortal as a Horseman. Like his brothers, he requires his ring to help him focus his powers. A testament of his power was when he shouted on a supernatural level at his demon servant, and she was completely terrified. He was also unafraid to defy Lucifer’s will.

• Biokinesis – Pestilence can create, manipulate, and control diseases, plagues, infestations, molds, and other ailments. He can also cause instantaneous illness in another being. Pestilence possesses dominion over ailments. His sickness powers don’t work on angels.
• Indestructibility – Pestilence himself, as a Horseman, cannot be physically destroyed. Pestilence, like the other riders, requires a ring that channels his essential core abilities.
• Immortality – Pestilence is not subjected to age and disease.
• Teleportation – Pestilence can go anywhere he chooses in the universe.
• Cosmic Awareness – As a horseman, Pestilence possesses an incredible amount of knowledge and understanding of the universe and its workings, although his knowledge is vastly inferior to Death’s. He can understand concepts, such as the Apocalypse and nature of sickness.
• Electromagnetic Interference – As a result of being on camera, his face and ring were masked by static.
• Super stamina – Pestilence requires nothing to keep him going.
• Invisibility – As a Horseman, Pestilence is naturally invisible and can only be seen if he wants others to see him.
• Supernatural Perception – Pestilence could tell if a demon was occupying a body, with a look.
• Telekinesis – Pestilence could move objects with his mind.

Weaknesses: Though literally, nothing in existence can kill or destroy Pestilence if his attribute still exists, he has some weaknesses.
• Ring Removal – Without his ring, his corporeal form loses all its powers, except for teleportation.
• Physical objects – Anything serrated or jagged, or for that matter anything that can be implemented into a weapon, that can be used to pierce can inflict pain upon Pestilence’s physical form. His physical body can be pierced and penetrated identically to how humans sustain infliction though physical wound cannot kill him.
• God – It is implied God’s power exceeds that of Pestilence.
• Death’s scythe – Nothing can kill Pestilence except Death’s scythe.

Seeking Echoes.

Seeking Echoes

So… Echoes. The perplex beings of time. Echoes, as foretold by many, are ancient beings. These ancient beings all have their own treacherous tales of woe. But after these experiences, they unlocked godly abilities. One day, however, all 8 Echoes just disappeared. After years of searching, people started questioning whether these god-like figures in time ever existed. After so long, people dismissed them as ‘myths’, or ‘legends’, having no real evidence to support their existence.But no more. These ancient beings have used their power to enchant artifacts that have been lost for ages, never to be found unless their great powers were needed again. Creatures were happy at the time, since the artifacts disappearance meant times of peace and prosperity…

Now, unfortunately, is no longer the time for peace. A strange darkness will soon fall upon us all, and we need to be ready. The Echoes are stirring, signaling a time of great change. A large amount of people have no idea whats in store for them, and so they have turned the most prestigious magic academy of all time to seek guidance.

Thing is, you’re but a humble school student, just wishing to hone your magical abilities. Are you up to the task of wielding such power and responsibility? Probably not…

Echoes
 There are, in total, 8 Echoes from ancient times. They each had one representation, something that showed how they would use their abilities.
ANIMAL, HEART, STAR, SPIRIT, MIND, CURSE, HOLY AND CHAOS
These are the 8 that were allowed to ascend to Echoes. Now, they have passed their powers on to you. With their help, hopefully we shall defeat this time of darkness…
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Animal
An Animal’s abilities include anything animal-like or related to animals in some way. This can include animal-morphing, animal communication, etc. Though, their powers are wild and unpredictable, possibly causing problems. Especially when you want to become a horse or something, and then you become a mouse…
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Heart
The Heart uses their or others emotions to draw strength from, normally to strengthen either healing or empathetic abilities. Their mental state and emotional state can be altered by other emotions, but as time goes on they might be able to control that more. The more dark and gloomy the emotions, the less effective their abilities become…
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Star
Well, this one is up to the imagination. Quite literally, as Stars can have almost any power they can think up. This is only temporary, and if used longer can have adverse affects on the Star. Say the Star tries to shoot stars from their hands, the stars will eventually start to explode closer and closer to their user. And, this happens incredibly fast, so best be careful…
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Spirit
The Spirit can use apparitions for different tasks, such as combat, house-cleaning, and possessing objects. They might even be able to escape their own body. Though, the Spirit has to be careful. The ghosts that serve them are tricky, and if not held under a tight leash might wreak havoc…
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Mind
Allows the use of the mind’s full potential, whether that be manipulation, communication, movement, or just smarts is up to The Mind who wields this power. The Mind’s physical body is, however, weaker than most…
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Curse
This is exactly as you’d expect. The Curse allows the user to enchant or curse certain things, though the opposite will happen to the Curse. If they enchant something, they themselves will get cursed in some way. The same with cursing, as if they curse others it is to the benefit of themselves…
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Holy
Able to manipulate light or protect those in need, the Holy is more of a guardian angel than anything. They can use the light to provide different protecting effects, or to vanquish those trying to attack those in need. However, in the face of darkness, they themselves cannot do much except shine light to attract its attention…
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Chaos
The Chaos is… Well, quirky. They are allowed to manipulate different illusions, perspectives, and sometimes even the physical plane itself. Though, this power does come with some strange after effects, if The Chaos is skilled enough they can amplify those weird effects or minimize them. It rather random, and can have many varying results.
Welcome to the Hydra Academy!
We hope you enjoy your stay!
This Academy is known by its colors of black, purple, and gold, one of the most Elite academies on the continent of Gaze. In response to the strange events that have started happening, this school has started accepting almost anyone. But if you don’t pass the entrance ‘test’, you aren’t going anywhere.

Secretly, the school is trying to protect as much youth as they can by keeping them there. However, if you do pass the exam on a whim, you will be shown the Echoes to see if you are worthy. The only way to pass the Exam is to show you are apart of the 9% of the populous that has a Signature. And it seems you have passed. Congrats on that, by the way. You will be training with the others, put on missions, then allowed a few days of rest in your Dorms. Dorms will be 4 people each. Have fun.
~Mrs. Haven

 
ML:

Welcome to Hydra!

The front gates of the school came into view after the long trip, the closed doors dauntingly high. There were many buzzing conversations and noises happening throughout the bus, though most of them about how the school was just allowing them in with no rhyme or reason. Some talked of how crazy it was to have a Wyvern as a Headmaster, while others talked about their spells. None knew of the actual purpose of the school, other than the rumors that had sparsely found their way into conversations. The bus lurched to a stop, its magical engines purring. As the door swung open, a silence hung in the air. Finally, the first person moved. Everyone stopped their awing, and slowly made their way off the bus. A few students were already there, though, preparing for the doors to open themselves.
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Rune:
Sivent drew his cloak closer across his body, hiding his pale skin and marks as best as he could. He’d avoided conversation with others as best as he could, hoping to avoid, awkward conversations. He’d made sure to listen in on most of the conversations, learning as much as he could about the other students and their capabilities. His silver eyes kept darting around, making sure that he and his bond were sa- no, it was just him now. He held a small, invisible sphere, an Annul, waiting to be used, just in case someone tried working some magic on him. He knew from experience it couldn’t be detected, due to it literally being nothing, which added to the surprise of any mage that tried working magic. He continued glancing around nervously as the bus slowed down to a halt, and waited for others to depart. Once everyone had made their way off the bus, he would follow, but for now, he was content to sit and absorb as much information as he could, and make sure that he was safe.
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Yumi:
Rayle Elyar
“Tch. How pleasant this school is…” A raven haired teen muttered as she got up from her bus seat. Wow. This window view. The academy seemed pretty large… For very unusual, not normal, freaks who attended here. She was one of those freaks today. Her dull expression never changed as she took a step towards the crowd exiting the big yellow vehicle that held them in seats before. A sigh was about to be released until someone decided to take a look at her.  Huh. He looked uneasy. Well, it was normal for students to have that anxiety on their first day, especially ‘normal’ ones. She stared back at him, with bored eyes until he decided to turn away and look at the other students surrounding them. So, he wanted to observe them… Just like what her Beast-like master told her to do… Observe. Blah.She stepped out onto the pavement and gazed at the school. Huge, bigger than she had imagined. Masterman did say it was large, but damn. Hopefully, she wouldn’t get lost or tick the so-called Wyvern headmistress off. Ugh, she didn’t like this. She stood out, or she thought she did. They were freaks like her, but she was more of a freak than them. Nobody wants to be here…. She didn’t want to be here… The teen continued her walk until she came across the boy who took a glance at her. She leaned close to his ear and whispered in a monotonous voice, “Why did you look at me?” Now, she had to sit back and interact with that person, because it was on one of the to-do-lists she came up with while waiting on the bus. One person you befriend can help you learn more about this academy. Otherwise more. She needed more… Nah. Too many people that have her attention could trigger something unpleasant in her mind.*

 

 
anime:
Sana hopped off the bus and looked around. She took off her hood and smiled seeing the school. “Wow this sure was a good idea just look at this place! haha!” She was wearing her hoodie and under it she wore jean shorts and a red tank top. She had on long black socks that went up to her legs and sneakers. She also had her knives attached to her just in case. She watched the other people talk. Seemed like most people had sighed up with their friends. She had couple of friends at home. But the one friend she really missed had moved before she left on her journey. She missed she could see her again. She sighed thinking about it. “Come on Sana this is no time to get depressed. The whole reason your here is so you can train and maybe even find out more about your parents. Alright!….Whoops!” She covered her mouth when she realized she was talking to herself out loud.
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Kurai:
Midnight got off of the bus as usual in human form and unfortunately not on her mothers broom. Oh how she hated human form, from day one it was an unnatural feeling she had to endure on only some of her mothers shopping trips as well as in shifter training, and now she had to be in human form until she was back in her dorm or on most occasions in combat training as that was one of her combat strategies. Midnight, although had only dreamed of coming to this school, had not realized how big it was and looked at the campus with awe. How amazing it was to finally be here after so many years! ‘Keep it together Midnight’ she thought to herself as she kept walking to the gates.
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TMI:
Skye felt sick. Her head hurts and she felt like she could puke anytime. She blame the carsick for this. But anyhow, she doesn’t feel good all the way to the school and feel a little bit better when the bus stopped. She almost forgot her pain at the sight of the gate, and the school behind the gate. She’s here. She’s finally here. She wished that her family could come with her and see this amazing school… Wait, she just arrived here and she’s already get a homesick? No-no. Skye shook her head.
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Shin:

Clarendon was finishing up his journal entry for the day as the others were getting off and going towards the gate. He packed away his belongings and journal into a sash pouch specifically designed to carry his book. He looked around and the different characters to take note of them. He knew everyone had their own reason for being at this place, and that he should not get side tracked from learning all he could about the Echoes and everything surrounding the myths. Throughout his travels, he learned little about them but much about the world. All answers seemed to point to this place, and he would not spurn the opportunity.

As he glanced around, he noticed that one girl ((SKYE ERSTAIN)) who did not seem to enjoy the ride and perhaps was not feeling well because of it. He approached her slowly to the side. Clarendon took out an unused bottle of water and offered it to her. ” May this refresh you. You did not seem comfortable during the ride.” he said to her. He paused a bit just before giving his name. He wondered whether to do so at all or just make up another name. His name had been a point of mocking from some, due to a shortened version of it being ‘Claire’. ” I am Clarendon by the way. Oh yes it is not open.” he said referring to the water bottle.

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TMI:

Skye Erstain

A good man approached her and offered her a bottle of water. She nods and quickly accepted the bottle. She opened it quickly and took a sip before letting out a loud sigh as she feel a lot better now. She smiled at the person who just introduced himself as Clarendon.
“That’s an unusual name. Any nickname? Or shortened version? Like how Michael are called Mike or something.” Skye asked, and then remembered that she haven’t introduced herself. “My name is Skye. Skye Erstain. But if you ever call me ‘Stain’, i’m going to punch you in the face.”
She laughed, and then abruptly stops. “No, for real..”

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Magi was one of the last ones to get off of the bus. She was a bit pale from the overexposure on the bus. Sure, there were plenty of excited and hopeful feelings. But the bad ones – anxiety, fear, dread – mixed with her own anticipation and settled in the pit of her stomach. She parted herself from the throng of people finding their way to the gates. While she was excited to meet new magic-users and potential friends, she needed a little time to adjust to the amount of people. It was certainly not Gramma’s little dryad cottage in the woods anymore. She idly noticed a girl in a hoodie talking to herself before starting. A small seed that had clung to her clothes had sprouted, making a baby flower on her dress. Right now, it looked wilted. All of the anticipation and worry must have been amplified over the past few days, causing it to grow.

Hoping nobody saw it, she brushed it off and re-evaluated herself. She looked over her off-the-shoulder, flowy, light pink dress with 3/4 sleeves that ended at her lower thighs. Her white socks that ended above the knee had slipped a little, so she pulled them up. The last thing to do was to re-tie one of her brown boots and she was good to go. The leaf shaped ring, bracelets, and necklace she wore had luckily stayed tidy. Glancing around, she pulled out her smartphone out of her bag and checked her appearance in the screen. Winged eyeliner, blush, and pink tinted lips were also in place. She gave a sigh of relief. Some would call her vain, but she only worried because of her habit. Too many times she had rubbed her eyes and become a panda.

She remembered how her Gramma had always told her that. Worried, she threw her a few texts, then played a phone game to look like she was occupied.

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ML:

As the students finally all get there and congregate, awaiting for the gates to open, a strange noise could be heard from not too far away. It turned out, a silhouette was circling the school. It neared the ground, and its features became discernible. A white dragon-like figure appeared out of the sky, then landed neatly directly in front of the gates. It closed its wings, icy blue eyes scanning her surrounding. Before any panic occurred, she opened her mouth to speak.

“Welcome… To Hydra.” The dragon’s feminine voice boomed, her eyes gazing at everyone in the cluster. “I’d like to personally thank you all for coming. Now, before I allow entrance to any of you, an Entrance test must be taken to see where we shall… Put you.” She chose those last words carefully, eyeing the students’ reaction. Some sighed, some go furious, and some were convinced they’d get in. Hmph. Well, at least some of them aren’t taking this horribly. She’d hoped for better, but what could she do… She placed her foot on the ground, in a battle stance.

“Attack me. First lesson: Prove that your worthy. Simple, right?” She smiled. Definitely not. The only way to actually make her impressed was if they used a Signature, but even then it’ be impossible to beat her even if they all teamed up on her. Not at the level they are at.​
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Kurai:
Midnight did not hesitate to get out her wand, her mother had not only coached her in shifting but also learning basic elemental fire spells. She only could use fire spells, however, because her mother had asked her to choose one and then she had coached her on that one element, she had never known why, though it didn’t matter much as she really wanted to become a pyromancer. She started to conjure up a fire ball focusing really hard on the warmth in her soul and summoning it through her wand. After a few moments the fire ball was as big as a juvenile hawk, thats when she slashed her wand through the air sending the fireball straight toward the wyverns chest.
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Shin:

Clarendon Adanaque

” Unusual, yes. I like to think it is somewhat unique.” he added. The dreaded nickname question. Well it is not as if he needed to tell her, but he was compelled to give her the benefit of the doubt. ” Well people have said ‘Claire’ would be the nickname.” he mentioned in a lower tone. Before he could speak further, a dragon dropped from the sky and welcomed everyone. Clarendon believed this being to be someone of importance at this Hydra.

” Lesson she says… more like a test perhaps?”
he asked Skye. ” There are none I know who have ever done in a dragon…. however well if it is to get in.” Clarendon waved at Skye as he put some distance between them. The young man noticed someone was already trying. Judging by what they were trying, attacking the chest would seem like a good plan with fire elements, but he decided to try for a rather vulnerable spot, at least for most creatures.

He pulled his arm back and then released it forward towards the Dragons head. The stream was quite wide, about 3-5 feet, however it would do little than to wash the face. Therefore, he narrowed the stream to about 3-5 inches, increasing the overall pressure. His target was the eye. He hoped it would do more than just make the Dragon blink. The Erosion Cannon was mainly used to cut through solid objects or push them away.

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ML:
The Wyvern had barely finished her sentence when some just started to attack. She smiled. A fire ball rushed to meet her chest, while a stream of water was rapidly closing in on her eye. Though she had expected them all to just attack head on, she noticed that the water-pump was a Signature. It felt powerful enough. She quickly placed her wings in front of her, allowing the attacks to bounce off harmlessly. She thought those would suffice, but they would have to try harder to meet the Echoes expectations. “Good. Keep going.” Were the only words that left her mouth as she relaxed into a more casual position, though still keeping guard. Another fire ball came out of no where, though the caster soon revealed himself and approached. Instead of blocking, she flew up into the air. The fire winked away at the rush of gases, and she growled something out: “Never approach your target unless you have a means of defending yourself. I could have easily hurt you, or worse. Is that what you want?” She questioned, beating her wings in the air to stay steady. “Continue, but try hitting me in the air this time.”
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Kurai:
Midnight began to cast Blazing phoenix, this move took up more power but was far better. Fire began forming around her wand until it took the form of a phoenix, then she pointed it towards the wyvern and shot. The phoenix shaped fire blast flew with great speed, Midnight had to practice a lot to get it to go that fast. Midnight also began shooting several other fireballs cause she knew she could not do any of her other techniques as those were mostly for escaping and dodging attacks. She knew she was not going to hit the wyvern with any of her fire balls, but the phoenix was something she had high hopes about.
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OneTiny:
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‘Whoa, is that… a dragon?’ Magi thought, looking up from her phone at the sound of the voice. ‘No… It’s too small. Some people said the Headmaster was a Wyvern…’ It took a bit of time to prepare her Signature due to its nature; when the creature first spoke she had paused and started to concentrate. Earth particles began to clump together as she stood still. Her magic molded the earth into three cylindrical rods. With a burst of energy, they bolted out of the ground towards the Headmaster. Two were aimed for either wing and one was aimed for the creature’s lower torso. They flew in a triangular formation. Small particles of softer earth flaked off as they went airborne.

At the time, her main rationale was that she wanted to try to impair its flying in some way. The rod to the torso was really supposed to aim for the diaphragm, but since she didn’t know Wyvern anatomy she had to guesstimate. It would literally knock the wind out her (she assumed it was a her from the feminine voice, but with magical creatures she was never so sure) – if it actually ever hit that was. Which wasn’t likely, but the other students were already aiming for other various parts, so she couldn’t be too choosy. She bent over slightly and held her knees. Molding earth was easy enough, but having enough energy to send the mass speeding skyward was a whole other story.

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anime:
Sana watched as the dragon flew in front of the gates. “Wow” She said amazed being this close up to a dragon. She listened as the dragon spoke but when she said entrance exam her face went white. ” A test? I didn’t know there was a test. I didn’t study aw man…” She snapped out of her rambling when she heard the dragon say attack her. “Wait what?” Before she could process anything she saw someone already attacking. ” Wow.” She watched everyone trying to attack her. She though before she decided what to do. Actually she had three moves she could use. But one of her signature moves would be the best. The question was which one….She thought for a moment and decided what to do. She could do her most powerful move but to many people were in the way and more then likely would not move just because she said so. She decided to use her butterflies. She closed her eyes and cupped her hands together. The opened them the moment she did butterflies made of flames flew to the dragon. They would try to land on her and set her on fire. She opened her eyes to see the hundreds of butterflies fling to the dragon.
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Rune:
“I was watching to prevent any attacks. I meant no offense.” Sivent replied. He didn’t have time to answer more fully as a Wyvern descended from the sky to land in front of them, challenging them to impress her. A few students started attacking, seemingly almost without thinking. He saw others pause for a while to consider the best options and then attack. He carefully considered his options. He could use his minor abilities to try to attack, but after seeing a few other basic spells, and even some obviously major spells, seem to bounce off of the Wyvern’s scales, he wondered what the point of the exercise was. None of their spells were making the smallest dent in the Wyvern’s defenses, and it seemed like they were woefully inadequate to ever get through. Did that mean the point of the exercise was to have everyone’s strongest techniques revealed? Well, only one of his major spells had to do with offense, so that was the only one he would consider showing. No need to reveal the Dark Barrier unless it became absolutely necessary. He also took a few moments to consider whether or not to reveal his true nature as Aegon. His magic would be more powerful, but he didn’t want the, aggravations, that came with people knowing. In the end he decided to refrain from reverting to Aegon form, but would launch a Void Pulse. He considered aiming at the gates to try to get into the school faster, but since the wyvern explicitly said to attack her in the air, he launched it from off to the side, trying to hit one of her wings. A dark bolt of negative energy formed between his hands and streaked through the air, flying towards the Wyvern’s position.
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ML:

The Wyvern watched as all of these attacks came by. Impressive. It seemed there were some minors spells people were throwing at her, but the more powerful ones were her interest. As a simultaneous barrage of attacks rained down on her, she flew up into the air further. There, she was followed by some of the spells, one being a Phoenix and a butterfly horde made of fire. Her eyes watched the dancing flames near, then was caught off guard by the bolt of negative energy struck one of her wings. It had made her falter in the air, causing her to flap a few times to keep herself steady.

Then, the fire attacks came. They seemed to try and ignite her scales, only landing a few hits until she blew them away with a strong beat of her wings. Some bolts of earthen arrows rapidly closed in on her as well, causing her to have to duck and spiral around to avoid them. Well, that was better than she was expecting, at the very least. She neared the ground again, shaking charred butterfly remains and earthen flakes off of her shining white scales. “Good. Now, give me a show of hands: Who made those attacks?”​
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“Whoa…” she breathed out, looking at the intense barrage of magic. It was like fireworks. She hadn’t really seen if her attacks had hit through the other, more vibrant ones, but she noticed the earth that clung to the creature. She secretly wished she had hid some seeds in the earth to act as a surprise trap, as she was much more skilled with plant manipulation. Her hand absentmindedly hovered over one of the seed pouches hidden in her clothes. Either way, there were clearly some extremely good magic users in the bunch. Come to think of it, she did see that a few of the bright colors had distinctly streaked across the creature’s scales. Thinking about it made her shudder.

Just who were these people, anyway? Clearly they had training of some kind – but again, it was so different than what she was taught… Her thoughts were interrupted when the creature spoke. Since she was more towards the back and was shorter than the people in front, she subtly shifted the dirt underneath her feet to make her bit taller. Hope pounded in her heart as she raised her hand.

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Rune:
Sivent shuddered as the Void Pulse hit and a massive amount of energy was taken from him. That was a downside to Void magic. It was powerful on offense, but it either took a large amount of energy, or if it was a cancel spell, it would restore a lot of energy. Also, working magic while in human form took much more energy than working in Aegon form, but he had already decided that he wasn’t going to shift. He weakly managed to raise his hand in answer to the wyvern’s question, and he summoned some Void Stone above it, just to prove that he had been the one with the pulse. Swaying slightly, he supported himself on a nearby tree, which had somehow survived all of the fire spells. He turned to the person he’d been talking to before  and asked, “Is there a weak spell that you could do for me? I need energy, and if I cancel a spell, I’ll get some back.”
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Yumi:
Rayle Elyar
She nodded in confusion, though she didn’t really show it. This guy was too cautious….Who was going to attack him on the first day of school? And why? Pft. It’s not like the apocalypse swarmed in, right? Or maybe… Did he get mixed up with a few serial killers or was some kind of paranoia virus eating up his wits? Hm. What a strange guy. Well, at least he wasn’t as strange as her, or her master. So, eh. He wasn’t a threat. Hopefully.And then, blasts of fire, rocks, and all those things that can hurt, no kill, a man started to fly towards the Wyvern after her speech. The teen frowned inside as she silently cut open a thin thread of blood before she was able to get a shot too. Of course, she wasn’t gonna use Squish… Ha… No. Never. She’ll use Stained Blade. Yes. That’s right. She’ll throw it at the creature like everybody else… Or maybe it was too late. Oh. Oh. Oh…. It was too late wasn’t it? The Wyvern already asked for the magic wielders to raise their hands. If she didn’t get into this school and observe for Him… There goes her pathetic little life… Ha. Well, she could always lie… To that Wyvern, otherwise catch her off guard. Yes, that sounded reasonable. So, the blood that dribbled down her hands transformed into a small crimson axe, perfect for throwing at a short ranged target. And she threw, aiming for the torso so she wouldn’t kill it….The teen turned back to look at the person she had interacted with before. He asked for a favor. Sure. Gaining allies in this freak infested place was wise, so she formed a dagger and lazily threw it at him. Wait. What if… He didn’t block or cancel it? What if he was too slow? …..Oh……. Oops. Haha, that would be his fault.

*

 

Razor:

Way back in the yellow coloured school bus, there was a loud snoring sound coming from the back row of seats. Leaning up against the window pane, a girl with large owl like glasses and her hair tied back so severely, that it looked to be pulling her skin taught; was still fast asleep. No one noticed Sammy Logan, who with her nerdish appearance, was one that virtually became invisible to all around her. Dressed in a smock like dress, and a cardigan that was three sizes too big for her frame, she was blissfully unaware that she had been dreaming the day away on the bus – a small line of drool that hung off the edge of her lip. Oh what a dream she was having too. It would have continued to be a wonderful dream, had she not felt the aftershocks of an event that was taking place in the school grounds. The low rumble from the earth had sent a shock wave up to the bus, and it was this rumble that roused Sammy like a hand shaking her shoulder to wake her.

“No…I wanna stay…I wanna…I wanna…Oh Brad…I…ugh…where am I?” Her eyelids fluttered and she smacked her lips as she awoke to see that she was the only person on the bus. Sam shot bolt upright and then wiped away the spittle from her chin, only to feel a wave of panic flow through her. First day, and already she was behind the game. Grumbling and muttering to herself, she quickly got her bag and hurried down the aisle of the bus, shooting a grim look at the driver, before bounding down the steps and then seeing that the gates to the school was now the scene of what looked to be the first of the day’s tests – a battle. What? She missed the “Meet, Greet and Eat’ already? Sammy rolled her eyes, and pulled tighter on her backpack straps, before hurrying towards the main gate, bobbing and weaving as she tried to see just where the students from the bus had gone. Course, the first thing she saw was a Wyvern that was taking multiple attacks from some of the students.

Sammy quickly shot looks at each of the students that were engaged in all styles of magical attacks, and she knew she couldn’t well ask them to explain what they had to do to get in the gate. She slid off her backpack and let it fall to the ground, before bending open to unzip it and take out one of her text books. Her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose as she took the book out. The power of the attacks was enough to cause the wind to whip at Sam’s hair, freeing it a little from the very tight pony tail, so she was looking a little rougher now than when she was on the bus. Madly flicking through her text book, where she had various spells and incantations underlined in red marker, she was nearly knocked back by a pulse of energy from another attack that had been thrown at the Wyvern.

“Ugh, I’m trying to read here!” Sam protested, as the pages of her book flipped through to the point she couldn’t even read it anymore. Tossing the book down on the ground, and knowing full well that she was going to have to rely on instinct. But if she was going to give a showing of her talents, it would have to wait. The embattled Wyvern had come to land on the ground, shaking off what looked to be dead butterflies and earth – begging the question on who did the attacks. Yep, Sam had already missed out on the chance to get through the gates early.

Camp Haven.

This is a new series that is co-written with seven other writers.  Most of the posts are written in first person, which is a little new to me.

Intro:

S.S

Welcome, one and all to Camp Haven!

Have you ever felt…different? Cast out from your peers because you could do things that they couldn’t? Have you ever been able to bend something to your will, be it water, air, fire, earth, or something more? Well don’t worry, this is the place for you! We have a fully equipped camp for everyone. We have a training ground, where our highly trained staff, who are just like you, will teach you how to control and master your gift! We have cabins for every type of bending, and they are very comfortable! We have a wonderful dining hall, with meals that enhance your mastery of your gift, as well as a fully stocked medical facility for whenever you have an accident. We also have special events every week, but you will have to come and see what they are for yourself! We can’t give everything away here can we? Worried that your parents wont let you come? Don’t worry! We are open 24/7, so your family can come and visit whenever they want!

So, if you have a gift, and you want to meet other people just like you, and make lasting friendships, then come to Camp Haven, where everyone is safe!

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*RIIIIING* I lashed out with my fist and sent the alarm clock sailing across the room. I knew exactly what time it was by the sun just coming over the horizon. 6:30am. It was time to get the camp ready for the new arrivals. I stretched as I walked into the shower. As the hot water cascaded around me, I checked my skin for signs of hemorrhaging. Being a Haemokinetic, or Blood Bender as we are referred to as, I had to constantly check my body for internal “leakage”. I got out of the shower, and looked over at the shattered alarm clock. I reached out with my mind, and began to reassemble it. I was a Ferrokinetic as well, meaning I could control metal, but I rarely used it. I picked up the assembled clock and put it back on the nightstand. As I headed for the door, I grabbed my black counselor uniform, which consisted of track pants, a spandex undershirt and a hooded sweatshirt, off the counter in the kitchen and pulled it on. None of the other counselors were awake yet, which gave me some time to head to the training ground and meditate. “Here’s to another year, Tim, make the best of it,” I muttered as I walked across the cool grass toward the grounds. “Let’s just hope the kids have more common sense this time.

 

S.S

It was around 7:00am when I finally reached the training grounds near the entrance to the camp. I took a deep breath in and looked around. I could see that the medical pavilion and dining hall staff were preparing for the arrival of the campers near the north side of the grounds. The medical pavilion’s white-washed walls were a stark contrast to the rising red sun, and the dining hall was nearly invisible due to the dark blue paint job. I looked back at the cabins on the west end of the grounds. The counselor cabin, being the only two story building in that area, dwarfed the other cabins by comparison, but they look almost alike. “They almost look like Lincoln log cabins” I muttered. I turned back towards the entrance to the camp, on the south end of the compound. I sat down in the sand and gravel fighting pit, and waited to hear the sounds of cars pulling into the lots.

 

Yan:

“I wonder if there’s more here?” I muttered to myself as I took inventory of the medical supplies. My hands ran along the boxes of saline, sterile gauze, bandages and dressings of various sorts, and I frowned at them in thought. “We’ll go through most of this in a single busy week, I’d wager.” I reached back and ran my fingers through my hair nervously, my eyes darting up to see the time. 7:00 am. They’ll be here soon.

I found the hair tie nestled against my wrist and used it to fashion a disorderly bun at the nape of my neck – disorderly enough to match my thoughts. I began to add some last-minute necessities to the cabinets and hummed quietly as I did so. The light, wooden cabinets added a more homey touch to the otherwise white interior of the building. I took a deep breath, and even from within the pavilion there was a faint hint of cedar lurking in the air. My favorite. Well. My thoughts corrected. Only second to coffee. The sun shone through the windows valiantly, somehow livening up the quiet space. Actually – I thought to myself, after a few moments of calm – I bet there’s more supplies on the backup cart. I glanced toward the large closet space near the back of the medical pavilion that I’d yet to venture into. It’s worth a look.

My arms could barely reach around the stack of boxes containing excess supplies after I’d stacked them, but I somehow managed to get the boxes and myself to the back room – what I could only assume was the supply room – in one piece. I clumsily opened the door, nearly dropping a box of 0.9% Normal Saline bags in the process. I set the boxes down just inside the door and felt around for a light switch for a few moments before they gratuitously turned on. They were the kind that sensed movement. Well, that’s handy. I thought, walking into the room in search of more sterile gauze.

 

Max:

Waking up at 6:40 am. I rolled out of my bed yawning and scratching my eyes. I checked my skin for any burns which was a daily routine for a Sergekinetic, or the ability to make and control acid. After taking a shower, I brush my hair and then brush my teeth. Putting on my Counselor uniform I run out making sure all the cabins were clean and organized. Going to the kitchen I make myself a cup of coffee and sigh “Well hopefully this is a good year” toasting to myself as I slowly sip my coffee.

Going to the training grounds to check on some small minor things, I stumble upon my superior Tim”Good morning Tim” Briefly talking to him I get my clipboard of the names of the campers and stand at the entrance waiting as the campers came in.

 

Yan:

“Shit!” I exclaimed as I tripped over something while exiting the supply closet. Twelve small packages of sterile gauze flew everywhere, like some odd confetti. I reached out with my hand and caught the door jam, turning on my back so that it could take most of the blow. After the air had been knocked from me as I connected with the ground, I looked to my palm. I’d scraped it on something – probably the door jam, somehow and it began to burn as soon as I looked at it. I propped myself up on my other hand, looking to find the offending object that had tripped me – the boxes I’d left by the door. I frowned at them, as though they had done something wrong and quickly stood up to nudge them further inside the supply closet with my foot, closed the door, and gathered my confetti gauze.

After placing the packages in the cabinets, I glanced at my skinned palm again. It wasn’t really bleeding, but I grabbed an alcohol swab to place against it anyway. It was true that nursing school was largely responsible for making me almost germaphobic. I sucked in a breath at the sting of alcohol and patted the scrape dry with a piece of gauze, before placing my other hand over it. Better get some practice. I thought to myself, my palms pressed together in a sideways-praying sort of way. With the ability of vitakinesis I can induce healing – speed it up, even, within reason. Pain control was another bonus. It helped to focus on nothing but the injury, and making it yours to control. Inhaling slowly, I imagined the edges of the scrape turning inward, and coming closer together. While exhaling, I imagined the pain leaving as my breath did. It was like meditating, almost. After a few moments of this, the burning had turned into little but a dull ebb, and I stopped to examine my handiwork. The scrape had subsided into a small area of light discoloration, which went away after a day or so if the injury wasn’t deep enough to scar.

I sighed and closed the cabinets that I’d left open. “I need some coffee.” I turned down the hallway toward one of the smaller pavilion entrances and stepped out into the crisp air, headed toward the dining hall. Turning my head, I saw two male figures in the distance and waved. They looked to be counsellors, and I wasn’t sure if they were among the ones I’d already met or not. I wasn’t even sure if they’d seen me, and hopefully they hadn’t been near a window to see the tumble I’d taken. Glad none of the kids were here to see that. I thought as I continued toward the dining hall.

 

S.S:

 

I nodded to Jerome, and looked back at the entrance. The campers were slowly beginning to file in. I recognized a few of them, as they had been with us for years, but most of the faces I was were unfamiliar to me. I saw a boy about the age of 16 hug his mother good-bye and grab his suitcase. I glanced to my left and saw a girl no more than 10 crying as she said good-bye to her parents. I smiled. “Jerome, check off the names of the campers who arrived. I’ll gather them around the fighting pit. It’s time for orientation.”

 

Max:

 

Nodding I go to the entrance of the camp and and set up a table and pulling out a chair I take out my clipboard and check off the names of campers who had already came.” Let me see… Ah yes the new campers” Looking at the group of newcomers. “So we got Thomas, Lilly, Ashton, and Bray” checking off the names. I direct all the campers to Tim”Showtime buddy” Patting him as I walk back to the entrance to make sure if any latecomers come.

 

Yan:

 

Eris walked out of the dining hall, a fresh cup of coffee in hand – which somehow made this already fantastic morning a little bit sweeter. She smiled at the campers walking in as they started getting their bearings, said their farewells to their families, and began their introductions with one another. She didn’t want to go back into the pavilion just yet with all of these new faces around, and so she followed the crowd of campers to where Tim was gathering them, taking generous sips of hazelnut coffee on the way.

She walked alongside the group of new campers. “Hi there.” She said with a gentle wave. “I’m Eris. I’m the registered nurse over at the pavilion.” She made a vague gesture with her hand toward the direction of the large white building. “I’ll be coming with you guys to the orientation, but if you ever get injured, or don’t feel well, come to the pavilion and see me. I’ll get you fixed right up.”

 

S.S:

 

When all the campers were finally gathered around the fighting pit, I stepped in the middle and addressed the newcomers.
“Welcome to Camp Haven. I am head counselor Richards. This” I pointed to my right “is Jerome. He is one of the other counselors at this camp. If you need any help while here, or just want to come and talk, our door is always open. Eris already introduced herself. If you need medical treatment, she is the best around.” I walked around the circle of campers. “However, do not take our charity for idleness. This is not a resort. You are here to learn about your gifts and master them. If you hurt each other on purpose, you will be sent to the penance hall.” I pointed to the second floor of the medical pavilion. “You will stay there until you have learned your lesson.” I went back to the center of the pit. “Now, I give this offer to all newcomers who arrive here. Who wants to show me what they can do?” I step back further into the pit. “If you can hit me, just once, I will kneel and call you master of your gift.”

 

Yan;

 

I listened to Tim as he spoke. “Eris.” I said quietly in a low voice, as he mispronounced my name. It wasn’t a common name, so it was understandable enough. One of my professors in college had always pronounced it ‘Eeris’, with a long E sound – so if I had to choose between mispronunciations it would be Eric, any day of the week.

l took my hair from it’s confined bun and let the wind do with it what it wished, and then looked around the circle to see if there were any campers willing to take Tim’s offer. I could imagine that in a group with such varied ages, there were at least a few who were brave enough to put themselves in such a position.

 

C.S:

 

I woke up as soon as the sun streamed across my face in lines reflected across the shades on the window. Rolling over I glanced at the alarm clock I frequently relied on to wake me up. The clock read “7:45” and my face contorted in surprise as I realized the ramifications of what this meant. “Oh crap, Tim is going to have my head when he realizes how late I am! My stupid clock didn’t wake me up on time.” Throwing the covers back in lightning speed, I quickly dressed myself, brushed my teeth, raced down the stairs and grabbed something from the refrigerator to quickly eat on the way over to the fighting pit.

 

Yan:

I noticed as a man with black hair strode over to the group and bit my lip, wondering if the boss man was going to call him out, and feeling sorry for the latecomer in advance if he was called out. I afforded him a friendly smile and wave. We’ve all had those days in our lives where we’ve run unfortunately if not fashionably late.

 

Razor:

 

Long before the rest of the staff had even gotten out of their beds, I had decided to get in a five mile run by taking to the forest trails that were part of the Camp grounds fitness trail. Today was going to be a long day. I knew that Eris had the task of checking the medical supplies first up, and knowing her as I did, she would have it done in record time. If she managed to have a coffee. Girl could be like a bear with a sore head without it. It was one of the quirks that I liked about her. Oh yeah, the kids thought she was great and had a wonderful bedside manner, but he knew that behind the sweet facade there could be a real tiger.

Jogging down the dirt trail, wearing my sweats and jogging shoes – I turned in for my dorm and took two steps at a time, before stopping to check my heart rate. I’d raised it enough to have worked up some sweat, and I lifted my arm to take a whiff.

~Pwoahhh~ I thought to myself. Yeah, I stank. A good shower and then I’d be able to join Eris at the Training ground. It was always a good idea to familiarize yourself with the latest group of campers, and also check in with Tim.

Tearing off my shirt, I hopped across the lino covered floor as I took off my pants, and then whipped off my briefs, before I got in under the shower. The jets of water were a welcome relief, and after washing my hair and body thoroughly, I stepped out of the glass cubicle, releasing a cloud of steam into the bathroom. As always I fogged up the mirror, and with a large wipe of my hand, I was staring at my dripping features. A good rub with the towel and I was able to dry myself down, shaking my head as water droplets cascaded all around me and onto the floor. The cleaning staff loved me. I gave them something to do.

Sliding open the door to my closet, I had a row of cotton shirts, all in light shades. Nothing flash really. I wouldn’t be what you regarded as a sensitive new age guy. I dressed for practicality, never fashion. Dressing in a white shirt, with jeans and of course my old faithful pair of boots – I slipped on my brown leather jacket and was now ready to face the day, and Eris.

It was a short walk down towards where Tim had a group of new campers at the ready, and it was pretty easy to spot Eris in amongst this lot. Having just released her hair from her trademark loose bun, it was actually nice to see her with her hair down. Sauntering up beside her with my hands buried deep in my pockets and I noticed that she was holding a cup of coffee. One that she must have been enjoying.

“Hazelnut? Where’s mine?” I joked with a slightly raised brow, before I turned my attention towards Tim and the campers. “Are we going to have enough bandages for this lot?”

I could have well answered that question myself of course, but there was nothing like making light of the first day back at work.

 

 

RPC – Loretta Sambala : Ice Witch of the North – PD

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” Light isn’t always good neither shadows are always evil. Light often plays with human eyes and pranks shadows.”

Name: Loretta Sambala
Age: 657 years, 26 in appearance
Race: Ice witch
Class: Ice Elemental
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Personality: Words to describe her would include wicked, cold, calculating, opportunistic, heartless, uncaring, dominating, bitchy

Status: Witch Elder of the North – Lands of Dyre
Alliance: Elders, Lavinia.

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Powers:
Plane shifting at will. Summoning ice trolls & demons, potion making, shape shifting.
Ice transmutation – ability to turn objects and people into ice sculptures
Ice Storm creation – Loretta can create ice storms, which results in the accumulation of at least 0.25-inch (6.4 mm) of ice on exposed surfaces. They are not violent storms, but instead commonly perceived as gentle rains occurring at temperatures just below freezing. The freezing rain from an ice storm covers everything with heavy, smooth glaze ice. In addition to hazardous driving or walking conditions, branches or even whole trees may break from the weight of ice. Note: Once an ice storm has begun, it may be very difficult to stop.

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Ice manipulation – also called Cryokinesis : Loretta can create, shape and manipulate ice, water frozen into a solid state and appears naturally in forms of snow, hail, icicles, ice spikes and candles, glaciers, pack ice, frost, and polar ice caps, and cold by reducing the kinetic energy of atoms and thus making things colder, for various effects and combinations.
Specialist power:
 Ice Attacks
Divided into two groups depending on whether they use Cold or Ice:
 Create/generate/increase, shape and manipulate cold for various effects, freezing areas of differing sizes/shapes and/or objects for several effects:
 Cold Energy Manipulation
 Frostbite to freeze anything to atomic levels making it fragile.
 Cellular Disintegration by causing frostbites that cannot be repaired.
 Create/generate/increase ice.
 Burrowing with choice between simply gliding through ice or leaving a tunnel.
 Ice Negation
 Shape, compress, and/or otherwise manipulate ice.
 Efficacy Manipulation including speed, density, hardness and/or sharpness.
 Shard Manipulation
 Cryokinetic Constructs including weapons, walls, armors or allies/servants.
 Move/lift ice at nearly any speed whether in/on a surface, air or water. One could even do this in vacuum of space if one has a way to survive the experience.
 Cryokinetic Surfing
 Elemental Flight using ice.

Limitations/Weaknesses: Extensive heat power or elemental, close to volcanic in temperature.

Personal Item(s): Ice Shard of Dyre. Loretta wears it around her neck. From the land of the North, a token from a Warlock lover.
Pet/Companion: Armoured Polar Bear

Background: Known as the Witch of the North, Loretta Sambala has a reputation for being a totally ice cold bitch. Long time friend of Lavinia, she has been granted the right to rule over the North lands of Dyre, which is a world of ice and snow. Preferring to wear armored suits as opposed to the more traditional witches garb, she is something of a war maiden, loving to get her hands dirty or in her case icy, when dealing with those that stand in the Elders way.

RPC – Shamus Gold aka The Dark One.

Name: Shamus Gold – The Dark One.

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Quote : “Let’s make a deal, shall we?”

Age: 1307 years

Race: Demonic wizard

Alliance: Only makes deals with who he chooses.

Status/Job: Collector of antiquities and deal broker.

Personality: Wicked, evil, scheming, manipulative, conniving, dangerous,

Relationship Status: Happily single

Orientation: Straight

Likes: Deals, fools, Sins, Knowledge, Power, Trinkets and Anarchy

Dislikes: Contemptuous idiots

Powers: Ability to grant wishes with powers once a deal has been signed. Forged upon a special parchment – that cannot be destroyed once it is signed. The Dark one uses his magical powers though they always come at a price to those that seek his services. He is also able to use powers such as shifting, spell casting, summoning, teleportation, realms walking, and weapon crafting. Can spin gold from straw when stressed – it helps relieve his ills.

Weapons: He is the Weapon.

Strengths: Ability to see opportunity and moves to strike when his target is in their greatest hour of need. Sensing emotional turbulence and then addressing it with a deal that is hard to refuse. Though he might explain the dangers in his deals, he works on the fact that when a person wants something bad enough, they will do anything to get it.

Limitations/Weaknesses: A dagger that bears his name, said to be hidden in the dark glade in an unmarked plot. Only the bearer of the dagger can control the Dark one from using his powers against others. The Dark one can be killed, but only with that same dagger. The name of the killer is then etched into the blade and thus they become the dark one as the powers are then transferred.

Background: ~Sitting on a tree stump, the creature known as the Dark One notices that he is being watched.

”Ah, there you are, children. Well, I’ve been waiting for you all to gather, and now that you have it is time to tell a story. In a land far far away, there were seven Princes of Hell. Each of them were ruled by their creed, being the Seven sins. Course, each had their fair share of problems. War..lost love…loss of a cock…loss of a face, and would you believe the loss of a hand. But in their strife’s and misfortunes, there comes a time when fate needs a little push. They don’t all know it yet, but I have been watching since the very beginning. Oh yes…comical as it has been up till now. But, my children, the gloves are off. I’ve been to see the Doctor, and before you ask why….I have my reasons. He has something that soon, many will want.”

~Grins~

”Are you ready to make a deal?”

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