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Amrita Academy - The School of the Gods (Sign-Ups)

Schade

Life's a ball
And with that surprisingly difficult history section, I can proudly announce that my SU is done. Huehuehuehueh
 

Hydrangea

I'm baby?
Staff member
Moderator
Alright couple things from me!

- Schadey-Poo is accepted
- First post is finally up to date once again
- I'll be sending in a request for a Discussion Thread momentarily
- You can expect the DT up before the roleplay, that's just how I roll and there's a few little planning things.
- RP to come, hmm, about 3 days after the DT goes up.


Individual things

- So we have an equal number of Gods and Demi-Gods assuming Sketchie completes everything, as such God SUs are closed for now. Demi-Gods are still cool and I'd love to possibly see some more Personifications (Heck, I may even make one)
- Katastrophea are also closed for the time being! Once the Lovers are finished we'll have like... 5. Which is quite a bit. As such humans, demi-gods and personifications are it for now.

- I got in touch with people with WIPs laying around, other than Sketchie and I haven't heard back from any of them? As such I'm taking their reserves off. (Not yours Sketchie, ur good). If any of you see this, feel free to VM me and I'll get you back up.

- Otherwise that's about it from me? I may pop in here with links when stuff goes live!
 

Sketchie

it's about the CUBES
ok new plan because i REALLY REALLY WANNA USE NICO OK MY S O N

Name: Nicolas Michael Vespero (Birthname: Sienna Maria Michaela Vespero)
Gender: Male, transboy
Age: 18
Year: Fourth
Theme Song: Troubled Child // Journey
Link to Spotify Playlist. (Comprised of Journey, AC/DC, Rise Against, Metallica, Bring Me the Horizon, etc. Mostly 80s - mid 00s.)

Class: Katastrophea
Arcana: I DON'T KNOW Death
Abilities: SOMETHING The card of death is not necessarily physical death -- rather the end of things, change, transformation. As such, Nico...
- Transformation: Nico can transform into creatures of dark omens. These include ravens, crows, black dogs, black cats, a black stallion, a rabbit for some reason... etc. The bigger the creature and the longer he stays transformed, the more energy.
- Your Standard Destructive Powers: Because destroying stuff means the end of stuff. So he can pull AWESOME BLACK MAGICKY STUFF around his hands and either use it as bolts or make it into claws and destroy stuff. Yas. More power = more energy.
- I've Been Thinking All These Visions Must Be A Sign So Hold On And Don't Let Go: He has a tendency to see "visions" of stuff being destroyed or hallucinations of things changing. With some energy, he can give these visions and hallucinations to others too.
Masquerading as: A GOTDAM FOOL Demi-God of Fate


Appearance: After two years of hormone replacement therapy, it is very difficult to tell that Nico was born female. Nigh impossible, even, unless he takes off his clothes in front of you. Nico is a medium height, about 5'6", and has a very lean build to him. He has two-years-of-testosterone-and-training kind of muscles, still somewhat new and smooth but a force to be reckoned with, with sturdy calves, forearms, and upper arms. His thighs are still pretty thick, much to Nico's dismay, but it's fat and muscle, so it's not too bad. His skin is a beautiful bronze from part heritage, part sunlight. It's a little dryer than most, especially on his knuckles, which are prone to cracking and bleeding. He has a small adam's apple, which he is very proud of (but only in secret). Even before testosterone, he was blessed with a sharp and edged facial structure, and it became more prominent with the loss of fat in his cheeks. He has a strong jaw, strong brow, and prominent cheekbones, and his nose is slim and straight. His hair is a dark brown with black undertones, and he spikes up his bangs whenever possible. The back and sides of his head are shaved short, showing off a squared hairline, and when left down his bangs fall above his eyebrows a bit. He keeps himself clean shaven, though he's known to change it up every now and then, just to prove he can grow facial hair. Though his body is primarily shaded in tones of brown, his eyes are a bright and striking baby blue. His ears are pierced, and he keeps black studs through his earlobes and a black ring through his upper left cartilage. His lower left lip is pierced, and there's a black stud through that. Though on the outside he looks perfectly masculine, and even if he took only his shirt off you'd still have doubts, he hides B-cup breasts under a binder.

His clothing is kept very simple. He often wears muscle tanks to both hide a binder and show off biceps, and they're usually either band merch or some shade of gray. He really only ever wears dark jeans -- either skinny jeans or only slightly loose jeans, you'll never catch him in anything baggy. Ever. his jeans are usually scuffed and torn because of how he lives his life. He'll wear shorts every now and then, but it's not a huge part of his style. He wears gray converse nearly all the time, and if he's not wearing those, he's wearing black combat boots, again fairly scuffed because of life. He prefers functionality over fashion, the clothes he wears all fit into the categories of "I can fight in this" and "this hides any sort of curve left on my mostly curveless body." He does occasionally wear a pair of blue headphones around his neck. Under his shirt he wears a white half binder (covers the chest, but doesn't go down to the hips).

He can always be found wearing three pieces of jewelry: a thick celtic knot ring on his left middle finger, a thin banded ring on his right middle finger, and a corded crucifix necklace.

He can dress up, put on makeup, take off the binder, etc., and still pass as female. He'd rather not do this, but he can do it.

Personality: Nico is the moment a bomb goes off. Every part of him is big and loud and hot. His emotions run very high, no matter the feeling. He is passionate about everything, and every argument is enough to get worked up over, because everything means something to this kid. He has an incredibly short temper, however, and his passion can flare into fury easily. He's known to get into fist fights over a lot of things, and often comes home with bruises and bloodied knuckles. He ends up being very sensitive inwardly and can be very insensitive outwardly. He says what he means, and when it comes to his head. He has no impulse control, and ends up making a lot of stupid mistakes by running off of his anger. To make matters worse, he's incredibly stubborn, and will stand for his beliefs no matter what. His emotional outbursts tend to be loud and very violent. He's very confident in his masculinity, and if you dare question it, you've got another thing coming. Nico is masculine as hell and will fight you on it. He wants to be powerful, and will not be seen as weak.

Justice is what drives Nico -- or rather, Nico's version of justice is what drives Nico. He doesn't want innocent people to get hurt, and gets very angry when injustices are committed. You should never hurt an innocent, it's alright to hurt someone only if it's justified. He is vengeful, and holds a grudge until the price has been paid. It's very difficult for him to forgive, even when all has been atoned for. He's very protective of those he loves, and when he loves, he loves deeply. If he cares about someone, he gives them all he has. Deep down, he's a good kid. He has good intentions. He just wants to see the world work together, and it pains him that people hurt others and get away with it. It's this sadness that fuels his anger. It bleeds into everything, and he can get very explosive even with minor inconveniences. Nico has a decent sense of humor, and likes being around people. He wants to be loved. He wants to fit in and have friends. He wants acceptance.

Nico hates being so angry. He's angry at his own anger, and tends to take it out on himself. He hates feeling so out of control. He's reckless and self-destructive, and doesn't care what happens to him. He so desperately wants a handle on his life, but that feeling seems to go away when he gets into one of his moods. Once he's calmed down, his mistakes hit him like a train, and it hurts. He punishes himself internally, berating himself until he's numb. He's terrified of abandonment and losing who he is. He's scared one day he's going to severely hurt someone he loves, and he'll never be able to make it up to them. Nico doesn't know what's wrong with him, he wants to be better, but doesn't know how. He knows he's getting worse, which makes him angry, which makes him angry about being angry. It's a downward spiral, and he feels trapped and stuck.

[Nico has Borderline Personality Disorder and doesn't know it. He also has processing issues, and it can take him a moment to process auditory signals into useful information. Noisy environments make it worse.]

Nico is very outgoing, and when he's not being wrathful, he's a good person to be around. He enjoys making and listening to music. His favorite things to listen to are Journey, Bring Me the Horizon, Genesis, Metallica... lots of rock n roll, especially 80s rock. (He has a soft spot in his heart for Lady Gaga though, Judas is one of his favorite songs.) He plays the violin very well, and loves its delicate sound. He's very athletic, and likes soccer games and going for long runs. He's known for fist fighting under anger, but he does enjoy a good match with friends, as long as the other person's okay with it. He loves math, and staying up way too late looking at memes on the internet. He's become a pretty decent programmer by screwing around with making websites, and takes pride in his various tumblr blog themes. He doesn't mind if he gets flack for being Catholic -- that's what he believes in, that's what he will believe in. (This whole gods/demi-gods thing has to be nonsense). He is empathetic, and very caring. Nico is brave, and won't back down in the face of danger, especially if it means protecting people he loves. He loves pokemon and he loves his friends and he loves light and he loves love. And he wants to protect that love.

History: Nico was born in the Italian countryside, to parents Cynthia and Lovino Vespero. They were very Catholic, and Nico was baptized as Sienna Maria Vespero. Two years later, Cynthia gave birth to another girl, Cecilia, and quickly the two children became close friends. The Vesperos were well off, Lovino was a working man in a high paying job, and Cynthia was born into a family of wealth. Unfortunately, Cynthia and Lovino's marriage was tempest tossed, and the two never stopped fighting. Lovino was very harsh in his dealings, not very loving at all, and Cynthia hated it to no end. One day, shortly before Nico's third birthday, Cynthia disappeared, with only a note that her wealth would go solely to her two children. Lovino was angered, but kept her wishes, and split her money evenly between Nico and Cecilia.

Lovino was not a loving caregiver. He believed in strictness and being harsh, that being soft with a child wouldn't get you anywhere. From a young age Nico and Cecilia were constantly berated for every tiny mistake, Lovino's voice splintering every soft part you could find. They went to mass every Sunday, not a day was missed no matter what, and it became somewhat of a haven for the two children -- no one could yell at them in church. Lovino wasn't nearly as harsh on Cecilia, after all, she was two years younger, but there was also a bit of anger directed at Nico. Lovino wanted a first born son, he wanted a son, and instead he got two daughters. Nico, as sensitive as he was, easily picked up on this anger. He knew he was a disappointment to his father, but he didn't understand why. He got good grades in elementary school, he (mostly) got along with the other kids, he had just started the violin like his father said to, and he and his sister were the picture perfect children.

All through elementary school, however, Nico always felt off. He hated dresses, he hated having to be with the girls all the time, he hated long hair and makeup and pink and he didn't know why. It angered him, that he was never like any of the other girls. He found himself flaring up more and more often, getting angry over things he didn't think he'd have to be angry over. He didn't understand why he kept getting hit over tiny little things, why he was called a "stupid little girl" over and over again for one step out of place, why he felt so out of place. He got into his first fistfight in third grade. All the other boy said was "stupid little girl," and everything snapped. Nico couldn't help himself. He decked the other boy so hard, pouring his anger and rage into his fists.

Their small city in the countryside was fairly sheltered, add to that a heavily Catholic father, Nico and Cecilia didn't know much anything about the outside world. Shortly after Nico's first fight, Lovino was given a new job opportunity in Rome. The move really opened both children's eyes. Things changed. Middle school and puberty was hell for Nico. He knew exactly what was changing in his body, but he hated all of it. Lovino slowly got worse, and while he never got Catherine Pelzer abusive, it was the slow and steady stream of anger and hatred that filled the house. Nico soaked it all up. Cecilia, sweet, charming Cecilia, seemed to repulse it. While many children in Nico and Cecilia's financial group went to various private schools, Lovino enrolled the two in a local public school. In all honesty, Nico and Cecilia were perfectly fine with this, and they found a far better group of friends. Nico's fighting problem seemed to get worse, but no matter. In 6th grade, Nico began to get ready for his confirmation, but in going to public school, you're introduced to concepts you'd never hear in a Catholic country or from a Catholic father.

Concepts like "homosexual" and "transgender."

Though he knew his church would never accept him, he couldn't help but feel drawn to that second concept. It held the answers. It told him why he felt like he would break down whenever he had to wear a dress. It told him why his hips and breasts screamed at him in the mirror, telling him they were Wrong. These concepts told him why in the dead of night, his sister confessed that she didn't understand why the other girls thought boys were attractive, and did you see how pretty Kendall Jenner is? But there are things that can only be confessed in the dead of night. Suddenly, Nico knew everything, but he was scared. What would anyone think? He'd be hated. Cecilia could get hurt. Neither of these things could happen. Nico went into denial about everything, and threw himself into studies of academia and the gospel, and beating the living daylights out of those who questioned him. At his confirmation, he chose Michaela as his saint name. St. Michael had always inspired him as a protector, and he wanted to be one of those.

But things tend to fall apart in these kinds of situations.

Nico found himself getting furious over the tiniest things, and, to his horror, he found himself becoming like his father. He felt awful, trying to tell himself that everything he felt was a lie, that he was wrong, that he wasn't really feeling it. It was only in mid-8th grade when he accidentally confided in a good friend of his that he realized he wasn't evil. That he was just... the way he was. God didn't hate him, and he shouldn't hate him either. He chose the name Nicolas on impulse, and hearing "Nico" seemed to soothe his crying heart.

High school was fun for Nico. Orchestra was fun. Wrestling was fun. Skipping class with friends was fun. He loved the attention! He began to dress neutrally like his friends, and listen to his friends' music like they did. The only not so fun part was handling the principal after getting into yet another fight, and handling his dad afterwards. The tensions between Lovino and Nico were soon hitting a breaking point, until the angry father/passive child dynamic shattered. The tension snapped and both parties knew Nico had control. Lovino never thought his own child would strike at him, but it happened. All of Nico's rage and anger of being mistreated and ignored came flooding out, and it was clear who had the stronger will. The answer is they both did. Lovino was set in his ways, and refused to stop what he thought was the correct way to raise a child. Nico reflected his mother's kinder side, but had a sharpened edge like his father. In one of their fights, when Nico was 14-almost-15, Nico (angrily) explained everything to Lovino. He made it clear that he was never to be called a girl ever again, that his name was Nicolas Michael Vespero, and he will be addressed as such. That he will never be wearing a dress ever again. That he will be undergoing hormone replacement therapy, and if he had to do it legally or illegally he didn't care. Lovino, although angry with Nico's outburst, was admittedly intrigued at the prospect of a son, even if Nico would never truly be a son in the church's eyes.

And thus, Nico found himself taking testosterone shots, every other Tuesday. In Nico's eyes, he had basically won. He was 15, and even though Lovino kept hitting them as he pleased, Nico didn't care. He got what he wanted. And he knew that Lovino knew that Nico could take him down at any time. At this point, putting up with his father was more of a game, a trial of endurance, proof that he could do anything. Who cares if he got hurt? He was alive.

Poor, poor Cecilia was not.

Though her older brother, now out and enjoying himself, continued to love his faith, Cecilia felt trapped. There was no way to escape her feelings. Unlike Nico, however, Cecilia knew how to hide everything about her. She had her first girlfriend in 7th grade, hidden from sight on both ends of the scale. Cecilia didn't even confide in her brother, who she'd tell everything to. She knew she'd have to leave her faith if she wanted to keep going like this. Maybe Nico could, but she couldn't. She wasn't as strong. She was never as strong. She was soft and quiet and things hurt her. No one can know, no one can know.

And then they did. Somehow, Lovino found out about his daughter and her girlfriend. Everything shifted once more. What used to be a battle between aggressive father and aggressive son became a fight between aggressive father and sensitive daughter. Nico felt overwhelming hatred towards his father, not just because he began to hurt sweet, innocent Cecilia, but because that attention was his. It was his job to be berated and pushed around and punished for small things! Not Cecilia! He wanted that attention back. His anger was off the wall, trying to get that attention back, tripping every wire, and yet... nothing. Nothing worked. He felt terrible. He knew he shouldn't be like this, that he had to do something, but what? What could he do? His life was filled with anger and wrath, it seemed as though he could know no other emotion. Once more, Nico was faced with the shadow of being trapped. No way out.

Nico felt out of control. Everything felt out of his control, and he was angered. He was angry because his sister was hurting for no reason. That summer, they went back to the countryside, back to their old home. Nico prayed that maybe, just maybe, a calmer situation could help him get rid of everything that made him bad, that maybe with a clear head, he could rescue Cecilia. He could get attention back. He could save his sister! Everything would work perfectly.

Nico and Cecilia only spent one night in the room they shared, all those years ago. Nico was excited, it had been so long since they had been home, and he was excited to reminisce with his sister. Cecilia was happy for her brother, but there were darker thoughts on her mind. Nico noted that Cecilia seemed quieter than usual, but she shook it off, and soothed her brother, saying she was perfectly fine. They said goodnight, and turned off the light. And when they turned it back on, there was Cecilia, a prescription bottle in one hand and a note in the other.

The funeral services were beautiful. Nico gave a eulogy, and had to stop himself from crying. His sister was gone. Fourteen years of confiding in each other, fourteen years of her light, fourteen years of the only thing keeping everything from permanently shattering -- gone. Sure, it meant that his missing mother's riches now all belonged to him, but what does that matter when the light of your life is gone? When the person you knew you had to protect died right next to you? Cecilia was buried in a mountain cemetery, where she would never be hurt again, where she would never be held again.

That last day he was home is seared into Nico's mind. Sure, he had been impulsive in the past -- alcohol, fist fights, boys -- but never this impulsive. His heart ached still for the loss of his sister, and his head burned with hatred for his father. The note Cecilia held in her hand was simple. It said that she couldn't handle her father, that she was sorry and prayed for forgiveness, and to tell Nicolas and Katarina that she loved them. Nico blamed all of this on Lovino, and wanted to make sure he'd suffer. Fortunately for him, his father called him into his study. Wary, Nico confronted his father. Lovino told him that he was a being stronger than God himself, stronger than any god or goddess to ever be believed in. He was a katastrophea. He, Lovino Vespero, was the arcana of Death. And he was dying. The arcana needed a new host, and Nico would be the perfect candidate. All he needed was a sacrifice, and he had a perfect one. Him.

Nico didn't waste any time. The arcana made a quick shift, and it was all over for Lovino. Nico took a horrifying, vengeful pleasure in the destruction of his father. The arcana was pleased, this child would be perfect.

He took his belongings from the house, his laptop, ipod, violin, clothes, scriptures... he didn't want much, he didn't want to remember this hellhole, so he only took what he needed. He had nothing left in Italy. His mother had left years ago, his sister was dead, and his father was finally good and gone. Anger pulsed through his system, shutting down any impulse control he had left.

And so, Nico set the stove on fire.

He watched the gas burn, dancing as it billowed up to the ceiling. It caught onto everything around it, slithering around the entire kitchen wall. He promptly walked out the door, hands in his pockets, playing with the fire alarm batteries he had taken out just earlier. No one would know that the Vespero house was on fire until the whole thing was alight, and Nico was gone. No one knew why it started, it was written off as an accident. But Nico knew. A part of him wishes he had stayed to watch the thing burned to ash.

And another part of him wished he had burned with it.

Nico spent a few weeks at a friend's house, before a letter requesting his presence at Amrita came through the mail. He didn't know how the hell they knew he was here, but it must be super important if he did. And so, he left Italy far behind him. He found his place at the school, and oh, Lord, what fools these Gods be...

Other: Nico is very Catholic, and uses it as a way to not go completely flying off the handle. He has a rosary necklace that he keeps safe in a velvet pouch in his bag. Admittedly, he feels very alienated from his church -- being transgender and all -- but he refuses to give up his faith. He misses Sunday mass, and is his biggest problem moving to the school.

Nico likes boys, the end.

Nico speaks perfect Italian, speaks with an Italian accent, and yes, he talks with his hands.

Nico is totally okay with feeding. He's angry and volatile and a force to be reckoned with.
 
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Sketchie

it's about the CUBES
right okay so Nani and Nico are nice and done so here is another sign up in another post because I am 100% pretty sure i would go over the text limit and YES these are bad sign ups I DON'T WANNA WRITE CRAZY ONES RN

Name: Lucas Spenser Moncrief
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Year: Fourth

Class: Demi-God (Technically Demi-Titan, Mnemosyne is a titaness and not a god. Picky details.)
Domain: God of Melody and Memory
Abilities:
- Titanium: Lucas is crazy strong and crazy durable. He's pretty speedy and agile too, but strength and durability are his primary, ah, strengths. He gets this from his Titaness mother.
- Melody: Lucas is arguably one of the best musicians in the school, if not the best. As a son of Mnemosyne, he is a brother to the muses, and has the artistic talents like them. His voice is smooth and melodic, and he has a very impressive range and repertoire. As mentioned later in his personality, he excels at playing the viola and the guitar, but nigh any instrument comes naturally to him. Lately he's been very into the harp. People are naturally drawn to his music, and he can toy with their emotions once they're captivated. This can be fought, obviously. Another thing, his voice is often compared to bells in clarity and timbre. This is from his mother.
- Memory: Lucas's memory is crystal clear. He can remember literally everything. (This can come in handy, but for an abused boy, sometimes it haunts him.) Not only that, but he can help others remember things too. He can give them visions of the memory they need to see, and he can pull other people into said memory vision. The visions have a sort of dream like haze to them.
- Calling: Lucas is apparently a disney princess, because can "call" woodland creatures to his aid with certain melodies. Different creatures have different melodies attached to them, though his favorite is the one to call bluebirds. He can also summon various other birds, deer, squirrels and chipmunks, rabbits, mice, horses, foxes, and raccoons.
- Arcana: The book he received from Mnemosyne when she came to visit was a book of spells, various chants and melodies to be sung or played to gain a desired effect. Some will create balls of sound energy for him to do as he pleases, others will enchant an object and move it around (think Yondu's arrow). Some create light, some create darkness, some reveal, some hurt, some protect. In essence, he's a mage of all trades, but his spells aren't really anything to write home about.
- Prayer: One of the spells, a hymn to the gods, transforms Lucas into something of a titan himself. (Still very much a half titan, though, and his physical body doesn't change.) He gains wings of pure sound, a hood, cape, and pants of cream silk, a red sash, and a brown vest, along with bronze arm bands and anklets. This prayer also heightens his physical strength and his vocal projection. When he flies, one can hear a faint sound of bells.
Parents: Mnemosyne (Titan of Memory, Mother of the Muses) and Luana Cranford, Isaac Morgenstern as Luana's husband.


Appearance: Lucas is gorgeous. In my opinion, anyway. He stands tall at 6' 3", has some build to him. While his coloration suggests otherwise, his features are very German. His head is somewhat long, with a well defined chin and angular features. He has a strong jawline, and sharp cheekbones. He has short, pitch black hair that lately he's been keeping down, his bangs brushing his eyebrows, and thin, well trimmed sideburns that end just below his ear. His eyes are expressive and emerald green, decorated with long, dark eyelashes. He has thin lips that are usually drawn up in a smile and an angular nose. His teeth are unnervingly straight and white, and very pointed in some places. His ears are pierced, and he wears all sorts of different kinds of earrings, his favorites being silver crosses and simple black studs. His body is fairly proportional, with toned arms and legs. His hands are averaged sized, and his feet are a little larger than average. His core muscles are very well defined (or, to put it bluntly, he has abs), and he's been told he has very nice biceps. His collarbones and hipbones are very well defined. He has several self-made scars. On his left wrist he has the X scar, as well as two other horizontal scars just above them. He also has a couple on his left shoulder and bicep. The rest of them are on his upper thighs, and they're pretty long. He also has two longer scars, one on his left pectoral and the other on his right hip, though they are very faded.

When he's not all dressed up, Lucas is honestly pretty casual in dress. He's typically wearing some tank top or another, usually in shades of either green or gray. He has a collection of various skinny jeans and shorts, and switches back between the two often. He likes wearing converse, or no shoes at all. Lucas isn't necessarily lazy, he just has a very specific aesthetic, and that aesthetic happens to be very simple and neutral. He does, however, put effort into his appearance when he needs to dress fancily, and has a collection of assorted Interesting Ties (also known as his Dad Ties. He really likes ties, okay.).

Personality: Lucas is an upbeat kind of guy, kind and always has other's best interest at heart. He adores making friends and being surrounded by people. He usually has a smile on his face, and is always happy to help his friends. He loves the attention, he loves the lights, he loves being loved. He's incredibly romantic and spontaneous, coming up with activities on the spot is a natural talent of his. He's passionate about everything he does, even the small things. Lucas is an incredibly talented musician, and can play nearly any instrument he tries because of how long and how hard he's worked at it. He's especially proficient in viola, guitar, and vocals, and is usually humming one tune or another. If you watch him fight, you'll notice he fights to a rhythm, and you might even see him counting the beats out. He's also quite responsible, and very good at managing finances. Lucas is empathetic, incredibly empathetic, and can easily figure out what others are feeling, and his emotions will match theirs.

He enjoys a wide variety of pursuits besides music, athletics being one of them. Though he's never been good at sports involving a ball, he's a talented ice skater and ballroom dancer, and he's also very good at fistfighting. He likes going to the gym, especially when he's in a bad mood, because working out and getting stronger helps him feel again, and get his mind off things. He loves the delicateness of ice skating and ballroom dancing, and has become very strong through a lot of lifting other people up in both areas. He does enjoy a good video game from time to time, but he prefers storyline over anything else. Pokemon has always been a favorite for him because of this, and he adores Banette, having one on every game possible. He hates alcohol, as it makes his symptoms worse, and refuses to drink it. He also hates coffee. He's also a cuddler, and can be very very touchy and huggy and "dude let's hold hands aw ye."

However, he's easily annoyed, and his annoyance is usually shown by explosive anger. His emotions are extreme than normal (i.e. he gets really angry by simple annoyances), especially the more negative emotions. His reactions with other people tend to be more intense also, and he doesn't handle criticism, unkindness, or rejection well. He's clingy and dependant, often having a "favorite person" who he's always trying to get attention from. Though Lucas is incredibly skilled at emotional empathy (knowing and feeling what others are feeling), he lacks cognitive empathy (knowing what others are thinking basically). If someone around him is upset, he'll automatically believe himself to be the cause even if he's done absolutely nothing. He's sensitive to sudden changes in attention (be it an increasement or decreasement), and if there's a sudden decrease in attention he often starts panicking. Lucas can't focus very well, and is also very impulsive, never really thinking things through. He can also be very moody, and occasionally goes through periods of "swinging," usually an hour or so of extreme mood swings. He has absolutely no sense of self, and clings to the things he's good at or praised for in hopes of keeping some personality he can call his own.

Lucas's greatest fears are being alone and being abandoned. Lucas will usually try to make friends wherever he goes because of this. He cannot stand being alone, and insists he always has someone with him. He doesn't sleep well if there isn't someone nearby (nearby being, someone else in the house). Due to terrible, violent nightmares, he has to take medications to suppress his dreams. Lucas tends to shut down when he's alone, which can lead to dissociation or cutting. Lucas can sometimes feel hollow or empty, which hurts quite a bit for not being able to feel anything during those periods. While he's made great strides in managing his self-harm problem, Lucas will occasionally relapse and cut himself. It's especially triggered by anger, feeling "hollow," sadness, rejection, or being alone. He hates himself, and blames himself for his father's death. He believes he's unsalvageable, unworthy of love and affection, even though that's exactly what he wants. Though he normally functions well, he is terrified he'll lose control and everything will come crashing down around him.

Though Lucas struggles with mental illness (PTSD and BPD, specifically), he has made great strides in keeping it all under control, and to most people it would seem nothing was ever wrong in the first place.

Some specifics to this roleplay, Lucas is still in high school and hasn't really calmed down yet. He's a bright ball of Let's Do Everything!! This means doing the best he can in the highest class he can take, doing All of the Musics, doing theatre, etc. etc. etc. God help this twit.

History: Trigger warning for abuse, self harm, suicide, murder... suffice it to say that Lucas Moncrief's history is likely the worst out of all of my characters.

Lucas was born to Luana and Isaac Maxwell. Isaac and Luana were an arranged marriage -- Luana was the heir to Cranford and Company of England, Isaac the heir to Morningstar Incorporated of Germany. As part of the agreement, neither could take on the other's last name, but they chose a middle ground. Maxwell was chosen because it was an English name, the origin of Cranford, and it began with M, for Morgenstern.

However... Isaac is...... Not The Father! Luana did a bit of affair-ing. She wound up at a posh English gala, a masquerade, and ended up with a very lovely Mediterranean girl to end the night with. Whoops. Shortly after, Luana found herself pregnant, and because this is how biology works, they didn't suspect anything.

Due to Isaac not wanting Lucas to grow up overly pampered and sheltered, they moved from Germany to America when Lucas was four, where would enjoy a relatively normal life (though, let's be honest, they were so well off they could live just about anywhere they wanted). Isaac loved Lucas very much, and spent a lot of time with him. A couple months before Lucas started school at five, Luana became pregnant with her second child. Tragically, it ended in a miscarriage late second trimester. After that, Luana was never the same. She started to be more introverted, spending more time with herself than with Lucas or Isaac, and she started to be much more violent and unpredictable, yelling at Lucas for the silliest things. Isaac started to worry about Lucas, but unfortunately, work got in the way. Isaac's parents died shortly before they moved to America, and Luana's was very ill. Though Lucas was set to be the heir to combine the two companies/families, as he was only five years old, Isaac took his place in managing things, requiring increasingly more time overseas in Germany. This, sadly, allowed Luana to get worse. The abuse got worse and worse, and while I, Sketchie, know what happens to this poor boy, due to its incredibly disturbing nature will not be revealing past Luana beating Lucas nearly every day. The scar on his pectoral and side were both created by Luana. Luana created a system of warped rules, that Lucas strictly followed (punishment could range from another beating, to being forced to stay up all night, to being starved a day or two). He lost his voice, never speaking a word at his house. But he would sing. In the dead of night, when he was certain his mother was asleep, he would make up little melodies for himself. And he sang songs of hope for the future. "But Sketchie!" someone from the corner whines. "Child Protection Services!!" Oh, sweetie from the corner, worse things happen that go right past CPS. With Luana's incredible knack at being motherly when everyone was watching (including her own husband, who mostly lived in Germany due to work), everyone thought the problem was in Lucas, not Luana.

Life continued like this until around the time Lucas was ten years old. Four days before Lucas's tenth birthday, his mother had accidentally stabbed him in the side. The wound required staples to be put in for the first little while. Early morning two days before Lucas's tenth birthday, Lucas had a particularly bad dream. In his thrashing and tearing at himself, some of the staples were torn out, waking him. As you can guess, there was blood everywhere -- both from the newly opened wound, and the places where the staples had ripped. Lucas panics and tries in vain to hide his sobbing and to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, both efforts were in vain, and Isaac, who had just arrived home, heard the soft commotion. Isaac enters Lucas's room to find the tear-stained blood-stained boy, and immediately takes him back to the ER to get everything patched up again. When the doctors lifted off Lucas's shirt, Isaac noticed just how thin Lucas had become, as well as a myriad of bruises and a stitched up wound next to his sternum. Isaac is shocked, and very confused. On the way home, Isaac asks Lucas where he got his injuries. Lucas, sick and tired of keeping it all in, gushes to his father about everything that had happened over the past five years. Isaac is heartbroken to hear his son's tale, and decided that it had to end tonight.

You would think this is where we get a happy ending, but I'm merely writing a history planned two years ago, and alas, there is no happy ending for the Maxwell family. Isaac had a handgun. It had been passed down for generations and would go to Lucas when he came of age. It was truly gorgeous, blue tulips adoring an ivory grip. It was kept in a safe that only the eldest of each generation knew the code to. Unfortunately, Isaac made a fatal mistake. He left the safe unlocked, giving Luana access to the gun only two months prior. December 18th. Lucas tells Isaac all. Isaac is racked with guilt at being such a neglectful father for five years. Isaac waits for Lucas to go to bed, before confronting Luana. Everything snaps. Luana pulls the gun from somewhere nearby (she had been using it to scare Lucas only a few days earlier) and begins to fire. One shot through the light bulb. One shot through the floor. One shot through the piano. One shot through the window. One shot through Isaac's knee. Isaac cries out. A neighbor has been awoken. They are afraid, but for all the wrong reasons. Luana, calm and collected and insane, sets the gun down on the table. She walks into Lucas's room, takes him by the ear and slams him out of bed. She then drags Lucas into the dining room, and sets Lucas across from his father. Luana goes off on some rant, though her speech is slurred and incomprehensible. One shot through the lightbulb. One shot through the kitchen floor. One shot through the piano. One shot through the window. One shot through Isaac's knee.

One shot through Isaac's head.

In one quick motion, Luana had grabbed the gun, and shot her husband through the temple. She walked over to Lucas and placed the gun to his head. A neighbor awoke a long time ago. They are afraid, but for all the wrong reasons. They called the police, afraid for the Maxwell household. The trigger is pulled. The gun never fires. Police break down the doors. They rescue a dead father, a disowned mother, and a broken son.

With Isaac dead, and Luana in prison, Lucas couldn't stay in his home. Both of Isaac's parents were dead, and Luana's parents were living in Belgium, dying. Lucas had a godfather in Germany, but both he and the caseworker decided it wasn't suitable for Lucas to travel all the way to Germany, so Lucas was put into foster care. He went to a couple houses around the city, before coming to the Moncrief home. Elaine and Ollie Moncrief were a nice couple, and had been married for seven years. They already had a child, five-year-old Matthew, and Elaine was pregnant with another son, to be named Markus. Elaine was a mechanical engineer, and Ollie was a doctor. Elaine and Ollie took Lucas into their home gladly, and after a few months Lucas was adopted. Lucas abandoned the Maxwell name, and took on the Moncrief name. But, the years of abuse and the traumatic night of his father's death had taken a toll on the boy. He refused to speak unless spoken to, and cried if anyone raised their voices too loud. Elaine, an abuse survivor herself, aided in Lucas's recovery. One month after Lucas arrived at the Moncrief home was the first time he said a word unprompted, and you could see the relief and joy in Elaine's and Ollie's eyes. However, around this time began the nightmares. Turbulent, terrorizing, violent nightmares that shook Lucas to the core, leaving him tossing and screaming night after night. Though Lucas had already been seeing a psychiatrist, they took him to a specialized doctor to see what was going on. Everything pointed to Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and Lucas was put on medication to suppress the nightmares.

The nightmares stopped. Lucas simultaneously got better and he got worse. He began to talk more. He stopped singing solely at night, and began to sing whenever he felt. Elaine bought him a guitar and a viola for his 11th and 12th birthday, hoping music would help heal the pain. And it helped to an extent. Lucas got better. Lucas got worse. As time went on, it was evident something was seriously wrong. He was so incredibly irritable and moody. And reckless. Mostly in terms of sexuality. He lost his virginity when he was only fourteen, and since has had partner after partner after partner. Life was a game and Lucas was too angry and in so much pain that he didn't care what happened to him. He just wanted to play. Needless to say, Elaine was concerned, and began to take him to another psychiatrist. After months of evaluation and attempted therapy, they reluctantly diagnosed him with Borderline Personality Disorder. Over time and with several therapy sessions, Lucas was able to straighten things out again, and learned how to control his emotions. To a point. It's a process. Lucas’s youngest brother, Johnathan, was born when he was 15, for anyone curious. (Speaking of being 15, he got drunk once at 15, but was raped by his boyfriend at the time, so alcohol is out. He’s taken ketamine once, but it gave him a bad trip, and messed with his nightmare medication for a few weeks. Drugs are also out.)

Skipping back a little bit. When Lucas was twelve years old, things were clear that their son was just... extraordinary. He was only twelve, but his strength exceeded that of a regular boy his age, hell, even boys his age who were into sports. Puberty really took thi boy by storm, growing more beautiful day by day. (You should see him when he's fully grown, hot DAMN.) His musical abilities grew in leaps and bounds; it was almost like he remembered everything he was ever told. This makes sense, because the Moncriefs were about to be visited by a certain someone. There was a knock on the door, and Elaine opened it to a beautiful Mediterranean woman with long, luscious locks, vibrant green eyes, and a voice that sounded like bells. She explained she was Lucas's mother, an immortal, a titan named Mnemosyne. Elaine gave her The Look, explaining she wasn't into games like this. Mnemosyne took Elaine's hand and showed her a vision of the gala twelve years ago, the Mediterranean girl in her cream and red dress, and Luana, a beautiful woman with pitch dark hair, dancing and laughing alongside her. Once again, Mnemosyne told Elaine that she was Lucas's mother, and this time, Elaine was inclined to believe her. She took her into her home, and showed her to Lucas. Mnemosyne gave her son a book, a book of chants and poems and hymns, a book that was once hers.

Mnemosyne would visit her son when she could, and they would play and sing together. Lucas didn't mind it and neither did his family -- he was already a branch grafted onto a different tree, it didn't matter that he had a supernatural mother. Lucas grew into a fine young man, showing off Luana's jet black hair, and Mnemosyne's striking green eyes. When it was time for him to start attending high school, he received a letter of acceptance into Amrita, a school for gods and demi-gods and the like. He was excited to finally meet people like him. He didn't see his mother as much after being accepted, but you could tell she was at least trying.

Lucas's life went on as normal as it could be until he was 17, during the summer before his fourth year. One fateful night, when the rest of his family were out of the house, and Lucas was alone, he started to go into his panic mode. Trying to suppress it, he made himself a nice warm bath, and just soaked. Then he started to think, and his thoughts spiraled out of control. He started thinking that he was truly alone, that he had been abandoned by everyone. Not having people in the house made it worse. Somehow, his mind found a conclusion - it would be better if I didn't exist. In his state of cloudy thinking, he grabbed his razor from the counter, took a deep breath, and cut two slits in his left wrist. He leaned back, watching his blood color the water red, and fell asleep.

When Lucas woke up, he was in the hospital, an IV in his arm and his family gathered by his bed. Elaine told him that when they had come home, Matthew had found him unconscious in bloodstained water. Freaked out, Matthew told Elaine and Ollie. From the time Lucas slit his wrist to the time the rest of the Moncrief family found him, Lucas had lost a lot of blood, and was as pale as snow. Ollie found a way to stop the bleeding, bandage the cut, and dress Lucas quickly. They took him to the hospital where Ollie worked, and were able to give him a blood transfusion. After a few days, Lucas was able to go home. After a long talk with his parents, Lucas retired to his room to think. As he thought, he realized something. The pain he felt when he cut himself... felt good. Not good in a fulfilling way, but there was a release. He confined himself to his room, and once again brought the blade to his wrist, though he didn't cut as deep that time. For a time, it was very out of control, and scars appeared on his shoulder and mostly his thighs. He knows that he either has to fight it, or it will take over, but he doesn't really know what to do or how to do it. So it's still happening.

He is currently in his fourth year at Amrita. He's known for being a little bit of a casanova, but can you blame him? Hot tall guy who can sing and play the guitar and write songs about you. Why wouldn't you go for that?

Other: Very bisexual. Speaks German. Drives a 1965 Volkswagen beetle, it's black and it has spikes running up the hood. Ridiculously Rich.
 
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Monster Guy

Fairy type Trainer
Sketchie is a bad influence! But I can't resist having Lucas and Max together in an RP. :p

Name: Maxwell "Max" Hudson
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Year: Fourth

Class: Personification
Monster: Unicorn
Abilities:

Shapeshifting: He can change between fully human, half human half unicorn (similar to Equestria Girls, but not quite the same) and full unicorn forms. Since the horn has to be out in order to use his other abilities, he spends most of his time in the half human half unicorn form.

Healing: Unicorn magic has the power to heal wounds and sicknesses. It makes unicorn horns highly sought after, and it's the reason why Max's mother always kept her unicorn heritage a secret from humans.

Telekinesis: He can use magic to levitate things with his horn. He's gotten very good at it, and can levitate multiple objects at once. It's useful for multitasking.

Magical Beams: He can shoot beams of rainbow colored magic from his horn. They can deal damage, or create a cool light show.

Magic: Max has the ability to channel and manipulate magical energy through his horn. This means he has the potential to cast magic spells if he knows what he's doing. The above spells are what he knows how to do right now, but he can learn more if he put effort in. The more powerful the magic he tries to use, the more of a strain it is on him.

Animal Communication: When in full unicorn form, Max can speak and understand animal fluently.

Enhanced Physical Traits and Heightened Senses: Max's stamina, strength, endurance, and agility are enhanced while he is in full unicorn form. He also has enhanced senses and night vision, regardless of which form he's in.

Long lived: While not immortal, Max will live a long life. The same as a Demigod.

Appearance:




As a human, Max is a tall and lean young man standing at 6'3". He is physically fit, and has a, toned, well muscled, physique that he enjoys showing off. At one point, his dad put him on a strict exercise program, and while he hated being forced to do it, he admits it's done wonders for his body. He still works out regularly to maintain it, just at his own pace, and not as intense, He has a fair complexion, and his face is free of blemishes and facial hair. His strawberry blonde hair looks messy, but he likes it that way, claiming that it adds character to his look. It appears to be longer on the top than it is on the sides, and it seems to go in many different directions. He doesn't wear any hair gel, since he doesn't like the feel of stiff hair. He has a round, boyish face with wide expressive eyes that are a deep shade of blue. He often has a smile on his face.

He looks different in his half unicorn form. His skin becomes lavender horse hair, and his hair and eyes turn purple. He also gains a long purple horses tail that manages to protrude through whatever pants he is wearing. He loses his human ears, and gains horse ears on top of his head in their place. He also has a horn the same color as his fur protruding from his forehead. The horn is long and pointy. He could stab someone with it if he wanted to, and it would hurt. He retains the same coloration as a full unicorn. As full unicorn, he has purple hoofs that he believes to be hard as diamonds. Somehow, his clothes remain intact when he switches between forms.

Max's choice in clothes changes with his mood. Some days, he dresses casually and wears a simple tank top and jeans. On other days, he wears fancier clothing. He does know how to sew and make clothes to suit his own tastes. He likes bright colors, but usually wears various shades of purple. His signature outfit consists of a light purple tight fitting tank top, and a dark purple cotton hoodie over it if it's cold enough. On the bottom, he wears a pair of blue jeans held up by a black belt with a metal buckle, and purple and white high top sneakers on his feet. He carries around a purple messenger bag to carry his things in.

Personality: Max is a cheerful, optimistic guy who doesn't like to be bogged down with unpleasant thoughts. He enjoys laughing and making jokes with others, even in inappropriate situations. He is easygoing and friendly, which makes it easy for him to befriend people. He is really good at understanding other people's emotions, and is an emotional guy himself. He is not embarrassed to show his feelings. He cries when he is sad, and is openly affectionate towards those he cares for. Max considers himself a hopeful romantic. He has an idealistic view of love, and is passionate about these views. He loves love, and enjoys romance of all sorts. Max has a lustful side to him as well. He is openly gay, and doesn't bother hiding it anymore, since he's spent too much time having to repress his sexuality already. He is often fawning over attractive men. He often makes teasing and flirty comments to other guys he finds attractive, as well as even outright touching them, even if he knows they're not gay. He just sees it as being friendly, and doesn't see any harm in it.If he is in a committed relationship, he won't do this as much if he knows it upsets the other person (at least not in front of them anyway.) He'll usually direct his behaviors towards his boyfriend instead. He truly believes in love, is driven more by his emotions than logic, and tends to act impulsively as a result. It is something he has always done. He sometimes does not think about how his actions affect others until it is too late, and winds up feeling bad about it afterwards if something goes wrong. When someone does become his friend. he gets attached to that person very easily, and can be clingy and overly dependent. He will always be in your business, will constantly call/text you, and do things for you whether you want it or not. He also doesn't take rejection very well, he'll usually deny the rejection, or come up with excuses to avoid feeling heartbroken.

Max is very sensitive, and is willing to be a shoulder to cry on, and give you some words of encouragement when you are down. For him, hurt feelings hurt worse than a hurt body. It is very easy to get him to like you, and once he is your friend he will remain your friend for life. He will keep your secrets a secret, and will do what he thinks is best for you. If there's one thing Max can't stand, it's being forced to do something he doesn't like. He can usually respect authority, but it becomes a problem when he feels that the authority is unfair. Trying to control him is the fastest way to get him upset. When he gets upset, he will lash out. As you can imagine, Max does not like being treated like a god's workhorse. Max also reacts with anger when being reminded of his abusive father. Max is the type of guy that lives in the moment, and isn't one for planning for the future, preferring to deal with things as they happen. He doesn't really like schedules or routines, finding them boring and restrictive.

Max is a creative individual. His favorite pastime is drawing and painting, and he often be found doodling in a sketch book when he has free time. He also knows how to sew and make clothes. He's not planning to be a designer or anything, he just likes making costumes, or just making things purple. In addition to his creative pursuits, he enjoys Video Games, Anime, Disney, and other things that most would consider geeky. He also has an affinity for cute things. Max doesn't care for sports that involve a ball all that much, after being forced to participate in them for so long. He's willing to play games with friends, but isn't super competitive. After spending years being scared of his father, and finally getting out of that situation, he has had enough of being concerned what other people thought about him. He is going to be himself, and if you don't like it, that's your problem not his. Max is able to empathize with others in a similar situations. He sees himself in them, and really wants to help them. This can drive some people nuts because of how overbearing he can be. He does genuinely care about people.

Max does not drink any kind of alcohol, at all. It has only caused him nothing but trouble in his life. He is also uneasy in situations where other people are drinking...

History: Max Hudson was born and raised in New York, where he has spent most of his life. His father, Joseph "Joe" Hudson, is part of wealthy prominent family, as well as a retired athlete, while his mother, Kimberly, while not born into a wealthy family, made her own money the old fashioned way, by working hard. Being a Unicorn Personification also helped. That was something she kept a secret from everyone, even her own husband. While Max grew up in wealth and luxury, he didn't have the best relationship with his father. Max's father was a strict man, and had high expectations for his son. He had a low tolerance for failure, and Max was disciplined harshly when the expectations were not met. His father had always wanted his boy to follow in his footsteps. He wanted his son to be an athlete like him, and act like the upper-class elite that he is. From the moment Max could walk and talk, he pushed that dream onto him. He was sent to elite private schools to study, and was encouraged (or rather forced) to join the football team. His mother didn't agree on what her husband was doing, saying Max should be able to make his own choices, but the man wouldn't have any of it. Claiming that football builds character, and would make him strong. Max hated football, but stayed with it in order to please his strict father. Over the years, he started to develop and get stronger. That still didn't change the fact that he hated what he was being forced to do something he didn't want to do for stupid reasons. He also didn't agree with his father's ideas about how a man should act. Still, he kept his mouth shut, but resentment slowly started to build.

Growing up, Max always had an interest in art. He was often doodling in his school notes when he should have been paying attention in class. While he excelled in art classes, he wasn't good in Math, and was average everywhere else. His mother encouraged his artistic talents, but his father chastised them. Claiming that art was for sissies, and that it would never do him any good. Naturally, Max was always closer to his mother than he was with his father. She was the one who told him bedtime stories as a kid, which is how his view of romantic love developed. She was also the one who encouraged his artistic goals where his father never did. His parents often disagreed on a lot of other things besides how to raise their child. It was not uncommon for the two to have very heated arguments on a regular basis.

For a while, Max hadn't shown any signs of having any abilities, much to his mother's relief. She had always been raised to keep her Unicorn heritage a secret, lest someone do harm to her. She did not want her child to have to deal with that burden. That all changed though when Max gradually gained Unicorn features. It started with his eyes turning violent, then getting purple streaks in his hair, then his hair turning complete purple, then slowly growing fur in place of skin and getting a tail, finally he grew a horn out of his forehead. Of course, this did not go unnoticed by Joe. When Kimberly was forced to reveal the fact she was a unicorn. Joe was furious. Not only at Kimberly for lying to him all these years, but at Max for being a freak of nature. He went on about how Max was a disgrace to his family name. His anger got so bad, he slapped his son hard across his face. After seeing this, Kimberly decided that was the last straw for her. After a very loud argument, Max's mother filed for divorce. She got custody of her son, and they moved out of the home they shared with Joe.

For some time, Max was happy. He lived a comfortable life at home with his mother, he was popular in school, and made a lot of friends. He still practiced his painting, and his grades improved. Kimberly taught Max everything she knew about being a unicorn. Including how to appear human in public, and some feats of magic. Max actually loved the fact that he was a unicorn. It gave him cool magical powers, and it was something that made him special. Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to last. When he was fourteen, his mother was involved in a serious car crash that left her severely wounded. She ultimately died from blood loss on the way to the hospital. He was forced to live with his father. Max barely had time to grieve for his mother's death. His father imposed his ideas just like before. He took away all his art supplies, and Max was disciplined much worse than before. He was punished for walking around the house looking like a unicorn, and using magic in his presence. Joe had started drinking after the divorce, and as Max found out, he was a violent, angry drunk, who would go berserk, and often yell, scream, and beat him over the slightest things. It is because of his father, that Max refuses to drink any type of alcohol.

Regardless of what was happening at home, Max still kept up a cheerful facade in front of others. He didn't dare tell anyone of his father's abuse for various ranging from thinking he won't be believed, making the situation worse. His father was very good at acting like a supportive parent in public, fueling Max's fears. Due to his resentment of his father, he tried to look for the affection he didn't get at home from others. He wanted people to like him, and tried very hard to please everyone. He constantly worried about what other people thought, and kept things secret from people that he felt would make them think negatively of him. (Such as the fact he likes My Little Pony, or that he didn't have care to listen to the guys talking about girls. He didn't find himself interested in them.) Of course, he didn't dare to reveal to anyone that he is a unicorn. Despite feeling miserable inside, he kept smiling through the pain. Every night he cried in his pillow, and swore he would get out of this one day.

He found any excuse he could think of to not have to come home and deal with his father, studying with friends, trying to find a job, whatever was plausible. He also did some rebellious things behind his father's back, like sneaking out after school to go to parties, and other popular hangouts. Not coming home until very late into the night. It was at one of these parties that he met a very special guy named Robert (better known as Robbie) that was close to his age. Max first laid eyes on him when he was playing his guitar, and singing for a crowd of people. Max noticed three things about him. The first thing, he had a beautiful singing voice, two he was very handsome even though he was embarrassed to be having that kind of thought at the time, and the third was that his guitar was covered in Hello Kitty stickers. After he was done performing, Max felt the urge to talk to him. The two of them started to hit it off very quickly. After Max found out they went to the same school, the two started spending a lot of time together. They had a lot of things in common, including the fact that they were both artists, although, Robbie was a musician and a poet rather than a traditional artist. It soon became clear that there relationship was more than just platonic. Max couldn't stop himself from thinking about how hot his friend was, and had feelings about him that he never felt about anyone before, let alone another guy. He found out the feeling was mutual, and started growing closer until they eventually had their first kiss.

After that, the two stared going steady. Max was excited about the status of his relationship, but also scared. He knew his father would never approve of him dating another guy. He definitely couldn't invite him over to his house. He kept his relationship a secret so his father wouldn't find out. It was exciting at first, but all the sneaking around had a negative effect on the relationship. Robbie was openly gay, but Max was still in the closet. He wanted to be able to be public with his boyfriend. Max was worried about the reaction people would have if people found out he was dating guys, particularly his dad. He occasionally would pretend to go out with girls so people wouldn't get suspicious, which upset Robbie more. Robbie gave Max an ultimatum to come out, or their relationship was over. Max couldn't do it, and Robbie left. Max was devastated.

While at home one day, Max came across a letter in his father's possession telling him he had been accepted to Amrita Academy. The letter was dated a while ago, while his mother was still alive. Meaning his mother had enrolled him, and Joe kept this from him. Max confronted his father about this, and told him that he planned on going to that school regardless what he thinks. Of course, it did not go well. A loud argument ensued at the dinner table that night, which ended up with Max coming out as gay. Max's father was drunk at the time, and proceeded to punch him in the face a number of times, threaten to kill him, and use several gay slurs before passing out. After that, Max had enough, and ran away from home. He went to the only place he could think of to go, his ex-boyfriend's house. His dad had never met Robbie before, he would never know to go looking for him there. After knocking on the door, and explaining to Robbie's parents, and Robbie himself, what had happened, the family took the boy in for a while. Robbie felt bad for leaving Max after discovering the reason why he was in the closet... Max also revealed the fact he was a unicorn to Robbie, something the other boy was as excited about as Max was. It didn't take very long for the two boys to rekindle their relationship. Max hadn't seen or heard from his dad since.

Max transferred to Amrita that same year. He made a lot of new friends, and he even got to meet André Bellamy, one of his favorite actors. After everything that had happened, Max stopped trying to hide parts of himself to please people. It just wasn't worth the effort. Now, he was going to live life the way he wanted, and no one was going to stop him. Max and Robbie continued their relationship long-distance, and saw each other whenever they could. They're relationship was strong, until communication abruptly stopped. Max didn't understand why. Had Robbie started seeing someone else? He would come to find out that Robbie was involved in a fatal car accident with a drunk driver. Making the situation worse, was the fact that the drunk driver turned out to be his father, who survived the accident. It was as if that man couldn't resist making one more attempt at making his life miserable. Of course, his dad was arrested and put in prison for DUI as well as vehicular manslaughter, much to Max's relief. He also discovered that he had inherited a large sum of money from his deceased mother that his father had been keeping a secret for some time. Still, he had lost his boyfriend, in the exact same way he had lost his mother. He spent a lot of nights crying alone, and grieving his loss. The sudden loss left a hole in his heart he was unable to fill.

Now, on his fourth and final year, Max was ready to move on. He started going out with a lot of guys. Gods, Demigods, and Personifications alike. He is still looking for that special someone, but isn't in any hurry to find it yet.

Other: Friends with André Bellamy and Leo Silverstone because all my characters know each other.
He's so fluffy, you're gonna die. :p
Max spends most of his time as an Equestria Boy as he calls it. He uses his human form to flirt with guys, or blend in amongst normal humans. He does make sure his dates know about his Unicorn forms though.
 
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Hydrangea

I'm baby?
Staff member
Moderator
Mobile confirms yes.

@Sketchie: Nani and Nico are accepted! Reserve noted for Luc.

@Mon: Third reserve noted yessiree.

@Self: Reserving a Personification of a Dragon (western dragon I think?). Will edit this post with wip.

As much as I want to use Valerie, I think three characters a little too much for me along with needing to progress the roleplay. I'll stick with Jax and Estelle.
 
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Vern

Why not both?
I'm gonna go out on a limb here, jump on the bandwagon with everyone else, and reserve a Personification of a Vampire or Kirin or Siren?

I might cancel it later, though... not entirely sure I have the time for it.
 
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Vern

Why not both?
All right, Siren it is. (I was tempted to make a Male siren but then decided against it).

Name: Orion. Members of her tribe are named after constellations, regardless of gender (since all sirens are female).
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Year: Second

Class: Personification (About 1/16th God)
Monster: Siren
Abilities:
— Siren Song: Her singing voice is incredibly beautiful. When she sings, she can arouse intense emotions of any kind in those that hear her. She’s also capable of temporarily hijacking someone’s body, but the control is relatively weak and can be broken with the power of love, friendship, or sheer determination, or some random stuff along those lines. Another thing about this is that she can show people visions of things they desire.
— Fish: She can shift between her Siren and Human forms, which essentially refers to taking off (or just flat-out destroying) pants and growing a powerful tail, allowing her to swim around with incredible speed and agility underwater. She’s capable of breathing underwater in either form. The tail can also be used as a weapon.
— Water-bending stuffs: Due to her nature as a sea monster and her identity as the grandchild of Neptune, she has control over water. It’s not as strong as a Demigod’s, but it’s still quite potent.
— Living-stuff-control: Her song powers give her a sort of control over any living organism. Trees and plants will grow/move to follow her bidding, animals will congregate around her and listen to her commands when she sings.
— Charmspeak: Whatever she says tends to seem incredibly convincing and perfectly logical even if it isn’t.
— Healing: Her song has the power to cure sicknesses and heal injuries both on others and herself, but it isn’t strong enough to heal anything terminal. Extended contact with seawater also heals her at an accelerated rate, which is awkward because that hurts like hell if you’ve got cuts all over yourself.

Appearance:

Orion is on the taller and thinner side for someone her age - part of the reason is because her body is about two years older than she is. Her skin is pale, and her eyes are a prismatic, rainbow-like color that is predominantly blue. Her hair is a turquoise color, and she tends to tie some of it into a single long ponytail on the left side of her head, leaving the rest just hanging loose. A few strands of hair often cover her eyes. In public, she tends to hold herself in a very closed-off way, as if she’s trying to make herself smaller. As someone who doesn’t get out much, her physique isn’t very well-developed, but the muscles on her legs are abnormally strong for someone of her physique, and visibly so (on the account of them also being her tail).

When it comes to clothing, she tends to prefer long pants and a t-shirt, over which she wears a sweater and a scarf. Her clothes are generally baggy and hang loose around her, giving the impression of her just wearing a large sack or pyjamas of some sort, and making it close to impossible to make out her body shape or her form. As for colors, she tends to go for varying shades of blue, mixed with some grey and some black.

Personality: Orion is a pretty much a by-the-book introvert. She likes spending her time alone, and is very uncomfortable around other people, to the point where some who aren’t observant consider her to be a hermit or something like that. She spends a lot of her time away in her (soundproofed) room, singing to herself. When interacting with others, she’s very awkward, prone to being overly blunt with her speech or overly sensitive to somebody else’s emotions, causing people to feel somewhat uncomfortable when talking to her. It’s not necessarily that she doesn’t like you, or that she doesn’t want to make friends with you (although that’s not exactly impossible) - it’s just that she doesn’t quite know exactly how to go about doing so, and that she just can’t understand how normal people think. This, combined with her love for solitude, pretty much makes her a designated loner of sorts. She’s incredibly intelligent but physically rather frail, and she doesn’t go outside much, especially in drier climates. She gets sick easily, and people tend to view her as being ‘delicate’ in that sense.

Being an incomplete soul, she lacks some of the emotions and instinctive understanding that normal people have, experiencing many emotions like happiness or sadness in decidedly muted ways, while other emotions function just normally, such as embarrassment and fear. Because of this, she often has a hard time communicating with others, and many leave with the impression that she’s ‘empty’ or ‘broken’ somehow, comparing her to an android or something of that variety. As such, she’s also entirely asexual, and cares little for romance, considering friendship or familial ties to be far more important. Although rarer now, she sometimes forgets things that she should know, such as the names of her acquaintances and even family, and can be subject to sudden, inexplicable mood swings, causing her to act strangely out of character.

She’s very wary about using her powers, due to her inability to exert anything more than a general control over them. Due to their unnatural power and for fear of triggering her Charmspeak, she tends to speak as little and as softly as possible, often using broken sentences or single words to convey information. This tends to put most people off, and further contributes to her reputation as the ‘weird loner’. She also has a strange love for small things and intricate patterns to the point of it possibly being called a strange obsession, collecting random trinkets she finds on the ground and arranging them in a seemingly random but actually very structured layout all around the floor of her room to make a sort of labyrinth.

She’s a ‘cynical idealist’ of sorts, believing that people are ‘bad’ right now but have a certain ‘goodness’ deep within their hearts that just needs to be brought out. But she’s far from naive and innocent, having seen quite a lot of not-exactly-nice things during her not-exactly-plentiful years of life, coming to believe that humanity, gods, and monsters alike have become ‘corrupted’ by something and that without that something, the world would be a beautiful place like it was so long ago. She has no delusions about how evil people can be and in a way even overstates them, being quick to judge people as being ‘tainted’. She harbours the deep-seated belief that the world has gone wrong somehow and must be ‘corrected’.

History: Orion was less ‘born’ and more ‘created’. The birth story of Sirens is always a tragic one - after all, they are a strictly female race, and to breed, they must lure a sailor from the decks of their ship and into the water. Needless to say, those sailors rarely ever returned to land. But in Orion’s case, it was perhaps even more unusual, and even more unpleasant.

Her mother, Lyra, had always been ostracised and even hated for her inexplicably strong powers, both over her song and over the waves of the ocean. People fear things that they do not understand, and the Siren are no different. Spiteful and lonely, she longed for the chance to strike back at those that had treated her with scorn and derision. When she fell in love with a sailor who had begun to frequent the waters around the islands her tribe inhabited, she used her song to bring him under the water, and with him she conceived a child. Unwilling to leave her lover to drown in the depths, she used her song to tear his soul from his drowning body, fashioning it into a small marble.

A few months later, the child was born dead.

Stricken with grief, Orion’s ‘mother’ attempted to infuse the dead child’s body with her lover’s soul, returning both it and the sailor to life. The child’s body, however, was too frail to take the pressure of having a soul stuffed into it, and the process caused the baby’s flesh to decay off its bones. Lyra was unable to salvage the entirety of her lover’s soul from the withering body, and the part that she did became tainted, mixed with the soul of their child. Having performed an act of forbidden magic and knowing that she would be banished from the tribe for doing so, Lyra began to make preparations to flee.

Unfortunately, a young Siren girl happened upon her dwelling and, seeing the husk of her newborn baby on the sea floor, freaked out. Without a choice and fearing for her own safety, as well as a certain desire for vengeance for all the mistreatment she had received over the years, Lyra used her song to drain the young Siren of her life, and instead deposited the soul that was the combination of her lover’s and her daughter’s into the now empty body.

Lyra took the child and fled the colony, which wasn’t surprising, considering she had just performed taboo magic twice and essentially killed another child. She shed her tail and her powers, becoming fully human and taking up residence in the nearby port city. Now without her magic and possessing no knowledge of the workings of human society, things didn’t exactly go swimmingly (ba-dum-tss). She raised Orion as a normal girl, having decided to keep her past hidden from her, both out of guilt and simply because she had enough on her plate to begin with.

For a while, things were all right. However, things like that never lasted for long. When Orion grew to ten years of age, her powers as a siren began to awaken, and things just went downhill from there. As a child, she had always loved to sing - something that her mother tried to discourage but could never bring herself to stop entirely. But more recently, she had developed another abnormal problem: an unnatural longing for the ocean. They lived near the coast, and Orion would visit the beach every day, staring out over the waves and singing to herself. They never did have much money, and their house was small and grimy, so it was a welcome relief.

Then, of course, one thing lead to another, and one day, as she sang, the ocean began to twist and turn, forming itself into strange shapes in front of her. People around her began to drop into a dreamless sleep from which they would only wake up a few days later, remembering nothing. Fearing for her daughter’s safety and her own, Lyra took Orion and fled the city, heading further inland, away from the ocean, where she hoped that they would be safer, and where her child would have less opportunities to use her power. Worried that people would seek to take advantage of her powers, she banned Orion from singing. But the girl would always find ways around it, choosing deserted alleyways or the safety of the looked door to her room in order to let her music work is magic on whatever was close at hand. Sometimes, people would overhear. Of those, some would eventually catch on, at least vaguely, to what was going on. And out of those, many became fascinated, even addicted, and would often go to great lengths in order to claim this incredible music for themselves. As such, they could never stay in one place for long, since rumours of the strange power Orion’s song carried would always eventually spread, despite their better efforts to conceal it. The constant travel put even more strain on their finances, and eventually, it became obvious that this sort of lifestyle would no longer be sustainable.

Just when they were preparing to move again, an old man appeared in front of them, introducing himself as Neptune, the God of the Ocean. At first Lyra was skeptical, but when he manifested a thunderstorm right where they stood, those doubts were stripped away. The aging god explained that he had been Lyra’s father (and thus the reason for her unnatural powers), having visited the Siren colony on a flight of fancy and had an affair there, and apologised for not having been able to lend his assistance sooner. He offered to return Lyra’s powers to her, and offered them a place to stay in his palace under the sea, where they would be safe and free to do as they pleased. Not willing to pass up an offer of a lifetime, Lyra gladly accepted, finally revealing to Orion her past and her heritage.

When Orion returned to the ocean that she had been created in, it was like entering a new world. Gone were the grimy, grey alleyways, the dust and dirt, the unbearable dryness in the air, and, of course, all of the uncaring, selfish people. She could move around freely, slicing gracefully through the waves like she was born to do. In Neptune’s ocean, everything was basked in a warm sunlight, and everything was delightfully filled with colour. To put it another way, it was a paradise of sorts. She spent most of her time alone in the palace’s libraries, reading the books stored there and delighting in the worlds and stories they laid out in front of her, telling of a better time when the Gods didn’t have to hide themselves from the humans of the earth, when instead of grey roads and grey skies, the streets were paved with marble and gold, and the waters shimmered with all the colours of the rainbow. Neptune himself, without much to do in his old age, would dote on his granddaughter, and often tell her stories of his past, as well as stories of how the oceans were becoming tainted by the people, who had long ago lost the spark that had first drawn him to them.

Eventually, however, Orion’s simple existence became complicated again. The small vestiges of her father’s soul that remained within her began to manifest itself as she matured, and her mind became increasingly conflicted, often subject to mood swings and even occasionally times when she would be unable to remember things she ought to know, or black out completely, only to learn later that she had seemingly became someone else entirely for the duration of her ‘coma’. The incompletely removed parts of her body’s original soul also began to resurface, throwing her psyche into turmoil as the three souls inside her fought for possession over her body. Lyra used the powers that had been returned to her to calm the conflict, but everyone knew that it wouldn’t be a permanent solution by any means.

Worried for his granddaughter, Neptune offered a solution: he would pull some ties and send Orion to Amrita Academy - the place where the new gods and the children of existing ones gathered to be educated both in the conventional sense and also in the use of their powers. There, she would be able to gain mastery over the powers that she had, and perhaps that would ‘cure’ her ‘illness’.

Other:
- Nothing really.
 
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Is it too late for me reserve a personification of an Enenra (smoke yokai)?
 

Vern

Why not both?
Okay, I think I'm done.

Admittedly it's not the best thing ever, but I hope it's at least sufficient.
 
(Work in Progress)
Name: Alexis Strife
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Year: Fourth

Class: Personification

Monster
: Valkyrie

Abilities:
Strength: Due to the many years of training with her parents, she has grown stronger than the average human. She is also graced with the strength of her ancestors as it traveled down the bloodline.
Transformation:Alexis is able to Valkyrie Form. Simply put, she gains wings to be able to fly, Armour forged by the Norse Gods, and tremendous strength. After the time limit, she must return back to her Human form.
Reading: Due to the many years of studying human movement and interactions, she is able to predict what the person might do through reading the twitches in muscles.
Weapon Knowledge: Alexis has the ability to understand a weapon simply by touching it. She can create anything into a weapon, should the need arise.
Communication with the Dead: Simply put, she can talk to the dead.

Appearance: Alexis is thin, but muscled standing at 5'7" in all her glory. She has a very Norse appearance (thanks to her Nordic Heritage), with pale skin, white hair, and hazel eyes. Alexis keeps her hair in a simple ponytail, enough to keep out of her face and not annoy her. With her hair down it reaches to the shoulder blades. She has a round soft face, with small lips and wide eyes. Her nose is small but hooked, and she constantly has a neutral expression on her face. Not happy, not sad, but somewhere in between. She has a strong body that is toned due to the many years of exercise forced upon her by her parents. She wears a hoodie and a track suit constantly due to lack of fashion sense and because she simply doesn't care. A beanie to cover up the white hair. Sneakers so run down, you can see holes in them.However the hoodie and tracksuit would make you think otherwise. Her breasts are on the larger side, much to her disappointment, so she wears a stiff and supportive sports bra to flatten herself (don’t ask how, it’s magic plus the fact that i am a dude and i don’t know how this sorcery works).

Personality: She is extremely quiet. She prefers to listen instead of talk. She is constantly in the middle of the class, marks wise. However, she is extremely intelligent. She wants to keep the attention away from her, so no one will pay any attention to her. Introvert is essentially her middle name, keeping to herself is better than being with others.

She takes up photography, it’s her favourite hobby. Her pastime to is reading books. Any books, really. Since she is a damn introvert, she needs this time for herself to recharge and relax.

When she is put into a social situation, she begins to try to get out of the conversation by slowly leaving. If fhe can’t escape it, she might start to panic, depending on the form of questioning and how aggressive the questions are thrown at her. She once had a little brother, Jack. He decided to go out one day, but never returned.



History: She has been home-schooled for a majority of her life, training with her parents and learning about her heritage and duties. She used to live on an island off the coast of Norway, a small island called Shetland. Her parents, Howard and Sheila Strife, took care of her for all her life She has a younger brother named Jack. He was 8 years old when he mysteriously disappeared. No one knew exactly what happened to him,his parents were obviously devastated. They spent several years looking for him, exhausting every resource possible. However, they were unsuccessful in finding him. Alexis was 12 years old at the time.

Other: She is questioning her sexuality? So she could go for both.

Has a Raven named Zix. A. ****ing. Raven.

She takes up photography as a hobby. Yes, a girl that could break every bone in a human’s body likes to take pictures of pretty things, leave her alone.

Finally done, might do some editing but probably won't
 
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fango pango

You're My Man Of War
Name: Sonia Cole
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Year: Third
Class: Personification
Monster: Phoenix
Abilities:
Immortality: Being a Phoenix, Sonia will go through what's natural for a Phoenix to do, which is to burn up every few thousand years and return anew. At this stage, however, her hair is all that does this. Every few months (approximately) her hair will burst into a ball of flames and disappear.

Healing: Sonia can cure most (fresh) minor wounds and some more serious ones by holding her hand on them.

Strength: Sonia can lift up to three times her weight at a time, despite her lack of true athletic prowess.

Body Temperature Control: Sonia's body temperature adjusts to a level where's she's always comfortably warm, regardless of any extremities faced in the weather.

Appearance: Sonia stands at 5’7, and is White British, with fiery red eyes as well as hair, her hair is currently towards the end of its cycle, so it has reached the bottom of her shoulder blades. She will be seen wearing a flower crown which smells pleasant. She weighs 140 pounds. She generally doesn't wear much, even though she knows she could and she wouldn't suffer for it, she finds herself a lot more comfy in a t shirt, a pair of jeans, and sandals. All of these are warm colours, as in summer it's the palette you see around you, and she believes in winter that if you see warmer colours you'll feel warmer yourself. She can transform into a Phoenix when she wishes, but chooses not to very often.

Personality: Sonia is generally a very caring person, and wishes well on the others that she does care about. However, she is very vocal about the peers and teachers that she dislikes, also, meaning she can switch from being a sweetheart to showing her fiery temper in seconds when provoked. She wishes to make friends with people on contact, but doesn't wish to be involved with people she isn't fond of, and when she has to be, she wishes to make the interactions minimal. When she gets close to people, be that as best friends or partners, she wishes to remain attached to them, getting to know everything about them, and being more willing to heal and generally help them than with others, bordering over protective. Despite her strength she has no interest in using it except to help others when needed, or when someone questions her on it. She also likes to mess with people she's met recently by not telling them about her hair, and watching their reaction when it goes off.

History: Sonia was born to a Scottish mother, Dana, and the God Amyntor. However, her father figure is in fact an Englishman, Christopher Knowles, who married Dana when Sonia was 18 months old, and had a child with Dana when Sonia was 4, her name was Grace. At this point she hadn't gained any of her abilities, or anything to distinguish her appearance. This all changed when she turned 6. Grace had scraped her knee, and when Sonia came to kiss it better, she realised proceeding the kiss, the scrape was gone, but Dana and Christopher brushed it aside as just her imagination. A few months later, her hair burst up in flames in front of her family, stunning Dana, and confirming to her something was up. A few days later, Dana set out to find Amyntor to find out what had happened. When she returned, she revealed to Sonia who her father was, and that she was, in essence, a Phoenix.

From this point, her parents tried helping her hide the fact from mortals, to the point that when she knew her hair was going to be gone soon, she would remain indoors, to avoid getting the attention of others. She would be given all she needed, but she didn't want to cause a scare.

As she grew older, she gained more power. She found out how strong she was at 12, when she was out camping with her family, and pushed a large rock aside to make a pathway more accessible for future passers by. She realised her body temperature would keep her well, when one day she went outside to play in the snow despite lacking a coat or gloves, and still feeling warm as she was. Her healing became more impressive, as with a lot of concentration and time, she was able to fix deeper cuts.

At 16, she got a visit from a man she didn't know. It was Amyntor. She was surprised, but more curious than anything, and asked what he wanted. Amyntor apologised for never having met her before, but didn't want to waste his time. He offered her a place she could be social and not have to hide any of her abilities from the people there. She was intrigued, and almost accepted right there and then, but she knew she'd have to tell Dana and Christopher.

Dana and Christopher took it hard, but they understood why she wanted to go. The farewell was emotional for all involved, but they knew it wasn't forever. With that, Sonia left for Amrita Academy.

It took her some time to get used to it, but she learned pretty quickly that she was welcome there, and became more comfortable. Over her first 2 years she got into a number of spats with peers and teachers, but she wishes to improve on this in her remaining 2 years. However, she still enjoys hazing newer entrants in generally harmless ways, but trying to remain likable, and wishes to see her last 2 years out successfully, and wishes to leave a positive impact on the school.

Other: She prefers to go by her nickname Soots, she will introduce herself as such unless she needs to give her name formally, and she has established with those in 2nd-4th years she knows that they should call her Soots.
 

Kung Fu Ferret

The Great Dreamer
Debating on joining if it's not too late. Can't decide if I want to be a son of Sobek or someone else.

EDIT: Sobek it is! (sign-up might need touching up, I'm rusty at RP, and consider myself casual. Let me know if you have any problems.)


Name: Irwin Stevenson
Gender: Cisgender male
Age: 19
Year: Fourth

Class: Demigod
Domain: The Nile, Crocodiles, War, and Fertility
Abilities:
"Cast-iron Stomach": Irwin can eat just about any food (particularly meat), no matter if its' rotten or undercooked, or normally indigestible (like bones), it will not affect him unless he eats too much.

Excellent Swimmer/Diver: Can swim for long distance without tiring, and can hold his breath for up to an hour underwater.

"Apex": Irwin's teeth are more like a crocodile's than a human's, and his bite force matches that of your average croc. ( roughly 3,000 pounds per square inch). He can also do a "Death roll" on an attacked if he bites them.

Cold-Blooded: This is more of a hindrance than anything. He needs to maintain a healthy body temperature by either basking in the sun to warm up, or doing whatever mortals do to cool down.

"Chest Scales": This is the most obvious trait he inherited from his dad. When Irwin hit puberty, instead of growing manly hair on his chest, he grew crocodilian armor scales. This makes him more resistant to being hit there with a melee blow if a fight breaks out.

Talking to crocodiles: Nothing else to explain, but crocodiles are apparently prone to bragging about two things; Being nature's perfect killing machine, and surviving the K-T Mass Extinction event that wiped out the dinosaurs 66 million years ago.


Parents: A Mortal woman from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and the Egyptian crocodile god Sobek.

Appearance: Irwin stands at about 6 feet even, and weighs about 231 pounds, so he's a pretty big guy. His mother, Layla, is of Welsh, Italian and German descent, so Irwin's skin is a light pale olive color, and has deep blue eyes. His teeth, as I have mentioned, are more crocodilian than mammalian. He always wears a crocodile tooth necklace that his dad Sobek gave him when he was born. The hair on his head is a dark brown, usually spiked up with a special gel that makes into solid bumps. His shirt is a solid emerald green, and Irwin also wears khaki shorts, black dress socks, and a pair of Croc-brand shoes.

Personality: While Irwin's intellect is neither the best nor the worst, his patience matches that of a crocodile, or any other ambush predator for that matter. He is supportive of his comrades, but tries not to fight unless he needs to. He is often quick to anger, however, but his heart is in the right place most of the time. Irwin tries to avoid conflict if possible, but when push comes to shove, don't expect any mercy from someone who's basically at the very top of the food chain.

History: Irwin was born on June 19, 1998, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. His mother's husband, Bob, was an alcoholic, who picked on Irwin constantly just because his wife "had an affair with a freak of nature". When Irwin was about nine years old, he saved his baby cousin after she accidentally fell in to a crocodile enclosure at the city zoo. Irwin jumped in without thinking, and the crocodiles left him alone, apparently out of respect due to the fact that Irwin was basically "half-crocodile". This was when Irwin knew he was different. Although he was hailed as a hero, his stepdad continued to be abusive to everyone around him until one day when Irwin was 15... Irwin had enough of Bob's barbaric behavior and snapped, breaking his arm with a well-placed bite. Irwin found out about Amrita Academy almost immediately afterwards from his true father, Sobek, and faked his own death to find this refuge for the divine, and to avoid possible jailtime. Irwin is in his fourth year there, hasn't aggressed towards anyone since. His stepdad passed away six months later, not because of Irwin's bite, but liver failure. Irwin enjoys his new life, and plans on moving to South Africa once he graduates.

Other: I made his name an obvious tribute to the late Steve Irwin.
 
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Hydrangea

I'm baby?
Staff member
Moderator
@Fango: Accepted! I'll get you on the dorm list and whatnot

@Ferret: would you mind fixing the formatting and breaking apart the sections? I'm gonna mark you as pending for now.
 
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