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Name: Siberius
Age: 16
Race: Elven
Gender: Male
Main Magic: Earth
Sub-Magic: Moon Stone
Weapon(s): A medium sized dagger, and a bag full of moon stones.
Appearance: http://api.ning.com/files/*oov4g*NBD...mo_vampire.jpg
Bio: Siberius was a small boy who lived in a small village next to the mountains. He had a job as delivering information and mail from village to village. Everyday when he was done delivering mail he would climb to the top of mountains and practice his ability to move rocks and even the ground beneath him. But one day, he was taking a very long mail route to a far off village when he stubbled apon a strange school...

Bloinx

((welcome pumpkins, I got earth, I'll add that now, but what exactly is moon stone?))

((kay. didn't feel like posting again, so I edited this one.))

DeathByPumpkins

((Moon Stones are a secret power that most people don't know about. Siberius uses the power of moon stones to make his body more fast and powerful.))

kain222

Cyr let out a deep sigh. He peered down at his hand, outstretching it and looking at it with an allmost childlike curiosity. The blood trickled down onto his palm. Adruptly, images from the past came into his mind.

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Cyr's world went grey, everything around him shifted. He could see it... A playground... Shocked gazes... Sirens... Lots of sirens... Shouting... Shouting... Yelling, crying... A broken wall...

And a boy with a broken neck embedded in it. He was still looking at his hand, with the childlike curiosity. Still the sirens came, footsteps came closer, men in blue and black... A hand wrapped around his shoulder...

"NO!" The young Cyr screamed, tears flowing down his eyes. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

He stood up, turned, and ran. Footsteps came after him, an image of energies swirling around his feet. He became light, lighter now... As a feather as he closed his eyes. A rush of exitement and fear sweapt over him.

He was flying!

A bullet shuddered into his shoulder, he started to fall, fall... Fall... Into the forest, a feeling of darkness and mystery sweapt over him... There was no impact, just falling... Falling...

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"NO!" Cyr let out a massive psychic scream from the flashback, a un-harmonized brain wave sweapt over him and all those within a fifty yard radius from the psychic scream. Sending his head into massive turmoil for a few seconds before he collapsed on the ground. Still looking at his hand.

Falling... Falling...

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lokuri

Character sheet:


Name: Niola Winsheil
Age: 13
Race: Human...
Gender: Female
Main Magic: Wind
Sub-Magic: None
Weapons:
Twilight Blades - Twin blades that release a brilliant glow that branches off and reveals a wind coming off of it as it moves through the air. However, the light is instantaneous, fading into darkness seconds later. The combination of gathering light and wind for a mere second or two before returning to normal confuses the eye; it tends to make the eye see the blades as "disappearing", playing with the pupil of the eye and its inability to handle variation in light (aka creating an illusion to the eye). The handle of the blades is arched, liked the hilt of a rapier. However, the blades are thicker and more dense than a rapier, as well as curved as it makes its way to the point.
Power of Song - Her voice seems to connect with her power over the wind. Because of that, she can cause a powerful wind to surround her. However, Niola is unable to control her power when she sings, and sometimes causes great disaster because of it.

Appearance: Niola has short black hair in the back, stopping around the tip of her neck. However, long bangs falling in layers from her neck to her shoulder adds a bit of feminism to her. A few scattered bangs branching from the center of her forehead and fans downward to her golden eyes. Niola's forehead is somewhat large, creating a mature appearance to her tan complexion. However, her childish smile makes up for her mature features, including her small, almond shape eyes.
Niola's cat-like features led her to wearing a lot of gothic clothing. Although she has yet to pierce any part of her body, she likes to wear a lot of black and jewelry with skulls on it. Overall, she looks like a childish goth girl.

Bio: Niola was a child born from talented parents. Her mother was a talented flute player and her father was a pianist. As for Niola, she was gifted with the voice of song. Even at a young age of six, she had a strong, spirited voice. Of course, such an amazing talent was not all Niola was capable of. When she sung, a slight wind would wrap itself around her and give her a magical appeal. Depending on how emotional she was, her power would increase to a dangerous level. An example of this was revealed when her father fell ill and a raiding gang shot her mother above her heart. Even though both of them managed to overcome their challanges, they were unable to leave their beds. All the while, Niola was pressured to sing for the people of the village she lived in, which was poor and held a lot of sickly people. Three years later, when Niola decided to sing, a terrible wind storm brewed. Trying to keep everyone's hopes up, she continued to sing, until a majority of the village was destroyed. In the blast, Niola lost control and blacked out, only to awaken to ruins. Afraid and confused, Niola ran away and eventually bumped into a travelling merchant. He heard rumors about Niola and told her about the academy in the distance. It took her four years to finally arrive (one year of wait due to her inability to enter) to the academy, yet it pleased her that she would be able to redeem herself for her actions of the past.

CURRENT OUTFIT: Niola's top is a scarlet corset shirt that ends around the edges of her shoulder and comes to her waist. Along the sides of the front are white "x"'s, falling in and out of view until a few feet from the bottom, where two loose bows existed. Some of the corset is hidden halfway by an obsidian jacket with kimono-like sleeves Niola put on afterwords. White stitches lined both sleeve edges and formed small bows alternatively (every other one). A scarlet colored skirt with descrete ripples wraps around Niola's waist, along with two black, upside down triangles (two in front and in back) and white stitches zipping in and out of view at the top of the skirt (a belt buckle rests on the right center); a crimson line revolves around the edge of the skirt, like a seared path of red. Two medium-sized, white bows are placed on each side of the skirt. Lastly, on her feet are thick, black boots with white laces; her hands have white gloves on them.

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Bloinx

((yea, lokuri you can join. Welcome))

Ben sat there, confused. Everyone around him started holding their head, shaking, screaming, like in a bad dream. All of the sudden, no more blue-haired girl, no more school, no more doors.

He was next to his mom, who was in bed, paled by the poison. She was looking terrible, not able to move, hardly able to breathe. He desperately wanted her to get better, his dad was already dead, killed by the poison. His mom's eyes closed, and he couldn't see her chest going slowly in, and out. The man who poisoned his parents walked into the room, bent on killing him.

"Come with me little boy, all will feel better." The man said, but it was in his eyes, He wanted Ben dead.

"I'm not going anywhere with you!YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!!! All of the sudden, Ben's hands and feet burst into flames, and he grabbed a nearby metal pole. The pole sharpened, grew longer, more blade-like. It too burst into flames and he ran at the man. "YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE!!" And he thrust the blade right through his chest.

But as the man was dieing, his eyes went from red to a deep blue, and his voice was different as he spoke.
"The man who died across the hall wasn't your father, he was a shape shifter sent by the man who was controlling me.....son."

"no! it can't be true!" Ben's hands and feet returned to normal, his shoes a scorched mess. the blade went back to pole-form and Ben lied on the floor, sobbing.

Then he was back at the school, in a bed. This must be his dorm. He cried again, but his tears evaporated on his face by the heat his anger tword the man that was controlling his father made.

lokuri

Niola walked cautiously through what seemed to be a thicket of dense forest, avoiding any thorns or looming branches that wished to deal minor, yet annoying blows at her. It was difficult to find a building no one knew about, especially if there was no guide for Niola to follow. A slight sigh of fustration escaped her lips when parts of her long, black cape was sliced into. She quickly checked beneath the folds of her cape, sighing with relief to see that her frilly black dress was unharmed. Strolling forward a bit faster, Niola found her left pointer finger playing mindlessly with a skull necklace dangling around her neck. Her whole hand clutched it excitingly when an obscurred vision of a structure began to appear before her eyes. Trying to ignore her racing heart, Niola leaped into the air and let out a squeel of delight.

"Aaaiiiieeee, found ya!" Niola chirped as she hoved next to a pointy tree. "Yes, yes, yes! I found ya! I found ya! Oh glorious day, I found ya! Academy, here I come!"

Niola suddenly dived forward, a missile engulfed in a tremendous wind. Twisting her body as she saw fit, Niola finally spotted what appeared to be the registration area. However, there seemed to be a great deal of disaster appearing all over the school. Baffled, Niola allowed her feet to tap onto the ground and peered around. Unfortunately, she was stopped by a wondering adult, who glared suspiciously at her.

"State your name and what activities you have undergone in the last hour!" The man shouted, prancing over like a police figure or the likes. "A series of unprecedented attacks have been reported to have gone off in sections of this academy and--"

A startled feature finally appeared on the male staff's face, followed by a blink expression. He tilted his head from left to right for awhile, as though Niola was a bizarre specimen he never saw before. Feeling a rage building within her, Niola clenched her teeth and formed her hands into fists. Just as she was about to yell at him, however, he cut her off.

"Ah, you must be one of the new students! Please, follow me inside. Due to technical difficulties, registration has been moved elsewhere. I apologize for the inconvience, and for my sudden interrogations."

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kain222

(( HIIII LOOKKUUURIIII <3333! ))

Cyr frowned. Moreso at himself, no dbout the rest of the school would proberly be having horrible headaches... most skilled magic users would proberly be able to find the source. He stood up to go, but as he did, one of the Masters stood infront of him.

The man was tall, with long, flowing blonde hair. A sence of tranquility floated around him, and his eyes were large, opening, sympathetic and forgiving. His face was gaunt, and some stubble was matted across his chin.

"You're having the visions again, Cyr...?" The Master inquired. Cyr frowned lightly. And nodded in responce, the master sighed. "You are an odd one... I've hidden the source from the other masters, no-one shall know it was you who just sent half of the school into mental turmoil."

Cyr's eyes winched, as if feeling stinged by the guilt, "Master Jacob... I didn't..."

Jacob inturrupted, "I know you didn't do that on purpouse, Cyr." He stated, smirking slightly. Cyr rolled his eyes lightly, there was mereley a chuckled responce from Jacob. Cyr remembered how he had toppled into the forest on that day, and how this man, with his understanding and caring nature, had brung him to the school.

Cyr frowned again, "Jacob, have you heard of the unsettling between the houses? It's starting to get worse..." He asked.

"Mhm... I'm not going to dbout there's going to be some massive fight of some sorts within the school. It is... worrying, not only for the lives of those fighting, but for the lives of those around us. To release so much hostile magic in one place would..."

Cyr nodded, "Would expose us..." Jacob sighed, his eyes weary and sad suddenly. "Jacob... What's the matter?"

Jacob sternly shook his head. "It's nothing you should worry yourself with, Cyr. Now get out of here, I can only conceal your magic for a short time..."

Cyr nodded, and flung himself from the balcony, soaring down to the pool of water below and entering the school from it's side entrance.

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lokuri

((OOC: Hi hi Kain! ))

Niola was shoved into a small room, occupied by three arguing staff members. They all wore elegant robes and held emblems that showed which classes they taught. One of them sat at a desk with his arms folded and a disappointed scowl on his lips. However, a look of curiousity filled his deep blue eyes as he noticed Niola entering with the man from earlier. He waved his fingers, dismissing the male staff member. Then he stood slightly, glancing at the other two. One had long black hair held in a ponytail and half-moon glasses; a man of research, judging by his white suit and fatigue appearance. The other was a woman with frosty blue hair that spiked in random directions in a small ponytail behind her head. The person behind the desk had gray hair and was obviously more important, wiser, and older than the other two. Still, a frightening look in his eyes caused Niola to shiver suddenly.

"I understand you arrived here recently, is that not so?" The old man asked, scrutinizing her like the previous man did. "I assume you were unaffected by the beserk telekinesis attack that has left so many students in tormoil. You are indeed a lucky young lass."

Niola said nothing; she just kept her eyes upon the superior staff member. Coughing a bit, the old man tried to change the mood by giving away the identities of the people around him, as well as himself.

"This young fellow here goes by the name of Doctor Luchinson, both a master of the Healing arts as well as a constant researcher," The old man began, noticing Niola nodding apsent-mindingly. "My other companion is Ms. Frezerd. She is one of the intellectual teachers who practice the art of water and ice. As for me, I am Superintendent Lichard. What I am the superintendent for is of no concern to you as of yet. Now, what is your name and power?"

"My name is Niola Winsheil. I am able to manipulate wind...I use two identical blades which I have named 'Twilight Blades'. They use my ability to control wind, as well as the light offered by the sun and moon. Since I am of the age of 13, I am an unregistered Freshman to this school. Please accept me!"

Niola threw her back downards, so that she was now horizontal to the floor. Her bangs dangled loosely towards the floor, and her golden eyes wavered intensely. Suddenly, a loud chuckle filled the room, as well as a higher pitch one and a softer, calmer one. Picking her head up, Niola was shocked to see the three staff members rolling with laughter. Anger began to fill her, yet it instantly halted as tons of people began to fill the room. People were screaming, crying, and shouting; it seemed they were all suffering from some sort of brain damage or the other.

"Wh-what happened?" Niola's voice was barely heard, yet a great wave of uncertainty filled the room.

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DeathByPumpkins

At the end of the school day Siberius walked back to his dorm room while reading his text book about dark magic. He closed his book and looked up at his door. A note was on his door that read, Come to the roof of the school at 12:00 midnight. - Anonyomous Siberius took the note and put it in his pocket. He opened the door and threw his stuff on his bed. He thought about who wrote the note and why they wanted Siberius on the roof at midnight. Siberius twittled his thumbs and layed down on his bed. He looked at the clock. It was 9:00 and it seemed that midnight was days away. He set his clock's alarm to 12:00 and closed his eyes.