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Nov 27, 2024 03:37PM
FOR THE PEOPLE WHO LEFT THE GROUP/GOODREADS
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"Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom."
"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing."
Name: Cadoc Sawyer
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Occupation: English Major/Teacher
Date of Birth: November 3rd
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: heterosexual
"Many men know a great deal, and are all the greater fools for it."
Appearance: ( Photo or Description )
(view spoiler)
Centaur body: (view spoiler)
Skin Color: Light tan
Hair Color: Dark brown/black
Eye Color: Dark brown
Height: 7'
"Charm was a scheme for making strangers like and trust a person immediately, no matter what the charmer had in mind."
Personality: Cadoc is incredibly smart, witty, and humble. He has a certain charm to him that makes it impossible to hate him. He has a way with the students that makes them feel comfortable and able to connect with the subject. He allows the students of any age and any species to feel accustomed in the magical world, no matter how long they've been in it.
"The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends."
History: He was raised far, far away from the academy in a wild centaur herd. He knew from a young age that he was different from the others. The way he had control over his abilities and his body was so unusually different that he was rejected by his family and loved ones. He was abandoned and years later found himself as a student at the academy. Of course, that was in his youth. He graduated top of his class, but was still alone. No one really wanted to accept a centaur who could shape-shift to look human. This feeling of alone prompted him to become a teacher and ensure that no student ever felt that way again.
Lore: Was born with his powers and has no special lore to control it. He just simply commands his body what to do and it obeys.
"You are what you think."
Significant Other: Open
Enemy: Open
Friend(s): Open
"We know what we are, but know not what we may be."
Power: Centaur/shape-shifter. He isn't always a centaur. He can change his physical appearance to make himself look totally human.
Accessories:
(view spoiler)
Face Claim: Ben Barnes (from Dorian Gray)
Voice Claim: Jude Law
Languages Learned: English, Spanish, French, Danish
Mythical Creature Part: Centaur
"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool."
"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none."
credit for Raini's template"Thought I found a way
Thought I found a way out (found)"
"But you never go away (never go away)
So I guess I gotta stay now"
🤍🥀🕊°•- General -•°🕊🥀🤍
Name: Felix Apollo (most call him by just his first or last name)
Age: About 2,500, but looks 27
Occupation: Head nurse
Gender at Birth: Male
Current Gender: Male
Date of Birth: January 1, 690 BC
Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
Birthstone: Garnet
Birthflower: Snowdrop
Pronouns: he/him/they
Sexuality: Pansexual
"Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear"
🤍🥀🕊°•- Appearance -•°🕊🥀🤍
Appearance:
Caladrius form:
(view spoiler)
Skin Color: Pale caucasian
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: One red, one blue
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 172 lbs
Distinguishing Marks: tattoo of a raven on his back
"Isn't it lovely, all alone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home"
🤍🥀🕊°•- Personality -•°🕊🥀🤍
Personality: Felix is a man of few words, but would give the shirt on his back to a stranger. His generosity and longing for peace knows no limits. He cares for the students with his whole heart and would sacrifice his life for anyone in need. He is very kind and sweet. His looks may make him seem mature, regal, and entitled, but he is the most genuine and sweet person you'll ever encounter.
Despite this, his past really gets to him, but never shows. He lives in heartbreak and fear. He wants to love everyone the way they deserve but he's afraid he'll fail or get hurt. He keeps a strong and level head in front of everyone but he rewards himself every night with a cry.
Favorite Color: White or silver
Favorite Sport: N/A
Favorite Season: Fall
Favorite Book: Julius Caeser
Favorite Song: Only Love Can Hurt Like This by Paloma Faith
Favorite TV Show or Movie: The Good Doctor
Favorite Hobby: Singing
Favorite Food: Dark chocolate
Least Favorite Color: Red
Least Favorite Sport: Football
Least Favorite Season: Winter
Least Favorite Book: N/A
Least Favorite Song: N/A
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: Troy
Least Favorite Hobby: Watching sports
Least Favorite Food: bacon
Type: someone like him in the way that they would sacrifice themselves for someone in need. He needs someone kind but also firm to keep him in line and make sure he's not helping the wrong people.
He falls in love easily and is probably the definition of naive. He will love the wrong person but will never realize it.
"Walkin' out of town
Lookin' for a better place (lookin' for a better place)
Something's on my mind (mind)
Always in my head space"
🤍🥀🕊°•- Backstory -•°🕊🥀🤍
History: He was spawned in the time of the Roman Empire. He was a Caladrius, making him powerful and valuable to the king and his people. His job and power was to heal. If he laid beside a sick or wounded person while in Caladrius form, they would be healed.
They brought him to war...he laid beside countless men but it was already too late. He faced unbearable heartbreak to see he had failed and cost a man...a husband, a brother, a father...his life. He became depressed.
In his depression, put himself in a situation that made him extremely vulnerable and almost weak. He gave up his power to anyone who needed it. He fell in love with the Roman king. He devoted everything to him...and the king held him captive, keeping him as a prisoner and treating him like a gold object...When the empire fell, he was left alone. He went to the school, hoping he would find redemption in the lives of ill students and hurting athletes.
How they got their power: Born with it
"But I know some day I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear"
🤍🥀🕊°•- Relationships -•°🕊🥀🤍
Significant Other: Open
Enemy: Open
Rival: Open
Friend(s): Open
Best friend: Open
Husband/Wife: Open
"Isn't it lovely, all alone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home"
🤍🥀🕊°•- Skills -•°🕊🥀🤍
Patience: ☆★★★★
Charisma: ☆☆★★★
Strength: ☆★★★★
Agility: ☆☆☆★★
Street Smarts: ☆☆☆★★
Book Smarts: ★★★★★
Power: Caladrius
Healing
Caladrius, taking the form of a white bird, comes to those who are ill and injured and lies next to them while they sleep or rest.
"Whoa, whoa
Hello, welcome home"
🤍🥀🕊°•- Other -•°🕊🥀🤍
Face Claim: N/A
Voice Claim: Finn Wolfhard
Languages Learned: He's grown to understand almost all languages, but mostly uses English
Mythical Creature Part: Caladrius
"Isn't it lovely, all alone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone"
"Hello, welcome home."
Quote Song- Place Quote Song and Artist Here: lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid
credit for Raini's template"What's been happenin' in your world?
What have you been up to?"
"I heard that you fell in love or near enough
I gotta tell you the truth, yeah"
°•- General -•°
Name: Arjun Daidalos (Mr. D)
Age: His physical body is 27, but he is pushing about 2 million years old
Occupation: Science teacher
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: December 15th
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Birthstone: Blue Topaz
Birth flower: Holly
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: straight
"I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby
Snap out of it (snap out of it)
I get the feelin' I left it too late, but baby
Snap out of it (snap out of it)"
°•- Appearance -•°
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
Skin Color: Tan
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 207 lbs
Build: Arjun is rather tall, lean, and muscular. He has large, toned muscles, but his figure is still rather skinny.
Distinguishing Marks: Tattoo of a smilodon paw on his shoulder/bicep
"If that watch don't continue to swing
Or the fat lady fancies havin' a sing
I'll be here waitin' ever so patiently
For you to snap out of it"
°•- Personality -•°
Personality: Arjun (or Mr. D) is very charming, warm, and funny. He is very accepting of all of his students and jokes with them frequently. He cares about his students deeply and truly wants to see them succeed and be able to move on into the world understanding their magical abilities and being able to control them well enough to blend in. He understands that many of his students enter the school with painful and difficult pasts, and he knows that they are being trained to enter a life they aren't used to and can relate to them and explain things to them because he came from a long, strange, and difficult past that was hard to move past. He cares enough about them to help them in ways they may not understand in the moment, but will later help them in the real world.
Favorite Color: Royal purple
Favorite Sport: Baseball
Favorite Season: Spring
Favorite Book: The Girl on the Train or The Jungle Book
Favorite Song: Tiny Dancer by Elton John
Favorite TV Show or Movie: Friends
Favorite Hobby: Playing baseball, running, or reading
Favorite Food: coffee or tea
Least Favorite Color: Pink
Least Favorite Sport: Football
Least Favorite Season: Winter
Least Favorite Book: N/A
Least Favorite Song: anything by Olivia Rodrigo
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: N/A
Least Favorite Hobby: punishing kids
Least Favorite Food: English toffees
Type: (Teacher or other adult ONLY) Someone sweet, understanding, caring, smart, and dedicated. He wants to be with someone who will make him a better person and show him that what he does is worth it.
"Forever isn't for everyone
Is forever for you?
It sounds like settlin' down or givin' up
But it don't sound much like you, girl"
°•- Backstory -•°
History: He has a history that some would associate with the Jungle Book, except on steroids. He was born roughly 2 million years ago, sometime during the Late Pleistocene or Early Holocene epoch. Long story short, not very many humans were around where he was. Arjun was abandoned and left without a name. Luckily for the infant, he was born as a skin-changer. He caught his eye on a smilodon and changed himself to look like a helpless cub who had been left alone to die. The lone female smilodon found him and returned him to be raised as one of the pack. As he grew and learned how to be a smilodon, he would also practice his abilities and learn how to become a man. The other smilodons grew comfortable with him in his human form, so when more humans came, they weren't afraid. Many perished and the others were left to find refuge elsewhere. They were driven to escape to a land better known as the La Brea tar pits. Most of the remaining pack spent the rest of their days there, either falling into the pits or later dying of natural causes. Arjun was left alone. He was still nameless and lost. He had no pack. When a great freeze came, he found himself helpless. He fell into icy water one day and froze almost instantly. Somehow, by some incredible magic, he lived for almost 1.5 million years under the ice. He was recruited by the school when he was still 16 (in mind and body), then came back to teach after he graduated.
How they got their power: Born with it
"I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby
Snap out of it (snap out of it)
I get the feelin' I left it too late, but baby
Snap out of it (snap out of it)"
°•- Relationships -•°
Significant Other: Open (adults only)
Crush: Open (adults only)
Enemy: Open
Rival: Open
Friend(s): Open
Best friend: Open (adults only)
Wife: N/A
"If that watch don't continue to swing
Or the fat lady fancies havin' a sing
I'll be here waitin' ever so patiently
For you to snap out of it"
°•- Skills -•°
Patience: {9/10}
Charisma: {9/10}
Strength: {7/10}
Agility: {6/10 in human form}
Street Smarts: {6/10}
Book Smarts: {10/10}
Power: Shapeshifter: he can transform into a Smilodon, otherwise known as a saber-toothed tiger
Other:
"Under a spell you're hypnotized (ooh)
Darlin', how could you be so blind?"
°•- Other -•°
Face Claim: A very talented artist I found on Google with no name
Voice Claim: Andrew Walker
Languages Learned: English, French, Latin, Spanish, learning Korean
Mythical Creature Part: Skin-changer (smilodon)
"I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby
Snap out of it (snap out of it)
I get the feelin' I left it too late, but baby
Snap out of it (snap out of it)"
"If that watch don't continue to swing
Or the fat lady fancies havin' a sing
I'll be here waitin' ever so patiently
For you to snap out of it"
Quote Song- Place Quote Song and Artist Here: Snap Out Of It by Arctic Monkeys
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LUCYDA
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primordial of ( wishes, desires, & the night )
AS A PROMORDIAL, Lucyda is, well — the beginning. She's the first deity of her aspects, with some reach into other domains, but all her powers will be stronger than any other creature that has abilities under her purview. That being said, her own power is quite extensive, but limited with the remaining seals from her time of imprisonment still intact. Her aspects of wishes, desires, and the night can bleed into other concepts, such as dreams, fear, and sleep. Prior to her initial sealing, she was sometimes referred to as "The Mother of Wonders and Horrors."
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—☾ —
LUCYDA is not by any means one of those terrible, awfully boring teachers. No, never! She considers herself to be particularly fun-loving, with an attention to the potential of her students. That is to say, she tends to be the type that picks on her students. Not all that hard to do, given the class she teaches. Formed from the primordial chaos of the cosmic soup, her primary belief in teaching students is that if they're going to learn, they have to be tested. So...maybe she might get a little rough with her teaching. Maybe.
She likes to think that while she's old-fashioned, she's doing a lot better than a human teacher would do. Her concept of the world today most baffles her, with people being as restrained as they are in their desires and yet so very clear in their ambitions to obtain them. Everyone is so...polite. Perhaps it is that has not been around for several millennia, sealed away as she was, to see the evolution of societal behavior, but she's on the whole: unimpressed. Her general effect around others is that she remains a superior being (which is true in very many cases). She has little time for those that wish to challenge her, and they will be reminded swiftly of where their place is on the power totem pole, even if she does answer to a child.
This particular primordial has always been relatively easy-going, with a penchant for spending her afternoons and evenings drinking. Usually wine, and it is considered one of the best gifts one could think of giving her. However, in her merriment and drunken state, she has a tendency to create mischief and get others wrapped up in it. Consider it a pop quiz for the students and a refresher for fellow teachers.
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ancient goddess ✦ vice-principal + teacher of power control + head of cooking club
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SEVERAL eons ago, Lucyda would not have been known as Lucyda. Her true name has been lost to time, generally around the same time that she was sealed away. You see, the gods of her time were all formed in a primordial soup of cosmic chaos and absolute disorder. So much disorder, in fact, that they had been mostly free to do as they pleased. Which included playing politics among themselves and taking credit for things they had no hand in. As the generations continued, rolled around, the older gods had grown complacent and allowing with the younger gods. So much so, that they deemed it fit to overthrow beings that had been around since time immemorial.
Lucyda had been lucky, she supposed, that the decision to kill her had not crossed the mind the gods that overthrew her. They told her to think of it like a retirement, and sealed her within many layers of a godly trap. They should have killed her, or at least tried to. Try as any of the younger gods might, they would find that the originals were immortal and that sealing them was the only option. Most of them, anyways. At the very least, they could have done a better job at sealing her as they might have other gods. Those same gods stumble about now and she watches them, waiting for all her seal to errode so she can take back what is hers. But she's getting ahead of herself; she'd been locked up for centuries, millennia. Screaming out in tongues that mortals began to forget with each passing generation until she was nothing more than a story, a myth.
Until a decade ago.
The usual story: a mortal stumbles upon her trap buried deep in the ruins of some long-forgotten civilization. While a good number of her seals were broken, not all of them were. This leaves her trapped in a state where her true potential is just in reach. But, with the breaking of her seals came the erosion of the rest, and it's only a matter of time before the last seal breaks.
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JUNFENG
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dragon god of ( mountains & prosperity )
AS A DRAGON GOD, there are several things that Junfeng must always correct. For one, he is an Eastern dragon, separate from the ilk of the Western dragons known to terrorize their people. He is a protector and bestowed of wisdom, far removed from the undignified likes of the dragons in the West that burn villages to the ground and steal away gold. While he does have a horde, as any dragon may, it is of porcelain teasets and old historical tomes. These are suitable horde items for a god of mountains and wealth.
(view spoiler)
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JUNFENG may seem, at first glance, stoic — but he is ever the easygoing individual. He takes most things in stride, with careful assessment of the situation to avoid overreacting. While his approaches may be logical, there is a measure of emotional connection that he shares with others in their plights. When he still functioned as a god, his temples were full and his altars laden with offerings for the generosity he displayed and still does to this day.
While Junfeng may have some emotional attachment to mortal beings, there are times when he finds that he has some measure of trouble understanding them. To many of the students, he seems more like a benevolent grandfather figure than a teacher, though he does have very rare moments of showing his authoritativeness. Most often, when he is not teaching or reading, he can be seen sharing the wisdom he has learned through his long life with the students. It comes off a little preachy, and there may be a tangent, but the students seem to like it. And he is more than willing to share some of the stories he has heard in his time.
While Junfeng may know a great, there a lot more out there that he still doesn't quite understand. He has a certain level of curiosity for these novelities and how they have managed to changed the world. His interest in economic and fiscal change has always been present, but he's been branching out into understanding more of the literature being published, hence his interest in becoming the head of book club. Sure, there are some novels he really can't understand, but he enjoys having the students explain what they know to him despite this. The sharing of knowledge is, of course, a sort of sharing of wealth and prosperity.
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ancient dragon god : nov 23 dedicated day ✦ teacher of history + head of book club
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WHEN Junfeng was born, he took the place, quite quickly, of the god that come before him. Hatched from the egg of their skull, he was upheld as a dragon capable of a great many things. The god before him had domains that were far-reaching, but what was desired was something simple. From a tiny whelp of a dragon, the other gods schooled him, teaching him how to be the benevolent god he has become.
Time, however, is kind to neither mortals or gods. Unlike the original deities of the world, gods must turn to dust as all things do. He watched, solemnly, as his teachers died and were replaced. He took the mantle of teacher just as they had with a bittersweet eagerness. It struck him, once, that this must have been what they had felt when he had been born. Watching the rise and fall of gods in to their folly and old age was a tough thing to do. Particularly for once so blessed with longevity as a dragon of his kind. The divinity of a god and body of a dragon ensured he would not be met with the clutches of Death for a very, very long time.
Junfeng watched as civilizations, too, came and went. The fall of mortals as they toiled in the fields and sweat into the earth. He would often walk among them in disguise, listening to their tales and living their histories with them. He would gather names and mark them down, blessing their bloodline to be fruitful and prosperous. He watched villages turned into cities, into nations. He watched wars that leveled kingdoms, turned brother against brother. Ripped families apart. And while he could not fully interfere, he helped where he could. Brought rains to wash fields anew, shifted mountains to shield the innocent from the terrors that lay beyond.
It was, and remains, tiring work to be a god. But it was rewarding all the same, as he marked down new names in his books and listened to the tales spun of the gods he had known and would be to come.
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DATE NO NARIKO
441 + weaponry teacher + garden club head
demigod of ( hachiman/tengu )
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DEMIGOD : the offspring of a god and a mortal being.
POWERS : as a demigod, Nariko has been gifted with the abilities of both their mother, a tengu, and their father, the god Hachiman. their most displayed abilities include weapons manipulation and expertise, where they are able to create and master any weapon upon sight. while teleportation is useful, they much prefer the sensation of flight, which they are able to do with the use of their four wings and air manipulation. as they are no longer in a wartime state, they have had more recently put their agricultural expertise to use as opposed to their other abilities, which can be found here.
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NARIKO is not one to be trifled with. if their lineage doesn't already make it abundantly clear, they are most often — without a shadow of a doubt — looking for a fight. As much as they're a master tactician, they have never been one to "choose their battles". Every battle to be had is one worth fighting, especially when the demigod is the one to come out the victor. Of strong opinions and stronger still fists, there is little room to question or doubt them or any stance they may take. You can be sure that they will be as stubborn as they can be, and that they won't pull any punches. Students are more likely to get injuries from taking their course than from anything else, and that's still not the best of what they can do.
Among the things they've inherited from their father, their hotheadedness surprisingly came from their mother. They are of a passionate sort, with all the emotion and energy of a fierce storm. However, this emotion doesn't often cloud their judgement. They remain, for the most part, someone of tactical thought. Nariko doesn't, though, have much consideration for others unless they are very close to the demigod. Often they must be reminded of others' needs and considerations multiple times before it becomes set in their mind. There have been few individuals who have made an impression very quickly, their fiance among them.
While they may not be the best with remembering this care of others, Nariko is a firm believer in tough love. In and out of class, they tend to be stern with others that fall under their care. Forged on the battlefield, they are used to the growth that occurs in strife, and thus believes that everyone must encounter their own conflict in order to grow as a person. However, this does not mean that they are not capable of tenderness. It just might not take the form that someone is used to. Combined with their strict adherence to hierarchical structures and order, they treat most with a militant mindset of being their commander that must ensure they live a long and successful campaign of life.
THE STORY begins centuries ago. Nariko's grandmother, by then a fully matured tengu, had been found by a young man of the Date clan. Entranced by her beauty and grace, the man pledged to marry her. Unaware of her being a yokai, the two wed. They lived happily for a time, until their grandfather's untimely demise on the battlefield while their grandmother was pregnant with their second child: Nariko's mother. Stricken by grief, their grandmother gave up Nariko's mother to Date clan and fled back to the mountains for solace. Her body was later found drifting peacefully down a stream and stunned the clan as she was forced into her true form in death. Nariko's mother was cared for diligently following these events, as the clan feared what the death of the tengu child would bring. Her older brother, who had been sent away for schooling, was directed to his tengu family.
Nariko's mother came of age for marriage as war broke out. A burdening spirit of unrest settled within her as all the men in the Date clan prepared for battle. She, though not human like the rest of them and showing signs of fully realizing her abilities, was made to stay behind. Her contributions, however, would not be stopped. As Date Masamune would make his mark on history, it would be Date no Haruka that would catch the favor of Hachiman. The god would court her following several consecutive victories, and the two would have a child: Nariko.
The demigod's birth brought many mixed reactions. Strife within the family, among those who could not abide by the presence of a yokai within their household, proceeded to rise up in dissent. Others that found Nariko's birth as a blessing were greatly displeased with this difference and views, and as both sides threatened to reach for blows, Nariko's mother left. While she enjoyed the war games, she would not have her child be fought over as a mere symbol of prestige or devilment. She reconnected with her brother and was accepted by the tengu part of their family.
Nariko was raised here until they reached the age of seven, when their training as a warrior began. In this time, they were given several other siblings as her mother remarried but kept her clan association with the Date clan. Their youngest brother would be born with an unfortunate mutation in which his wings were placed too long on his back and inhibited his ability to fly. While he had no problems teleporting, this was a cause for much bullying. Nariko took the stance of being his protector until their father came to call.
The demigod was fourteen when Hachiman took them to the seat of the gods. Here, they were made to partake in the wargames of gods and demigods, fighting those much stronger and more skilled than they. Under the careful watch of their father, they were beaten and bruised into victory and triumph. On one such occasion, they had gone so far as to cripple another demigod. It was at fifty-three that they were sent off to preside over a tiny province. They oversaw the war efforts within the area and kept bandits at bay. Here, they could realize more of their lesser-used abilities. For a time, they were worshipped with offerings of food and valuable jewels before larger wars called for their presence.
As time shifted and warfare began to change, there became less of a need for their presence within the mortal realm. They returned to the small province to find that it had been decimated in their absence, with a dying village left behind. Striving to rectify this, they returned it to the splendor it had once had and accompanied the yokai children of the province as they were sent to the Academy for their safety. They remained, caring for more children who recognized them from the tapestries and painting from that tiny province in rural Japan.
parents: hachiman and date no haruka; alive siblings: rai, inazuma, keiji; alive
friends: irrelevant fiancee: oda no chikako-hime; alive
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Kyleigh , The History Lover (Assistant Manager)
(last edited May 12, 2025 07:05PM)
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[ B A S I C S ]
Name: Astrylea Vargus
Nicknames: Lea; Ashtray; Ash; Aster
Age: 467
Date of Birth: Unknown
Place of Birth: Unknown
Gender: Agender
Sexuality: Aromantic Pansexual
Position: Third Librarian; in charge of acquisitions and shelving
[ S P E C I E S ]
Species: Jinni
Powers: shapeshifting; reality distortion; illusion manipulation; wish granting; dimensional shifting; elemental manipulation; possession; invisibility; typhokinesis; pyrokinesis
[ V I S A G E ]
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Height: 5'9
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Desc.: Astrylea's form doesn't vary much. The glamour it casts hides only a set of golden horns and hooves, to match. Skin that is usually a pale blue is replaced with a paler, more human skin tone once the glamour has been cast. His eyes, though, remain unchanging. It isn't exactly the tallest jinni to grace this plane of existence but it is content with the way its form has come out. After all, there are plenty of occasional lovers that have seen its size as being almost delicate. Human and supernatural standards have never been something that it cares for, allowing for a healthy consciousness of appearance that results in the many tattoos and piercings it boasts. Some of these remain from its youth, as part of its own distinct planar culture. Aster is known for being particularly fluid in style, with hair that has grown as long as the back of its calves, to have it shorn it off into a buzz. It is not bothered by most styles of dress, though its own might be seen as rather peculiar for that of a librarian. There isn't much of a difference in what it wears during work hours versus out-of-work hours.
[ I D I O S Y N C R A C I E S ]
Even before Astrylea had set foot on the campus, it'd been a messy creature. Someone with flawed connections and horrid skills at handling emotional relationships, it thrived on the chaos it left in its wake. But that doesn't always sit well with the people around it. It has seen many a relationship crumble into dust, or go out in a spectacular blaze of glory that would leave anyone watching with secondhand embarrassment and the sort of queasiness that comes from watching a car crash. This side of it tends to be something that surprises everyone when they first encounter the jinni. So composed and put together, but somehow a complete and utter mess once you get to know it. It would say that it can't be blamed; its only purpose sometimes seems to be the vehicle for someone learning a lesson when it grants a wish. People make wishes so recklessly; shouldn't it get a pass for being a little out of control sometimes?
Not quite.
Aster's primary source of energy is the very thing that it loathes: people. Funny; given its penchant for getting involved with others. The jinni claims no interest in people, preferring solitude and a good pack of cigarettes — the one thing invented by humans that it quite enjoys. Its reminiscent of things from its home plane, which...it won't go into too much detail about. Most often than not, it handles the discomfort of being around others with a biting critique of anyone that dares draw to close, or perish the thought: criticize it, and a very stiff drink. It's not uncommon to find the jinni with a cup that might suspicious smell of alcohol outside of whatever caffeinated beverage it was supposed to be.
With a drinking habit like Lea's, it's not uncommon to find it passed out in random spots on campus. It's used to showing up from wherever it might have gone for a drink or a party, sometimes summoned into being by all-too-curious humans that just can't get their hands out of the arcane. It tends then, to be in a rather sour mood. But then: it's always in a sour mood when it has to think about work and interacting with the students of the academy. Now why in the world did it take this job again?
Likes: Whiskey; Parties; Cheyenne Cherry Flavor + Malboro
Dislikes: Granting Wishes; Working; Freshmen
Strengths: Eidetic Memory; Good Judge of Character
Weaknesses: Heavy Drinker; Chainsmoker; Nosy
[ B I O G R A P H Y ]
Aster's life isn't exactly an exciting story. It was formed from the dust of the planes it called home by the hands of a mother and father. Crafted like a piece of clay until it came into perfect existence...and remained in a state of homogenous events for almost a century. It grew like children grew until it stopped aging and started filling up with the warmth of power. The jinni had never thought to leave its home, uncaring for the so-called mischief that the others of its ilk had decided upon. Even then, it was not quite so caring to interact with its own kind. The solitude had fit it well, and it thought it would always be like that. But, things change, don't they? At the cusp of Astrylea's 120th year, it was forcibly shifted onto the mortal plane.
To be summoned was not something so easily done when one was jinni untraveled in a world that moved differently from its own. The jinni had been struck with a remarkable sense of disorientation as it senselessly granted the three wishes asked of it before it was sent on its way back home. Dumbstruck, it fell into a bit of stupor, a fixation. It wanted to see more. The voluntary leaving was what surprised everyone. There was the expectation that Aster would be back but — that never came, did it?
The jinni had taken to this new world, but somehow grew to despise it. The wonders it beheld were overshadowed by the troublesome toils of politics and greed. It didn't matter what species a thing was; if it drew breath, it wanted. Like Aster had, but maybe worse. A simple curiosity for them was held as an obsession for others. It found itself trapped in a lamp by a curse of a witch. Naive as it was, it had thought that fulfilling his wishes would allow it to be set free. It didn't happen then, of course, but eventually. When the witch drew his last breath, he freed the jinni and Lea was left to roam.
It had come, in the many decades it had been trapped, to hate the creatures that roamed the Earth, but appreciate the creations that arose from their hands. A separation of artist from the artwork. It could enjoy a number of things without having to think about the things that had produced it. It granted wishes to those that sought creativity and inspiration for their works, scorning those that would bring nothing into the world but more whelps to seek greed and start the cycle anew. Its pickiness lead to a spell of time where none would find it, disillusioned by the requirements needed. And in that time it learned what starvation was. Unquenchable thirst as it wandered and begged and was kicked to the side as most of the unfortunate are in this world it had come to know.
So — Aster was forced to work. It did not help that it didn't have an intimate knowledge of the mundane workings of the world. Each job it would be hired for would see it booted within less than three weeks and it would need to find another. It began to take on odd jobs, and was forced into social interaction it so abhorred. While a tolerance was built up and "friendships" were formed, it tried and failed to meld into the society around it even with a biting dislike for all that it was.
Years — almost a full two centuries since its voluntary return — it found itself wandering onto the grounds of the academy after a particularly busy night. A job was offered when it was mildly conscious and Lea accepted. Only to wake up hungover, confused, and in the process of sorting a variety of books for the library. It decided to stay, entirely bribed by the presence of the artwork around it, and hasn't left since. At least, not yet; the students are compelling enough reason to want to leave.
Family: a mother and a father; names unpronounceable by Earthern standards — alive
Friends: good luck
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Name Meaning: f. Dragon l. Empty
"Hey there guys! So, I'm your club head!"
Age: 25
Class: Robotics Club
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Family:
Father: Unknown (Deceased)
Mother: Unknown (Deceased)
Other relationships:
S/O ~ Open
Friends ~ Open
Enemies ~ Open
"Are you struggling with something?"
Species: Divine Kitsune
SD: A divine kitsune is a Japanese kitsune who is against evil, and willing to help the villagers. (view spoiler)
Powers:
Transformation
Light Magic
Illusion
Electrokinesis
Teleportation
Distinguishing marks: TBD
Appearance:
Half/half demonic form:
"
Why hello there, are you in need of help?
"
History: Ryoto was a young boy when his mother died, he then afterwards began helping older kids do their jobs in the small Japanese village he lived in. one day, he suddenly felt warm inside on a winter day, and he transformed, he went here for his last years of education and after a while, came back to teach others.
Personality: Ryoto has a tendancy to not pick up on emotions. if a fight turns up in his club, he will instantly try to stop it. Otherwise he's half the time happy.
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Name meaning- Noble Man
Age- 27
Birthday- November 5
Gender- Male
Sexuality- Straight
Mythical Creature Part- Faun
Powers- ( If any. These are whatever powers their mythical part gives them. ) None
Teacher Of- ( What class do they teach? )Art
Appearance: Blonde hair, gray eyes, raspy voice. He usually wears blue scrubs that are covered in various colors of paint. Goat-like horns are on top of his head
Height: 6'4"
Weight: N/A
Skin: Light
Personality: He usually lets the students do whatever unless they could get hurt or it is strictly against the rules. He doesn’t always enforce the rules, but he still makes sure the students follow them. He is easy-going, kind, understanding, protective, loves art. Especially acrylic painting. Though he loves painting, he prefers landscapes over portraits and abstract
Health- During the Spring-Summer time, he gets bad allergies which cause him to sneeze and cough a lot.
Allergy(s)- Pollen
Family:
-Mother: Rose Yearwood
-Father: Unknown
-Sister(s): None
-Brother(s): Nick Yearwood
Relationships:
None(atm)
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-ˏˋBelladonna Calypso Nevermoreˊˎ-
"Anything that doesn't kill me better run...and it better run fast."
┊Are you insane like me?
Been in pain like me?
Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?
Just to pour that m*ther***** down the drain like me?
Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?┊
⎯⎯ Background Info. ⎯⎯
- Age: (24, stopped aging physically) -
- Height: (Human Form: 5"4) & (Actual Height: 5"8) -
EXTRA: Despite her seemingly small height when in human form, she still has an imposing presence and mysterious aura that calls the attention of those who encounter her.
- Country of Origin: (France) -
- Wingspan: (8ft) -
- Lore & Abilities: (Gargoyle:
*Shift, Has the ability to shapeshift into a 'human-like' form
*Petrification, the ability to turn others into stone
*Camofloauge, can blend into the surrounding area) -
"Let me file that under...'I couldn't care less."
┊Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?
Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me?┊
⎯⎯ Relationship Info. ⎯⎯
- Gender: Female -
- Pronouns: She/Her -
- Sexuality: Heteromantic -
- Friends: (Open [3]: People who are able to put up with her constant coldness and seriousness yet who are able to bring out rare moments of genuine happiness from her.) -
- Boyfriend: (Open: Someone who she doesn't seem to like but truly does. Preferably someone with an upbeat personality contrasting to her own and likes to take risks, something Belladonna hates while also just being there for her and being able to tell when she's not okay like she says she is.) -
- Enemies & Rivals: (Open: Someone who constantly and relentlessly tests her patience and gets on her every last nerve by going out of their way to piss her off) -
"I was not asking for silence, I was demanding it."
┊And all the people say
You can't wake up, this is not a dream
You're part of a machine, you are not a human being
With your face all made up, living on a screen
Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline┊
⎯⎯ Backstory ⎯⎯
No one really knows much about her...
Belladonna Calypso Nevermore has appeared to have always been part of the Academy...even if she wasn't noticed. Residing and working at the Academy's grand library, Belladonna handles all things pertaining to and having to do with the Library, finding books and hiding its secrets...(Find out more through roleplay) She was discovered during the early years of the Academy's founding along with the castle in which the library is located. Over time, Bella was slowly forced out of the Library and now lives...alone, in a small cottage-like house near the campus, having gotten used to the feeling of not turning to stone each night.
"I'm...scary?...Good."
┊I think there's a flaw in my code
(Oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, oh)
These voices won't leave me alone
Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold┊
⎯⎯ Appearance Info. ⎯⎯
- Image Desc.: (view spoiler)
- Written Desc. (Optional, Includes: Build, Facial, and Voice Depiction): -
*Voice Depiction: Eerily soft-spoken and rarely raises her voice. Belladonna could be threatening someone and still maintain a calm and polite tone with her soft-sounding voice.
- Piercing(s) : (Multiple Earpiercings: (view spoiler)
- True Form : - (view spoiler)
- Tatoos & Scars : (A long, ragged scar over where her heart was, dark around the edges)-
- Clothing Style : -(view spoiler)
"You were my cup of tea, but I drink wine now."
┊Are you deranged like me?
Are you strange like me?
Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
Do you call yourself a f**king hurricane like me?
Pointing fingers 'cause you'll never take the blame like me?┊
⎯⎯ Personality Info. ⎯⎯
- Desc. of Personality: -
Bella is often known for her serious demeanor and lack of expression, however, she does have a hot temper even if such emotions may not be expressed on her face. She has a "no-nonsense" policy and makes sure such policy is followed. Belladonna takes disrespect from no one regardless of position and/or status, taking great satisfaction in putting others in their place. She has a hard time expressing how she's feeling and has won the title of "Her with a heart of stone", much like her constant facial expression, and is known for her stubbornness and tendency to not accept help even when needed. Getting on her bad side is never a good idea and she is good at holding grudges.
- Hobbies & Likes: -
*Reading
*Nature
*Dusk & Dawn
*Relaxing
*Tea
*Listening to soothing music
*Being alone (Considering that she's used to it)
- Dislikes -
*Obnoxious people & students
*Pitch-black darkness
*Being confined
*Feeling lonely (Despite being used to it)
*Loud noises
*Disrespect
*Bringing up her past
*Talking about personal matters
*Being late
- Disorders : (Claustrophobia, more found out through roleplay) -
"No...really...It's not me, it's most certainly you...I'm never wrong darling."
┊And all the people say
You can't wake up, this is not a dream
You're part of a machine, you are not a human being
With your face all made up, living on a screen
Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline┊
⎯⎯ Extra Info. ⎯⎯
- Pets: (Raven named Sparrow who acts as her lookout and messenger when she's confined to the Library : (view spoiler) -
- Occupation: (Head Librarian of The Academy of Mythical Creatures) -
- Residence: -
(Former: Academy's Library)
(Present: Small isolated house located near the outskirts of the campus: (view spoiler)
- Other: -
*Bella prefers staying in human form but will transform in order to make a point or step into action.
*She wasn't always like the way she currently is...
"I don't get paid to make friends."
┊I think there's a flaw in my code
(Oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, oh)
These voices won't leave me alone
Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold┊
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Age- 26
Gender- male
Sexuality- straight
Appearance-
Personality- : sadistic, twisted, idiotic, dense, brutal, accurate, manipulative, observant, nice, protective, crazy, observant, weird, intelligent
History- He was away on work when blade die and since then he was on the hunt for the killer. But on his hunt was killed by a car and was brought back from the dead. He killed the person who brought them back since he was going to use him as a puppet. He found the academy while wondering and enrolled out of boredom and to watch after blade
Mythical Creature Part- zombie
Powers- ( If any. These are whatever powers their mythical part gives them. ) limiter- able to go beyond the limits humans have including strength and speed, semi immortality, enhanced regeneration
Teacher Of- chess
Other- blade's older brother, and hides multiple scars under his shirt
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Age- 23
Gender- Female
Sexuality- Straight
Appearance-
Species Appearance: 
(view spoiler)
Mythical Creature Part- Vampire
Powers- Super speed, agility, super strength, blood sense, bat form
Teacher Of- Drama
Other- Older sister of Ambrose
Friends: Gale Woods
Boyfriend: N/A
Nicknames: N/A
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