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It?s been a long time coming. I remember the day fondly when I finally uploaded the first Citius Altius Fortius. It was the twenty sixth of July, and my days of summer were quickly coming to a close. In a few weeks, I was to board a plane back to my (new)home of North Carolina, and leave, perhaps forever, my old home, my first home, of Massachusetts. I was staying at my grandparents at the time, being the second, and last of my three brothers to visit them for a one month period. It was good; it was peaceful.

It went too fast.

I wanted to have something to remember those days by, minus finally seeing the superb ROME in all its ancient Roman glory. Something not so typical a teenager would remember his memories with.

I was bored that morning. Memories of my first roleplaying experiences, of visiting message boards by the minute to see if anyone posted. I loved the experience I had then. I wanted to have it again. I quickly remembered Final Fantasy VIII, how seven months earlier I had bought a PS2 just to play FF. It was an awesome story ? maybe because it involved teens. All I do remember is that I loved the experience, and how I wished I could live it for myself.

But I didn?t want it to be in such a predictable setting as FF VIII. Sure, it had [i]some[/i] interesting aspects, like how the gameplay was fused with the storyline. But it still had those predictable elements you would expect in a science fiction setting. For my RP, for my adventure, I wanted something that showed some elements of our age, but it had to be more than that. It had to show the possibility of our future as well; what the sins of man were easily capable of creating.

And most important of all, it had to show what teenagers, [i]children[/i], were truly capable of. It had to show the so called children really weren?t children at all, but in reality, adults who didn?t know how to act what the world called proper. It had to show how children would view war, or murder that was decreed legal by the government.

And so, Citius Altius Fortius was born.

Immediately, I fired up WORD and started typing. I didn?t know exactly what I was doing first, but my rule of thumb as a writer is leap before you look. Probably not the best way to go about doing anything (especially writing!), but I always give anyone who questions my philosophies on life an F U anyways. I didn?t tell a soul what I was doing ? no one knew I was working on my first RP. I was gabbing with Keyblade Wielder on her first roleplay, Shadows of Fate, so she never suspected a thing (not that she would, with me having just befriended her a few days prior with my interest in SoF). Morning turned into afternoon, with me constantly taking breaks fro the ordeal (mostly with grilled cheese with milk, courteously of my ever spoiling grand mother). When a section was done, I fired up Photoshop, and created a banner for it. No real reason why I created banners for each and every section; I love PS, and I use any and every excuse I can get to do any graphic designing.

I stayed past midnight, up until three in the morning working on the project. It was the longest I ever stayed up for, and it kind of shows what my priorities are (Get some needed sleep or Work on a RP no one will probably give a rat?s *** over? Hmmm?). Around 2, I was done, but I needed a name. A name can make or kill anything. It had to be something that would suit it.

Then I remembered the Olympic motto: ?Better, Stronger, Faster. [i]Citius. Altius. Fortius[/i].?

It was perfect. I created the banner for the header, saved it.

I was done. 12 hours of work was finally done. I went to bed just as much satisfied as I was scared. Would it succeed? Or would the massive background material (its TEN pages in WORD without the images) turn off everyone that came across it? I had dozens of RPs fail, but never had I spent a whole day working on it. So, I was obviously frightened.

I uploaded it that afternoon. I?m not exactly sure why I hesitated ? probably just a few last minute changes. I told everyone I knew was into RPing that I was on friendly terms with about it.

I didn?t know why it happened, but by the end of the day, ten people had signed up for it. I was floored. This was impossible, I thought. TEN people want to be part of my story? It was absolutely incredible. I never felt so good about anything I had done in my life.

A few days later, those who were to be accepted were accepted, and it began.

It went on for an amazing month; from the 28th of July to the 7th of September, the beginning of my roleplaying career at Otaku Boards took an upscale climb for the best. I will never forgot Alex?s depression when Lazarus put him down; how Ayame bought him peanut butter ice cream to bring his spirits up. I have a hard time forgetting that epic battle with Instructor Mox and Alex, while Lazarus was summoning Agammemnon. It was all awesome memories.

But it died as soon as it began. Too soon many said, and I was among them. I had so many plans for it; there was supposed to be a train robbery styled mission, and in the finals, we were to go up against totally Metal Gear ripped bio-organic enemies. A great conspiracy concerning a virus was supposed to be unveiled.

But it never came. But I refused to accept that. I am stubborn by my God-given nature, especially when it comes to stories I fell in love with, and characters I fell are a part of me as they are mere words on a monitor. I missed them way too much.

So, Citius Altius Fortius, which I was told countless times was the ?best RPing experience I had for the whole summer?, is back. It?s not set in a different universe, nor is it some different setting. It is still about teenage students of the most prestigious Risk Breaker academy in the world getting ready to become those legendary icons. There are almost no changes to it. I may be crazy, I?m probably an idiot, but I am essentially just coping and pasting the exact sign up sheet from the first CAF.

Why would I re-write it when there was no need? I saw CAF as my prime achievement at OB, and I?d be damned if I ever alter what I am best remembered for.

I don?t know why you want to join CAF. You might be like me, who wants to give that awesome RP another go. You might of have heard of it from someone, who was probably just as addicted to it as I was (and that is way over the limit, trust me), and feel like you want to be part of the action. Or perhaps you are just bored out of your mind, and want to try out CAF, for whatever reason.

All I can say to you is this; CAF is a hell of a rollercoaster. There is nothing like fictionalized high school drama, especially in a school that is basically making you a weapon that can shoot out fireballs.

I have to remember to thank myself back on that warm July day for giving a whole lot of fun then, and for making a bunch of good friends. I convinced Lazarus to join the RP, and his Lazarus McCloud added a darker atmosphere that made CAF all the better. I quickly befriended Kitty, and we have been following each other into RPs ever since, with a few exceptions. She?s a great friend too; if I am ever feeling in the dumps, I know an instant solution; fire up an AIM conversation with Kitty. Within five minutes, I?ll be feeling like a million bucks again. I have to remember to thank God for her one of these days. Maybe tomorrow or the day after that?

I knew White moderately from SoF (he was an awesome Vivi!), but after I told him about CAF, he joined instantly, and our friendship went up, somewhat. Despite me bugging the hell out of him to actually post, we always had good debates on both the story and videogame related chatter, so I have to say thanks for that.

But I am rambling on too much. I should be thanking Sandy, BK Styles, Sin, and all the others, but I am taking enough space as it is. So, whoever you are, wherever you are one of the originals, or someone that is totally alien to the CAF saga, welcome.

It?s been a long time coming.

[IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/CiAlFo_recruit.jpg[/IMG] The world has changed. There was time when magic was a taboo, a fabrication of fantasy; a way for heretics to dabble into the hells and writers to spin grand stories of a more adventurous age. But times have changed, and with it, the setting of the great play. Magic is now as common as gears of an automobile. Contained within crystals called the magi, magic can be used as something as simple as lighting a stove to inflicting a plague on an unsuspecting populous. The common man and woman have forgotten the warnings of the past. Now there is only the future. And in this future, countries are ruled by corporations, who in turn are commanded by their financers. And those who supply these corporations with their economic fuel are constantly black mailed by individuals who lust for power. This new setting, this new world, is a paradox to itself. Everyone and no one are ruled by everybody and nobody. Despite the easy access of magic, this source is still an enigma. So much power, so much potential lies in the magi. Thus, select academies have been formed to teach the secrets of the crystals. The academies have individuals known as the Seekers, and these men and women have been trained to seek out the youngest of children that have a natural affiliation with magic. With them being no older than six, these young boys and girls are separated from their parents, by order of the government, to become the greatest in soldiers and academics. There are nine such academies, the greatest among them being the Argo Arx Arcanum Academy. Situated between the east and western continent, on the island of Gabi, the Argo Arx Arcanum is owned by no country or corporation. It runs completely off of itself, and is loyal to no side, its students acting as mercenaries for their educator. This story is of twelve students from this academy, and they will be headed into a fantastic adventure that none of them had ever expected.

[IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/politics_banner.jpg[/IMG] [b][u]Geography[/b][/u] [b]The Eastern Continent[/b] ? Made up of mostly grasslands and plains, the Eastern Continent holds only two of the Corporations. A great deal of the countries strive for agricultural excellence, instead of political superiority. Notable items: * Valgrad - the home of the most powerful Corporation, MENRA. Located in the center of the continent, surrounded by a black swamp. Connected to the rest of the continent by the revolutionary Highway. Each and every town and city is connected to Valgrad. * Ruhig ? A fishing port north of Valgrad. * The Highway ? The largest interstate highway in the world, The Highway connects the entire Eastern continent. * Pheat ? A port city/fortress on the western side of the continent. It is home to the giant Makon Gun, a massive artillery cannon that can shoot up to a hundred yards away and decimate any large battleship with relative ease. [b]The Western Continent[/b] ? Desserts and mountains as well as dense forests dot the landscape of the Western Continent. Home to the vast majority of the Corporations, the Western Continent is more spiritual in nature. Many secrets and ancient treasures rest within this architectural wilderness. Notable Items: * Maravilliso Playa ? A popular, albeit expensive, beach resort off of the eastern coast. * Balimb ? A city that rests within the center of the continent. *The Tomb of the Lost Kings ? An ancient tomb full of monsters, spirits, but most important of all, treasure and a library that is said to hold the answers of all questions. Too bad it?s also said to have a team of minotaurs that slaughter anyone that enters. *New Well City ? The largest metropolis in the world, NW City is home to the vast majority of the Corporations. *Verkun City ? The capitol of the country of Archadia. *D-District Cell ? A desert district prison owned by Archadia that is infamous for its ruthlessness and political prisoners. * The Golden Rod Casino ? A famous that is infamous for its constant gambling-caused fights and gang skirmishes, but applauded for its other wise safe and enjoyable amusement park. [b][u]Nations[/b][/u] [b]The Eastern Continent[/b] Aruvasan? A country that has held the largest amount of land for ages, if only because it is a country of snow, where it is ?common? for the temperature to drop below 10° in the afternoon. It is ruled by their Fuhrer, Dmitry Agastov. Sarle ? A country known for its politicians and fighters of the peace. It is ruled by their president, Amane Sele. Imbecali ? A country known for its philosophers, artistic revolutionaries and proud armies in history?s past. It is led by their monarch, Liege Giuseppe Garibaldi. He is backed by a small parliament. Both the Liege and the parliament hold equal power. Dalim ? A small country south of Aruvasan that is also it?s rival. They are infamous for their sniper?s precision. A parliament that is reelected every other year runs this country. Tastavore ? A small country that was annexed by Imbecali some years ago. Dozens of minor rebel groups that usually number no less than ten or so members are crusading against Imbecali with poor results. Tastavore is a forest nation, famous for its finely crafted wooden furniture. [b]The Western Continent[/b] Archadia ? A country currently ruled by a dictator in name only, Alvose Stavan is extremely popular with the populous, and is famous for his actions of peace no matter the cost, on both the diplomatic table and on the field of war. He also refuses to participate in any ?dark activities? with the Corporations. Madaral?sol ? A small country located on the red plains, they are very spiritual in nature, believing in a river of spirits that powers the world. It would be more accurate to say that Madarl?sol is a large group of organized tribes than a single government. Amaracana ? One of the superpowers of the world, Amaracana is on friendly terms with most of the other nations.

[IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/magicschools.jpg[/IMG] Magic is divided into five categories ? elemental, support magic, blue magic, summoning magic and black magic. Even though anyone can use the magi crystals ? the source of magic in the world ? only those educated on the crystals can truly unlock their full potential. For example, any housewife can use a water-elemental magi to sprinkle her flowers, but only an experienced caster can start a small flood. [b]Elemental Magic[/b] ? The main form of offensive magic, as well as magic that are often used in the house, the elements branch off into fire, ice, lighting, water, air, and earth. When someone specializes in Elemental Magic, they also usually specialize in a certain element. Elemental magic-wise, jacks of all trades don?t survive very long on the battle field. [b]Support Magic[/b] ? Any magic that is used to heal, cure, or other wise help someone in need without necessary using force. Doctors and medics usually specialize in this class of magic. [b]Blue Magic[/b] ? There are some magic spells that no human can ever learn on their own without outside aid. Those specializing in Blue Magic are nicknamed imposters ? they use magic to steal magic, and thus, learn magic that no human could otherwise learn. It is a dangerous magic school to follow, since most of these spells require the user get struck by that specified magic in order to attempt to steal it. Thus, as a precaution, most Blue Magic users minor in support magic. [b]Summoning Magic[/b] ? The most mysterious of the magics, the summoners deal into the spirits of the world, and summon them for aid through objects who sync with the ?spiritual realm?. The weakest ones are man made, while the greater summoning objects are usually ancient relics carved with runes that no one else can decipher. Summoners are useful on both the battlefield and at home, since the summoned spirits lend word of advice if they trust the summoner. [b]Black Magic[/b] ? Of all the classes of magic, Black Magic is the most dreaded. Delving into curses and hexes, all Black Magic casters must be registered and take specialized test in order to retrieve a license. Black Magic casters are the only type of casters that require such strict standards.

[IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/students_banner.jpg[/IMG] From the list below, you must mix and match ONE weapon type with ONE student template. Once a student and the chosen weapon have been accepted, no one else can use that student template or weapon. [b]You are also free to create your own, unique, template. It will be evaluated along with your character.[/b](Note: The student templates are not gender specific. I just choose a gender to describe, but which one you want your character to be is entirely up to you.) [b]The Weapons[/b] [b][u] [center][url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/waffe1.jpg][strike]Katana[/strike][/url] ? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/javelin.jpg][strike]Javelin[/strike][/url]? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/_41003632_gambling_chips_getty203b.jpg][strike]Enchanted gambling cards[/strike][/url] ? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/90088.jpg][strike]Martial artist[/strike][/url] ? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/strf_Sitar_.jpg]Summoning Instrument[/url] (limited to only carriable instruments, ex, flute) ? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/5457.jpg][strike]Shotgun[/strike] (will also specialize in sniping)[/url] ? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/chakrams.jpg]Chakrams[/url] ? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/fn_hp_sasfs.jpg]Handguns x2[/url] ? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/Gunblade-Hyperion.jpg][strike]Gunblade[/strike][/url] ? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/tidus.jpg][strike]Longsword[/strike][/url] ? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/Warhammer.jpg]Warhammer[/url] ? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/rapier.jpg][strike]Rapier[/strike][/url] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/34812.jpg][strike]Twin Short Swords[/strike][/url] ? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/nunchaku_l.gif][strike]Nunchaku [/strike][/url](twin or alone is up to you) ? [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/.jpg]Mace[/url] - [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/lance.jpg][strike]Lance[/strike][/url] - [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/broadsword.jpg][strike]Broadsword[/strike][/url] - [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/throwing_knives.jpg]Throwing Knives[/url][/center] [/b][/u] [b]The Students[/b] [b]The cheerful naïve[/b] ? The cheerful naïve is always up for a fun time, always doing everything with a smile. Alas, she is somewhat naïve of the surroundings around her, saying things that you would not expect someone would say, but that is just her way. [b]The fiery red head[/b] ? The fiery red head sports a temper like no other! When she gets on her bad side, be sure to avoid her at all costs. She is an aggressive person as well, but deep inside that hot exterior there rests a longing for companionship. Since she was born using [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Artificial_insemination][u]artificial insemnination[/u][/url], she thinks both high and low of herself. [b]The noble bully[/b] ? The noble bully is an odd one ? he picks on everyone, and no one really likes his except his gang of other bullies. Yet, not even his friends understand him, since deep down he has a dream of becoming a hero like he would read in child?s fairy tales. [b]The aspiring adventurer[/b] ? Always getting into trouble, the aspiring adventurer wants nothing more than to get out of the academy and go on a grand adventure where he will be remembered for ages! He has a tendency to try to do the good things, but he is somewhat of a prankster as well, and is childish only to those he wants to think is childish. [b]The sarcastic[/b] ? Always cracking a joke, and constantly leaping before thinking, the sarcastic makes as many friends as he does enemies, with his tongue often getting him into trouble. [b]The loner[/b] ? The loner wants to be alone for the rest of his life. He suffered a great tragedy before he came, and he never wants to be hurt again. So, he has chosen not to become friends with anyone. After all, even the greatest of friends will die, so why accept the pain? He is an excellent fighter, and despite his cold attitude, is a cunning leader, although he makes mistakes under pressure. [b]The foolish courageous[/b] ? The foolish courageous has a heart of gold, the courage of the thousand man, the ability within himself to do great, remarkable things?but he lacks the motivation to do anything with his life. He is wasted energy, wasting his free time, not preparing nor caring for his future. [b]The young ambition[/b] ? The young ambition has the desire to do great and wondrous things, but the dream often overrides her common sense and she tends to leap before she starts thinking about any possible bad consequences. [b]The depressed worker[/b] ? The depressed is a hard worker. He constantly studies, constantly practices his talents, and is constantly praised by his fellow students and teachers constantly for his good work ethic. Alas, the depressed worker is never satisfied with anything that he accomplishes. Everything he succeeds at does not meet his high standards. [b]The over hyper man[/b] ? The over hyper man is exactly as his name says he is ? he moves way too much for his own good. If he isn?t talking at the speed of sound, he?s using thin air as a punching bag. He?s nice enough, but for those who don?t understand him (or isn?t used to him?), he gets on their nerves very quickly. [b]The playboy[/b] ? Always after the ladies, the playboy is just often jeered just as much as he is wooed by the opposite sex. Sporting the ?perfect body?, even those that hate him usually look at his arse at least once a week. Even though he drops girls like flies, deep down inside, he really, truthfully, would love to get married to a woman who understands him. [b]The pained loner[/b] ? Always being hurt by one series of events after another, the pained loner wants to keep to himself, so that he won?t risk being pained any longer. He will, however, accept friendship eagerly, which contrasts him from the loner, who will shove off friendship of any kind. [b]The intellegent prodigy[/b] - A strategic genius whose strongest weapons are his knowledge and skills for analysis. His mindset however often causes him to be arrogant as well as confident. He can be bossy and condecending at times, but never harbors any real ill will towards those he trusts and likes. Though his physical appearence is appealing to the opposite sex, his personality dosen't reflect that of a pretty boy or a "chick magnet". His main focuses are always on learning new things and seeing new places.

[b][u][center]CONCERNING THE UNIVERSITY[/b][/u] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/lastscan.jpg]The uniforms[/url] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/schoolsymbol.gif]The logo[/url] The curriculum -From age six to nine: standard education. -From age nine to twelve: basics to magic and weaponry. -From age twelve to thirteen: students begin advanced weapon training and at the end of the year select a weapon type to specialize in. -From age thirteen to thirteen and a half: students start advanced knowledge of magics. They also choose a magic school to major in as well as to minor in. From age thirteen and a half to sixteen: advanced knowledge of current events, politics and history as well as given access to the training grounds without the need of instructor supervision. -From age sixteen to eighteen: The last of what the academy can teach the students is taught, and they are prepared for their first mission, which is also their final exam, at the end of the year.[/center]

[b][u][center]CHARACTER SHEET[/b][/u] Name - Age (seventeen to eighteen) - Student Template - Weapon - School of magic - -If necessary, which elemental? Minored school of magic - Abilities/Spells - Give your character up to two abilities or spells that he or she already knows. They will learn more at indicated periods. Personality - Physical appearance (picture wanted) - What does he/she look like without the uniform (use picture). Only the attire will be ?observed?. Background / character snippet(optional)[/center]

[Lionheart]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1][B]Name [/B] - Leon Maxwell
[B]Age[/B]- 18
[B]Student Template[/B] - The Loner
[B]Weapon [/B] - Gunblade
[B]School of magic[/B] -Elemental Magic
[B]classified element[/B]- Fire
[B]Minored school of magic[/B] - Supporting Magic

[B][I]Abilities/Spells [/I]

Fire Sword[/B]
Uses his power of Fire and applies it to his Sacred Gunblade. This ability/spell is used a lot by Leon, as his number one trick from the hat. Another awe about this spell is it's range of fire use. The spell is driven by his emotions and thus, adds fuel to the fire.

He learned The Fire sword when he was at the age of fifteen. He was a quick learner of the element and headed of the fire group was because of it. The weakness of the spell is very known though. The first weakness is of course the element of water. The blade of fire will instantly be put out by commonly use of water. Another is Leon's emotions. If he would distract himself from the likes of his sorrow and anger, then the blade will lose large amounts of its power
[B]
Forbidden Fire God Technique[/B]
This is by far, Leon?s most strongest of spells. He rarely uses this spell because of it?s large amount of energy to just prepare for the technique. When used, The spell is greatly powerful when used in an outside environment, yet not as well inside. When outside, A great overflow of Flames come from the heavens as it hits the target from above.

Inside a room or lair, where the sky is no where to be seen, The forbidden technique is not as powerful as it should be. The matter is the source is from the heavens and the sky, without it the attack is sort of a fire storm that is formed from Leon's sword. Leon does not rely on this move alot, much less inside where there is no effect.

The technique has the name 'forbidden' because of the use of heavenly arts. Leon learned the aattck when reading an ancient book of spells. The spell Leon uses is not as powerful as it should be, though Leon does not know how to unlock techniques true form. Thoguh, the answer lies deep within himself and it's up to him if he is ready to unlock it's potienal.

[B]Personality[/B]
Leon, a young man who just wants to be alone. His scars show why he wants to be, his past is unknown to many. His cold and unfriendliness personality is greatly known to everyone. Yet, it is over-shadowed by his uncanny ability to lead. Though, he is known also to have ?mistakes? under pressure.

He rarely talks to anyone that has the courage to say anything to him. He would seem distant, away from the others in his own little world. His instructors praise him for completing his tasks without flaws, but instist on him to have better communication skills and talk to other students. Yet, he does nothing more then a simple 'yes' or 'no' when asked a question.

In battle, he is shown to be a great leader, with great tactic moves and quick judgement. As cold as he may seem, he cares for the safety of his fellow men and women in combat. Yet, under pressure he seems to lose a step, his mind fogs up and cannot think normally. His head fills with thoughts of his past and silent whispers of his forgotten family.

A potiental soldier, who wishes nothing more then to remain alone and join the heated battles of war. He does though, from time to time, like to hear the nagging of women as it brings back memories that are long erased from his mind.

[B]Physical appearance[/B]- [URL=http://utenti.quipo.it/fumetti_manga/berserk2/bp_gatsu.jpg]Leon Maxwell[/URL]

[B]Background[/B]
Leonheart Maxwell was in a poor family, though that didn't stop him from having a great live. One of his best friends was his older sister, who treated Leonheart like an equal instead of the brother-older sister bossy treatments. His mother would sell her vegetables that she grew in her backyard, while his father did his best preforming odd jobs.

Soon, everything seem to slowly change in front of him. His father, never came back home until late, drunk to a point you couldn't even talk to him straightly. His mother tried to sell her vegetables and work for the family since his father's drinking problem wasn't getting them money. Then, one night, everything changed in a heartbeat.

The Maxwell family was slaughtered by Leon's father. He came home one night with a knife. He killed his mother instantly, ripping her apart. Leonheart awoke after hearing his mother's screams of pain. He arrived just to see his older sister, the one he'd have loved so much, be sliced at the throat by his father. He wasn't drunk, but seemed controlled by a evil force. He gave a wicked smile and slapped Leon to the floor. He said he wouldn't kill his only son, but instead be a nightmare to him since the day he will die. He escaped, leaving Leonheart to his dead family.

Soon after the murder, Leon ran away to orget his past. He never wanted to feel the pain again, never wanted to be close in fear of hs father returning. He didn't care where he went, but just kept running until he ran into them. Men, who hid in the shadows of the night. They seem to read Leon's thoughts as they knew what was going on. They offered him to come to the school, Argo Arx Arcanum. Leon knew what to exepted and accepted. They told him toget rid of the pain, you must control your anger and sorrow.

[B]Character Snippet[/B]
Running...He was running without a cause, without a reason to run. Leon though, didn't stop, but pressed forward into the void into everlasting darkness. His steps hit the ground hard as he could hear himself exhale every second. Running....Without a reason....

[B]'Why do you run?' [/B] A woman's voice whispered to him as if she was inches away from his ear. Though, he ingored the question, and kept his steady pace.

[B]"Don't worry little brother, not alot of people can be like me!" [/B] another whisper, it seemed louder than the other one. His speed began to decrease.[B] "Some day, your'll be as strong as me!"[/B] Leon went from a jog to a walk as tears ran down his eyes. Why now? Why did they bother him so?

[B]"Come here, Leonheart, I will give you my love."[/B] He gripped his head in anger as the voices of the past echoed in his head.

[B]"Shut up!!!" [/B] He roared as Fire engraved him as he shinned brightly in the darken void.

Through the walls of darkness comes a beast with large features. His immune strength is shown through a strong aura that vibes from his body. The monster gives a giant war-cry as he prepares to destroy Leon. The mighty warrior stare away from his burning barrier and faces the beast. A sword appears in his right hand as Leon dare not stare away from his foe. His blade twitched as it burst into flames, powering up for it's master. One move, to end the creature's life. The void remained silent. The two were dead-locked between each other, until the beast blinked. Leon jumped straight at the face of the beats, blade high above his head.

[B]"Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust!!" [/B] He yelled as he was bring down the final blow when he heard the low tuned voice.

[B]"It's not you time to die yet, Leonheart..." [/B] The second pause of Leon was a mistake as the beast instantly shallowed him whole. Leon fell, fell, fell into the endless void until he blacked out.


Leon Maxwell jolted from his his nightmare, sweat pouring down his naked back. He was at his school, three hours before he was supposed to wake up. The early morning was quiet, not even the wind made any sound. He took a deep breath as he fell back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was the fourth time this month he had been having nightmares of his past. Why does the past bother him? What do they wish from him? He turned over and tried to sleep again, hoping his past would not haunt him again....Hoping his father's voice will never reutnr ever again.
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[Doublehex]

[b]Name[/b]: Alex Gleason [b]Age[/b]: 17, but his birthday is a month off [b]Student Template[/b]: The pained loner [b]Weapon[/b]: [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/Switchblade_Sword_by_WH1PLA5H.jpg]Longsword[/url] [b]School of magic[/b]: Elemental Magic [i]-If necessary, which elemental - Lightning[/i] [b]Minored school of magic[/b] ? Blue magic [b]Abilities/Spells[/b] [list][*]Bolt - Charging up any of his lightning magi in his [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/magi_bracelet.jpg]bracelet[/url], Alex sends a bolt of electricity towards the enemy. [*] Initiate - Alex's longsword is the X-105, the latest model in the Vigilante line of swords. Thus, it has a unique ability of extending its length and attack power at the cost of the charge of magi currentley placed inside the blade. The amount the sword takes, as well as how long it lasts, depends on the magi. The less the charge of the magi, the shorter the time frame the sword can stay in this form. [/list] [b]Personality[/b] ? Alex was separated from his family at a young age, and as a result, has developed a fear of social interaction, or in a more technical sense, an [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avoidant_personality_disorder][u]avoidant personality disorder[/u][/url]. He fears what people will judge him as a weak minded idiot who can?t do anything right. As much as he wants to be loved, he does not want to being hated for the chance of being loved. As a result, he is very shy, and will rarely speak his mind. He is, however, a violent person as well, his psyche acting like a tight bottle for his rage. Once or twice he got so angry with a fellow student that he proceeded to choking them. [b]Background[/b] - Alex was born into a family with no unusual heritage of the sort you would expect, since he is a student of the famed Argo Arx Arcanum Academy. His mother was a stay at home mom, and his father was a simple engineer. Their family wasn?t involved in any great wars (or if they were, it was not a big involvement?just another casualty statistic on a piece of paper), nor did they discover a new form of magic or technology or intelligent life (not that intelligent life has been discovered by now). They were just your simple average family living in everyday life. But even tragedies can come to good, average, folk. Alex?s mother died in a car crash when he was young, and when the Seekers came to suggest the Argo Arx Arcanum to Alex?s father, he practically gave Alex away. Ever since, Alex has been a loner, being shy and silent to pretty much everyone, not wanting to be hurt again. And yet, there is that longing deep inside of him that longs for someone to say ?I love you?. [b]Physical appearance[/b] ? [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/3rd_generation/Alex_photo.jpg[/IMG] [b][url=http://hyung-taekim.org/albums/userpics/10001/hydelloon.jpg]Attire[/url][/b] - A long, gray coat over a shirt and pants. He prefers to have his left sleeve rolled up so he can use his Aku Soku Zan technique more effectively.

[Kitty]

[size=1]OH MY GOD. O____________O *luffsalloveryou* Missed CAF sooo much! ;3; Well, instead of resurrecting Ayame (even though she's oh-so-much fun, lawlz), here's a new character! Sorry so much is left unfinished. I have to go now, but I just wanted to claim my weapon and template. xD;;

[indent][b]Name[/b] - Monique "Mo/Momo" Guerrier Tyriest
[b]Age[/b] - 17
[b]Student Template[/b] - Free: The Clumsy Flirt
[b]Weapon[/b] - [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/PicKitty/RandomPicchus/Rapier.jpg][color=#515151]Rapier[/color][/url]
[b]School of Magic[/b] - Summoning
[b]Minored School of Magic[/b] - Elemental [air]

[b]Abilities/Spells[/b] -
[list][*][i]Cado Pennae[/i] : After the proper symbols are drawn in the air with her rapier, this spell summons a large gryphon, whose name is [url=http://tinyurl.com/ymlvcy][color=#515151]Pacis[/color][/url] (art © [url=http://rage1986.deviantart.com/][color=#515151]rage1986 @ devART[/color][/url]), but is affectionately referred to as Cissy. She can summon the creature himself, or simply call his spirit into her rapier, which changes the metal of the hilt into feather-shaped gold and enhances the power of the blade ten-fold. Mo has a habit of summoning him just to ruffle his feathers. Despite how annoyed the creature may get, he is still dedicated to her.
[*][i]Pluma Pes[/i] : This is a very simple spell, and only saying the name enables Mo to "walk on air", just as the spell says. She can fly until she either calls the spell off herself, loses her concentration, or becomes unconscious, any of which can occur while she's still in the air.[/list]

[b]Personality[/b] - Mo is a happy girl that enjoys nothing more than hanging out with friends and enjoying herself, and she is especially dedicated to making her friends happy. However, she can be extremely shy when it comes to those she doesn't know very well, and almost never starts talking to a person unless they talk to her first. Mo can also act differently depending on who it is she is around. She is quite flirtatious around guys she has her eyes on, as one can well imagine, and otherwise playful to different degrees around everyone else. She enjoys nothing more than teasing her friends about whatever she can, which is why one of her passions is coming up with and using silly nicknames. Mo is also, to her dismay and embarrassment, [i]extremely[/i] clumsy. She often drops or spills things on herself and others, walks into practically anything, pushes things (which are generally valuable) over, and is regularly seen on the ground for one reason or another. She dislikes being teased about it, and while she is well aware of her clumsiness, she likes to pretend she doesn't have it most of the time.

[b]Appearance[/b] - [url=http://tinyurl.com/y5nwud][color=#515151]Here[/color][/url]
[b]Uniform[/b] - [url=http://tinyurl.com/y4o5mg][color=#515151]Here[/color][/url]

[b]Snippet[/b] -

Mo skidded as she sharply ran around a corner, her bag whipping around after her. She flew past other students, bumping her shoulders into a few of them as she went. She muttered the same thing over and over again, frantically under her breath until she quickly came to a halt in front of two large doors.

[b]"I am [i]so[/i] late,"[/b] she whimpered one last time before taking a deep breath and pushing open one of the doors. Inside, an older man who had been speaking about something that the day's lesson had reminded him of was suddenly quiet at the sound of someone coming in late. The students that had been paying attention to the 'lesson' looked up, and those who hadn't been looked up to see why everything had suddenly gone quiet, soon leaving Mo standing in the doorway with everyone in the classroom staring at her.

[b]"Um... Hi, uh, Professor,"[/b] she finally managed to say, though her eyes remained glued on her teacher.

[b]"Glad to see you could join us, Ms. Tyriest. Please take a seat. Today's lesson is very important,"[/b] he said in a very dull tone. One of the other students made a sarcastic remark, erupting the room in laughter and snickering, leaving very few to notice Mo trip as she climbed up the stairs to take a seat in one of the elevated rows of desks.

It seemed like forever before everyone was dismissed, and she had to stay behind to be lectured about her tardiness. When she finally left the classroom, she walked out the doors and into the chest of another student. Looking up, she recognized the boy as one of her classmates. The look on his face wasn't one of anger, but it startled her none the less, and she immediately pushed herself off away and kept her eyes away from his. He merely blinked at her as she backed away.

[b]"Sorry, sorry. E-Excuse me,"[/b] she mumbled, practically bowing in apology as she started to run off. Next for her was lunch, so she eventually slowed down to a walk, not having to be worried about being late anywhere. She returned to her dorm room to switch her books before leaving to find someone to hang out with for a while. On her way out, she spotted a familiar face.

[b]"Addie!"[/b] she cried, running towards her friend.

[b]"I told you to stop calling me that, Mo,"[/b] the boy responded without even taking a glance around to find out who had called him. He knew she was the only one who called him by that nickname. When she caught up, he looked down at her and poked her nose. [b]"My name is Adam. Repeat after me, now. A. Dam."[/b] She stuck her tongue out at him, but stayed quiet. The two walked down the corridor together in silence, the boy returning to the book he had been reading while Mo looked for a way to get his attention and annoy him at the same time.

[b]"So what'cha readin'?"[/b]

[b]"A book."[/b]

[b]"Well I can [i]see[/i] that,"[/b] she replied. She didn't do anything for a moment, but quickly snatched the book out of his hands and hid it behind her back.

[b]"Hey, give that back,"[/b] he sighed, though he had a grin on his face. He tried to reach around her, but she spun away under his arm, giggling as she ended up behind him.

[b]"C'mon now, Addie. You can do better than that."[/b]

[b]"Hand it over before you get hurt, you goofball!"[/b]

The advice was too late, as Mo tripped moments later, falling flat on her back. Adam helped her up, grabbing his book back while she wasn't thinking about it, and asked if she was alright. She insisted she was, and started walking faster than her friend so he wouldn't see the blush on her face. The rest of their walk together was a friendly and casual one until the two separated at the gardens, though the whole time the only thing on Mo's mind was how 'Adam must think she was a clutz, not that he wouldn't have known before anyway'.

Sighing, she rubbed at her cheeks in a futile attempt to get the pink to go away before heading off in the direction of her next class. She would be ten minutes early, but she detested being held back to be 'talked to', almost as much as she hated being so clumsy.[/indent]

[b]edit ::[/b] Everything's up now. :3 Hope you don't mind reading it all, lol.[/size]

[Venge]

Name - Matthew Duffey

Age - 18

Student Template - [font=Trebuchet MS]The over hyper man [/font]

[font=Arial][size=1]Weapon - Katana

School of magic - Summoning Magic

Minored school of magic -Elemental Magic (Ice)

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[/u]Rufen Sie Eis-Geist Zusammen - Using his summoning magic, Matthew summons a minor ice spirit. Usually a female spirit, she either helps him in battle or help him to do mundane tasks. One specific spirit that he has grown fond of is a spirit named Lefina.[/size][/font]
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[font=Arial][size=1]Kaltes Heißes - Focusing almost all of his magic into one spell, Matthew brings forth a blizzard like storm, causing the temperature to drop so fast and so cold, the enemy suffers frost burn in a matter of seconds. It does not effect Matthew himself, but it takes a toll on his body, which is why he uses it sparingly.[/size][/font]
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[font=Arial][size=1]Personality - Matthew is what most would call 'unusual'. He likes many things, including anime, rock music, punk music, and collecting shiny objecys. He has a tendency to be an annoyance, but people do say he is a rather funny guy to be around, albiet his unusual nature. Matthews only real friends are the ice spirits he summons, although he is friendly with all in his school.[/size][/font][font=Arial][size=1]

Physical Appearance - See Attachment


Background - Matthew was taken from his parents at the age of 4, barely comprehending what was going on. Despite kicking and screaming, he was taken from his home and transported to the academy, which would be his new home for the rest of his life. Although he was young, Matthew was treated just like every other student. [/size][/font]
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[font=Arial][size=1]He wasn't the best student or the worst, but he tended to have barely passing grades. Matthew was always picked on by the older students, but was friendly with everyone his age.To this day though, he has never really had a true human friend.[/size][/font]

[Lazarus]

I'll apply.

[b]Name:[/b] Lazarus McCloud

[b]Age:[/b] 18

[b]Student Template:[/b] The Dark Hero - Freespot Application!

[b]Weapon:[/b] Enchanted Gambling Cards - Cards edged and weighted with enchanted steel and cut for throwing accuracy.

[b]School of Magic:[/b] Black Magic

[b]Minored School of Magic:[/b] Elemental - Water

[b]Abilities/Spells[/b]:
[list]
[*]Chaos Curse - As a black mage, Lazarus has contact with powers dark and profane. The foremost of his abilities is the Chaos Curse. This allows him several distinct advantages in a confrontation. The Curse hangs about him like a malaise, an aura of distinct evil. Lazarus can discharge the curse into a target he has physical contact with, or into his playing cards. The effect is varied depending on what Lazarus would like to manifest. It runs from sapping lifeforce, causing disease and infirmity, to blasting the target with shadowy energy. Only Lazarus knows the depths of it's powers. Only one target may be affected by the curse at a time, and once Lazarus has dismissed the effect, he must reapply it.

[*]Black Guard - This ability makes manifest the deepest, greatest fear of a target who has struck Lazarus. The phantom behaves as if it were real, moving to strike the target down. Other combat participants see only a vage shadowy mass with no distinct edges or features.
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[b]Personality:[/b] A brooding dark individual, Lazarus makes friends slowly. Even those who he is friends with, he keeps at arms length. Due to the chaotic and strange nature of his magic, he has closed himself off from normal relationships. Lazarus is not a shy individual, but he prefers to let others learn from their mistakes, and so doesn't often offer an opinion in group situations without being asked. Lazarus often breaks unifrom dress, electing to wear an amulet proclaiming him to be a student of the school instead, along with simple black robes, adorned with red runes. The sigil denoting his position at the school is contained within an ornate cross, and hangs at his throat. The sword he carries is an old family memento, the only thing of his heritage he has left. The edges are dull and useless, the surface kept gleaming by constant attention.

[b]Background:[/b] Lazarus was born to parents of average descent. His father was a librarian, his mother, a businesswoman. His powers manifested at a young age. Children at schools shunned him, people were afraid to go near him at all. A standard test for magical aptitude revealed the truth. Lazarus was a black mage. His acceptance to the school of Argo Arx Arcanum was recieved with trepidation. It had been some time since the last student who majored in Black Magic.

Several events within his life had an impact on Lazarus, including the death of his mother when his powers manifested, stealing her very soul. Lazarus has refrained from utilizing that aspect of his powers ever since that incident. His father withdrew from him, effectivley disowning him. Shunned by his family, Lazarus turned to his powers. Perhaps if someone had been there for him, things would have turned out differently, but now he strives to master control of his powers, and perhaps release the soul of his departed mother. Who knows what price darkness will exact for such a boon?

[b]Physical Apperance:[/b] [url=http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m313/DrkLazarus/Oro1.jpg]Lazarus[/url]
[url=http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m313/DrkLazarus/Oro2.jpg]Another Angle[/url]

[b]Character Snippet:[/b]

"-cuse me, Mr. McCloud, would you like to join the rest of us today?"

"Gladly, professor." Came the expected reply.

"Good. Now, as I was saying-"

Before the professor could continue, Lazarus had again turned his attention to the sigil he had been absently carving into his desk. A moment later, the small knife he'd been using had been plucked from his hand, and the handle waggled insultingly under his nose.

"Mr. McCloud! Am I going to have to send you to -"

Lazarus had been removing his heavy glove from his left hand. He placed his palm across his desk, and watched as his professor sagged with relief as his curse was discharged into the newly carved sigil. Without the curse manifested on his person, people could approach him much closer than normally. The teacher moved to manhandle the studet out of his chair by his ear, and the sigil flared brightly.

A burst of shadowy flame lept from the sigil, causing the teacher to yelp in surprise and yank his hand back from the dark fire.

Lazarus stood and moved around the teacher, who hadn't been fast enough to withdraw, and was now sucking on two affected fingers, attempting to restore their warmth and circulation. "I think I've passed your course, professor." Lazarus said, pulling his glove on and fastening it.

He moved past the door, and recalled his curse, the sigil on the desk becoming an inert symbol. On the chalkboard was a near-perfect duplicate of the sigil now burned into the wood of the desk. The door tag announced the classroom as "Magical Symbols".

[TheResplendent]

[size=1]OOC: Kyosuke won't be forgotten, but wanted to relive the story through the eyes of a new character this time around.
Edit: Added Snippet. Syrus is ready to roll.[/size]

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[font=tahoma][color=darkred][b]Name[/b] - Syrus Cainun

[b]Age[/b]- 18

[b]Student Template[/b] - [u]Free Spot[/u]: The Dedicated Soldier - Works hard for 2 main reasons; recognition and improvement. He understands the importance in teamwork and solo ability, and dedicates time to them both. His attitude can lead him to be over-competitive at times and will often make judgement calls based on success rather then survival. In battle he prefers to act as the "spearhead" but is easily tempted by the acquirement of glory. Perhaps the area needing of the most improvement is his comprehension of restraint.

[b]Weapon[/b] - [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/broadsword.jpg]Broadsword[/URL] - [color=blue]Aludra[/color]. The name of the sword derives from the great blue supergiant of the canis major. Syrus named it this because of a dream he had, in which he achieved something he is currently attempting to make a reality.

[b]School of magic[/b] - Elemental: Fire

[b]Minored school of magic[/b] - Blue Magic

[b]Abilities/Spells[/b]:

-[b][u][color=darkorange]Flame Viper[/color][/b][/u]: Syrus presses his hand to the ground and manifests fire using his magi shard into the shape of a large snake. The flame viper boroughs in and out of the earth to attack and can reach far into the sky as long as it's base remains burrowed within the ground. The viper's attacking methods can range from spearing Syrus's enemies through, wrapping itself around them, or entrapping them in a circular barrier.

-[b][u][color=blue]Assimilation[/color][/b][/u]: This ability emphasizes Syrus's Blue Magic capabilities as it allows for an increased chance of learning a magic used either against him or beside him in battle. Syrus worked hard with Instructor Andrews to master this ability, but it still isn't flawless. Despite the chances of acquirement raising by 25%, the duration of the enhancement is still uncertain so it is best used closely prior to when the particular spell that is meant to be captured is used. Syrus is still currently working hard to improve the spell in both duration regulation, and percentage.

[b]Personality[/b]:

Syrus came to the academy with intentions of working hard and climbing the ranks one by one. Not one to lack common sense and indulgence however, he also enjoys the company of the friends he makes. In contrast he also enjoys engaging in several rivalries with people he views to be as strong as he is. With a knack toward physical combat over magic, he prefers to battle in the fray using his custom forged broadsword. His tactics in magic include using his fire aptitude to intimidate and crush foes and using his blue magic to fight more subtly, standing by as he quietly assimilates the abilities of others to gain the element of surprise and induce confusion.

Syrus isn't particularly hard to talk with, but may seem intimidating to most people at first. Clearly a rough and tough exterior but really just wants to leave his mark on history by becoming the best the academy has to offer. His temper may be quick, but overall he's level-headed when not being antagonized.

[b]Physical appearance[/b] (picture wanted) - [URL=http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/Bklynstyles/picm50.jpg]Syrus[/URL]
-The outfit shown is his casual outfit, minus the upper body plate which is worn underneathe the uniform. When out of uniform he also sometimes wears a black unzippered jacket with two lapel pockets.

[b]Snippet/Background[/b]:

Syrus ruffled his hair a bit and wiped away the sweat from his forehead. The training sessions in his weapons class was always his favorite part of the school day. His only real problem was finding someone who could keep up with him, most people preferred to avoid partnering up with someone who had a history of accidently injuring his sparring partners in the past.

Syrus stood up and threw his empty water-bottle into the trash. He tossed his jacket over his shoulder and began to walk out of the locker room, until another figure stepped in the doorway.

[b]"Syrus, right?"[/b] his voice said. Syrus narrowed his eyes and instinctivley reading his hand by his broadsword's hilt.

[b]"Yeah, who are you and what do you care?"[/b] Syrus responded in a serious tone.

The figure walked into the light and leaned against one of the lockers. He adjusted a pair of goggles strapped around his neck and smiled at Syrus.

[b]"Tomorrow, i'll be more then happy to be your sparring partner in Instructor Cavalier's class."[/b] the young student said with a confident grin.

[b]"Oh? Is that so? Haha, well alright then. Your proposal is accepted."[/b] Syrus said, easing his hand away from his sword. He was thrilled to hear a challenge issued to him for a change. Syrus and the other student gave each other a common nod of acknowledgement.

[b]"Gotta warn you though, I have a little problem with going easy on people."[/b] Syrus warned, catching the other student before he walked away.

[b]"I understand, but don't worry...I'm not asking you to go easy."[/b] he replied, continuing on his way. Syrus smiled and went on his way as well. He glanced at his watch casually when all of a sudden he remembered...
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[size=1]ooc: hahaha, cliffhanger on a snippet. *flex*[/size]

[DarkAngel_2.0]

[FONT=Tahoma][COLOR=Red]Name -Ruby Blaze

Age -17

Student Template - The firey red head!!

Weapon -[URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/fn_hp_sasfs.jpg]clicky clicky!![/URL]
School of magic - Elemental Magic(fire Magi)(can I? there seems to be a lot of Fire magi here... if too crowded will change to something or other :animeswea )

Minored school of magic -Summoning magic

Abilities/Spells -spirit bullet: She takes a willing spirit and inserts it into a bullet, shooting out. This coupled with her fire power makes a vary nice blast for long range shooting and as the bullet enters the victims body it takes their soul as well.

Fire circle: concentration is involved here. She makes a ring of flames around her and it makes for an unpenetrable shield moving and blazing 360 around her, to ward off any attacks.


Personality -She is silent and sarcastic but tick her off and you won't live to see teh next sunrise. her Attitude matches her specialty(fire)

Physical appearance (picture wanted) -[URL=http://memo.donmai.us/images/trinity-blood-4-02.jpg]clicky clicky^^[/URL]

What does he/she look like without the uniform (use picture).[URL=http://images.quizilla.com/N/NariaEriya04/1047626377_aintooboef.gif]Clicky clicky[/URL] (picture her with out a tucked in shirt) [might revise in future

Background / character snippet: She doesn't really dress like a girl... mostly baggy pants and loose shirts. She doesn't act girly either...not macho chick but somewhere in between.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR=Blue][B]Name:[/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=red]Æsir Hayla (eh-zer Hay-la)[/COLOR]
[COLOR=Blue][B]Age:[/B] [/COLOR] [COLOR=Red]18[/COLOR]
[COLOR=Blue][B]Student Template:[/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=Red]The depressed Worker[/COLOR]
[COLOR=Blue][B]Weapon:[/B] [/COLOR] [COLOR=Red]Gunblade[/COLOR]
[COLOR=Blue][B]School of Magic:[/B][/COLOR][COLOR=Red]Black Magic (Ice)[/COLOR]
[B][COLOR=Blue]Minored School of Magic:[/COLOR] [/B] [COLOR=Red]Elemental - Ice[/COLOR]
[COLOR=Blue][B]Abilities/spells: [/B] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=red][B]hell's Needles [/B] - Very thin strips needles are sent to cut through the opponent. The stronger he gets the stronger this spell gets. If chained successfully multiple spells may be castled after. But it hurts ÆSir a lot. If he uses too much force in an attack it may result in a discharge making the ice attack his innards.

[B]Obligated Blizzard [/B] - Once started he must continue. He starts out by turning the sky into a giant slate of ice. Then e transforms it into snow. But when the snow lands it expands into icicles. It can also act as a shield. If he is attacked he will be sent into a daze. He is completely vulnerable, yet this also adds an advantage. After this ?daze? Æsir can absorb his damage and use it to re-cast the spell. This time the effect isn?t as wide but it hits harder. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue][B]Personality:[/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=Red]Æsir has a mental illness where he is hit by a depression where false memories tear at him. So instead of interacting with others, he studies to no end, Day and night without a break. He doesn?t get great grades even though he studies so much. He never had a ?great? life so he doesn?t care if people complain of his grades. He tries to stay away from big affairs. He speaks roughly 100 words a day and only to himself. He doesn?t sleep much because of his studies so he drinks a lot of energy drinks to keep him up. Only once in a blue moon will he find someone who makes him happy. Even then he won?t speak much. Once in a while he sneaks a smile but why?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue][B]History:[/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=Red]When he was born he was diagnosed with his mental disease. His family was normal. Father was a worker for the people whilst his mother kept neatly the house. His illness didn?t stop him from being a human. He always had his eyes in a book and when someone talked to him he didn?t reply. This might be the reason of his silence. But it may not. When he was seven his father died from a heart attack. He and his mother moved away and his new school wasn?t great. He was always bullied because of his ?nerdy ness?. When he was nine he ended up beating a kid into submission. Later that week he was put back into his place in the crowd. He was beaten to a pulp and was hospitalized.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Red]When he recovered he scarcely let even a signal of happiness blurt from his body. He acted as if thought he was a doll to emotions. This is when he started to obtain images of himself being throttled by others, and personal demons. Not to long after that time his mother was brutally murdered before him. When the cops came he started to go into a shocked state. He cried franticly and waved his arms. He ran to his mother and got drenched in blood. He took her hand and put it on his heart.

He was adopted by a family very similar to his other family. When he was spotted his new father just let him go to the academy without second thought. Later he ended up is Argo Arx Arcanum.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue][b]Physicle appearence:[/b][/COLOR] [COLOR=Red][URL=http://www.tv-tokyo.co.jp/anime/bleach/images/story01.gif]Æsir Hayla[/URL][/COLOR]

[Darth Vectis]

[SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Asavar Kul

[B]Age[/B]: 18

[B]Student Template[/B]: Free Spot- the Selfless Mercenary

[B]Weapon[/B]: Lance- Asavars lance is unqiue in the sens that it is not a one sided weapon, instead, it has a blade on each side. Both curve but in different directions so if he was to use it in a spinning motion he could do more damage. The blades also extend to about a foot and a half with a serrated edge where the blade isn't. This alone gives his weapon a more intimidating and menacing look, while also proving to be a rather gruesome means of mutalating his opponent.
[B]
School of magic[/B]: Blue Magic
[B]
Minored school of magic[/B]: Elemental (Wind)

[B]Abilities/Spells[/B]:

[COLOR=Blue]Focus[/COLOR]: Asavar has 50% chance of learning a new spell from the enemy, and since he majors in Blue Magic he can then use it as soon as he gets it.

[COLOR=DarkGreen]Wind Burst[/COLOR]: Asavar can summon the wind to his body then forces it to explode outward at a fast rate in every direction, in a spherical kind of shape.
[B]
Personality[/B]: Asavar is exactly as his template suggest, he is selfless and rather heroic in a sense. But he is also very self-centered, arrogant, and sadistic he is sort of a living conflict. And he always seems to have an internal war with himself when it comes to truly consequential decisions. So, sometimes the wars seem like they will go on for an eternity in his mind, but really take only a split second for him to act. When he is around others he tries to keep himself under control, not letting his heroic side or his malicious side has control at all. He tries to keep himself neutral and indifferent, dispassionate from the rest of the school and the people in it. He also tries to keep a serious face and lets none he knows in on his little split personality.

But, Asavar is not perfect and doesn't always have full control on his personality change. If one of the extremes manages to break through his mental defenses it is very noticable and rather unsetteling how quickly he changes. If his heroric side breaks through, then Asavar is very outgoing and very kind and gentlemen like. Always acting polite and curtious to all around him. But, if the other side breaks through, he becomes anti-social, cruel, cold, unforgiving, and sadistic. Thinking only of how to cause others pain for his pleasuer and fun and is very war based in his thoughts. There are also times where he has arguments with himself, out loud and clear for anyone to see. In the end, his mediator side always ends up with control.

[B]Physical appearance [/B]: [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Darkness4.jpg] [U][I]Asavar Kul[/I][/U]. [/url]

[B]What does he/she look like without the uniform[/B] : [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/markcopy.jpg] [U][I]Asavar's normal attire[/I][/U]. [/url]
[B]
Character Snippet[/B]:

Good to see this up again.[/SIZE]

[Veritas]

[size=1][color=dimgray][b]Name:[/b] Dorian Trevest

[b]Age:[/b] 18

[b]Student Template:[/b] The Sarcastic

[b]Weapon:[/b] Chakrams

[b]School of magic:[/b] Elemental Air[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray][b]Minored school of magic:[/b] Black

[b]Abilities/Spells[/b]:[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=dimgray][color=deepskyblue]Movement Gale[/color] - Uses wind to aid his movement making him faster, more agile and able to jump higher.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size]
[size=1][color=dimgray][color=black]Soul Strike[/color] - An unsual form of hexing that most black mages skip, it involves casting the hex on ones self thus making their attacks stronger, the downplay of this is the caster feels a slight but signifigant part of the damage he is inflicting thus damaging himself. Usually the kickback damage is only pain thought there have been cases of actual wounds appearing, such as if a foes arm was severed a small cut on the casters arm where he made the slash on the enemy. Since the kickback damage is reduced it's almost impossible to severly hurt oneself but using it on multiple foes can cause some major harm.

[b]Personality:[/b] Gifted with keen wit, Dorian is an excellent student when his tongue or humor doesn't get the better of him. Neither quiet or loud, though at times he can be one or the other. Known equally for his sharp critizism as well as his ability to find humor in almost any situation. Dorian isn't overly social with most he tries to avoid "unneccesary talking", following a self adapted motto's 'say what you mean and mean what you say.' Bluntly honest Dorian has a habit of saying the wrong thing at the exact wrong time, getting him into some sticky situations, though luckily his tounge does work in reverse, being smooth on the blue moon occasion.[/color][/size]
[font=Verdana][size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size][/font]
[size=1][color=dimgray]Though behind his sharp tongue is someone more complicated than most would guess. Dorian harbors a hatred of himself, and doesn't think he deserves to be loved or cared for. So he keeps his heart cold and most people away with his sharp mouth. He acts like he doens't care but if anything he cares too much which is part of the reason he doesn't push people away all together. Most poeple wouldn't expect a favor from him, but actually he would be one of the first to offer it, though you might get an earful after.

[b]Physical appearance:[/b] [/color][url="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j285/o_th1rt3en_o/calintz.jpg"][color=dimgray]Here[/color][/url]

[color=dimgray][b]Background / character snippet:[/b] Sorry to leave this incomplete but I have to work in the morning so I'll finish this later.[/color][/size]

[Sandy]

[SIZE=1][B]Doublehex[/B], if you remember, we agreed on me having two characters for this relaunch of CAF. I decided to make them twins, but if you have any problems with my sign-up, don't hesitate to contact me![/SIZE]

[CENTER]~*~*~*~

[IMG]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/twins.jpg[/IMG]

[B]~Name~[/B]
Circes Augurion

[B]~Age~[/B]
18 years old

[B]~Student Template~[/B]
The Psychic Twins (freespot)

[B]~Weapon~[/B]
Single Nunchaku
[IMG]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/nunchaku.jpg[/IMG]

[B]~Schools of Magic~[/B]
[I]Primary:[/I] [COLOR=DarkOrchid]Dark Magic[/COLOR]
[I]Secondary:[/I] [COLOR=Green]Summoning Magic[/COLOR]

[B]~Abilities~[/B]

[I]Phantom Dirge[/I] - the caster's voice becomes ghastly and hollow. When the correct words are uttered with such a voice, everybody around the caster are deafened by otherwordly howling.

[I]Psychic Connection[/i] - the twins have a strong emotional and magical bond between them, which enables them to feel what the other feels, and know in which direction the other is.

[B]~Personality~[/B]
Carrot and Circes have spent their entire lives together. In their early childhood, whenever they were separated, they began to cry and kept going until they were reunited. Later that kind of behavior stopped, but still they preferred each others' company over other children.

At puberty, their relationship became somewhat twisted. Carrot was furiosly jealous of her twin brother, whereas Circes started to take contact to other people. By the time they entered the [I]Argo Arx Arcanum[/I], Circes was a very social person, even to the point of being a show-off.

Circes is not a manly man, in fact he's more into singing and fashion instead of sports and fighting. He intrigues other people - especially girls - with his outward personality and care-free attitude.

Despite their differences, Circes and Carrot are still deeply attached to each other, and it is said that nothing can come between them.

[B]~Appearance~[/B]
[I](See the picture at the top of this post for reference.)[/I]
The twins both have strawberry blonde hair, and pale skin that gets easily freckled in the summer. Circes has grown up to be taller than Carrot, but they both have a slender bodybuild.

[B]~Snippet~ [/B]

Circes was showing the new addition he had made to the sleeves of his uniforms to a couple of his friends, when he heard books falling to the ground. He turned to look, and saw his sister crouched on the ground, yelling something to a boy who apparently had bumped into her.

"Poor Carrot", Circes said to his female friends. "She'll never get friends that way."

"What do you care about her?" one of his friends said. "She's nothing but a sourpuss and a whiner!"

"Maybe, but she's my twin sister", Circes sighed. "An outsider simply cannot understand what we have between us. Oh well, what were we talking about...?"

~*~*~*~

[B]~Name~[/B]
Cassandra "Carrot" Augurion

[B]~Age~[/B]
18 years old

[B]~Student Template~[/B]
The Psychic Twins (freespot)

[B]~Weapon~[/B]
Star Chakram
[IMG]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/SamSandy/typhoon-star.jpg[/IMG]

[B]~Schools of Magic~[/B]
[I]Primary:[/I] [COLOR=Gray]Supporting Magic[/COLOR]
[I]Secondary:[/I] [COLOR=Green]Summoning Magic[/COLOR]

[B]~Abilities~[/B]

[I]White Phoenix Tear[/i] - a small tear-shaped light is conjured to the caster's palm. If placed on a wound, the light patches it up. It also eases aches and pain.

[I]Psychic Connection[/i] - the twins have a strong emotional and magical bond between them, which enables them to feel what the other feels, and know in which direction the other is.

[B]~Personality~[/B]
Carrot and Circes have spent their entire lives together. In their early childhood, whenever they were separated, they began to cry and kept going until they were reunited. Later that kind of behavior stopped, but still they preferred each others' company over other children.

At puberty, their relationship became somewhat twisted. Carrot was furiosly jealous of her twin brother, whereas Circes started to take contact to other people. By the time they entered the [I]Argo Arx Arcanum[/I], Carrot was constantly pouting and irritable.

Carrot doesn't have other friends besides her twin brother. She aims to be the best in what she does, and sees other students as obstacles in her path.

Despite their differences, Circes and Carrot are still deeply attached to each other, and it is said that nothing can come between them.

[B]~Appearance~[/B]
[I](See the picture at the top of this post for reference.)[/I]
The twins both have strawberry blonde hair, of which Carrot has received her nickname, and pale skin that gets easily freckled in the summer.Carrot is a lot shorter than Circes, but they both have a slender bodybuild.

[B]~Snippet~ [/B]
Carrot watched her brother from a distance. He was down the corridor, chatting and laughing with a few of his irritating bitches. Carrot simply couldn't understand why Circes was so keen on spending his time with those airheads!

Angrily Carrot turned around, and bumped into a guy, dropping the books she was carrying.

"Oh, sorry!" the guy said apologeticly, and crouched to help her to pick up the books. "Let me help..."

"Don't bother!" Carrot snapped, hastily gathered what she had dropped and hurried off.[/CENTER]

[Tekkaman]

[color=gray][font=Century Gothic][size=2]Name: [color=indigo]Strom Vanguard[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2]Age (seventeen to eighteen): [color=indigo]Eighteen[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2]Student Template: [color=indigo]The Young Ambition[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2]Weapon: [color=indigo]Twin Short Swords[/color] [url="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k307/KeybladeAcheron/Kyndras.png"][color=darkred](Kyndras)[/color][/url][/size][/font][color=indigo]
[/color]
[font=Century Gothic][size=2]School of magic: [color=indigo]Elemental Magic[/color] [/size][/font][color=indigo][font=Century Gothic][size=2](Water Magi)[/size][/font]
[/color]
[font=Century Gothic][size=2]Minored school of magic: [/size][/font][color=indigo][font=Century Gothic][size=2]Blue Magic[/size][/font]
[/color]
[font=Century Gothic][size=2]Abilities/Spells: [color=indigo]Below[/color][/size][/font][/color]

[color=gray][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=indigo]Torrent[/color]: Strom's water elemental crystal allows him to shoot high pressured water from his hands at an alarming speed - quicker students from the same grade level have been known to barely avoid the accurate blast.[/size][/font][/color]

[color=gray][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=indigo]QuickSave[/color]: Strom's blue magi crystal allows him to learn another's magi power with poor accuracy - 20% according to Strom. However, he can remember the learned move indefinitely once learned. [/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=gray][size=2]Personality: [/size][/color][/font]

[/color][font=Century Gothic][color=gray][size=2][color=gray][size=4][color=indigo]S[/color][/size]trom's[/color] direct influence throughout his teenage life was paying attention to one Aaron Covais, a boy who was his next door neighbor while living in Balimb, Madaral'sol. He, Aaron, was always left by himself at home while his mother worked round-the-clock as a single parent. This action caused Aaron to become involved heavily in magic - Strom would look at Aaron practice daily by himself and try to follow suit. Strom was able to learn basic magic almost as fast Aaron and they both joined the 'Argo Arx Arcanum' Academy at the age of thirteen (13), unbeknownst to Aaron himself. He, Strom, majored in Water Elemental Magic and minored in Blue Magic - Blue Magic to be closer to Aaron, whom he was taking a mutual liking to.[/size][/color][/font]


[left][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=gray]Strom loves to think about being at par with his idol, Aaron Covais - which he keeps extremely low-key - daydreaming that he's fighting alongside his idol and getting a job as the highest-ranking mercenary (Strom has no doubt that Aaron is striving for the same thing). Therefore, Strom takes losing very harshly; he believes that losing puts him at a lower level than Aaron, which Strom will not accept.[/color][/size][/font][/left]

[color=gray][color=indigo][/color]
[font=Century Gothic][size=2]Physical appearance (picture wanted):[/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2]Though Strom picture was taken at a global aquarium during one of the Academy's field trips - thus, restricting the camera's color - he has sandy brown hair, tanned skin, and deep blue eyes (The Water Elemental Professor said that his eyes were the deciding factor in what he'd major and minor in) that seem to penetrate his opponents before a battle. His school outfit - white with a blue tinge - is usually draped/put on over his t-shirt and jeans. Strom is very handsome and though he is modest, Strom is not ignorant of the truth.[/size][/font]

[left][font=Century Gothic][size=2][img]http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k307/KeybladeAcheron/94a10a53.png[/img][/size][/font][/color][/left]

[Riku]

[COLOR=Purple][SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma]Lyke, omg, I can't believe CAF is coming back with a vengence... I need to be in an RP so bad, it's unreal. XD Anyways, like I promised, Doublehex, I am going to sign up... heck, like I would miss it for the world!! Awww, I miss Abel and Havok... poor Rinoa, will never come back... but do not worry! Someone as nice as her will appear here soon enough! XD

[CENTER]~+~[/CENTER]

[B]Name:[/B] Aizen Skye

[B]Age:[/B] 18

[B]Student Template:[/B] Free- Broken Girl (Meh. or if it's alright, the meek loner. Whatever is best for you, DH.)

[B]Weapon:[/B] Javilen

[B]School of Magic:[/B] Support Magic

[B]Minored School of Magic:[/B] Elemental Magic (Wind Magic)

[B]Abilities/ Spells:[/B]
> Emerald Pheonix: A Cure spell that can heal any wound and revive characters to their full potential. But, it can only be used one time due to the stress it leaves on the caster.

> Winged- Blow: With several swings of her winged sword, Aizen unleases multiple blows on the opponent, leaving them as if a tornado had hit them in the face.

[B]Personality:[/B] Aizen is a very quiet and calm girl who only wants friends. During the years of growing up, she has lost everyone in her family and has had her heart broken many times. She is very free- spirited in her element when she wants to be, but mostly quiet when she doesn't know anybody, leaving her vunerable for bullying. The goals that she really wants to achieve is to be a master at magic and fighting, but also to find someone that will take care of her and love her for who she really is... if that's even possible.

[B]Physical Appearence: [/B] [URL=http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/9154/1136244187gsofpurityof8.jpg]Aizen [/URL]

[B]School Uniform:[/B] [URL=http://img485.imageshack.us/img485/6933/schooluniformgh4.jpg]Here.[/URL] (More of a silver, green and white getup to match her colours. ;D)

[B]Snippet:[/B]

"Miss Skye, would you please read this section in Chapter Three?"

Aizen nodded and slowly stood up from her desk with the textbook in her hand, slowly but gently reading the text about why Support Magic is so important.

While she was reading, she could hear the other girls in the class whispering and spreading rumors behind her back, laughing at her for no apparent reason.

"Oh my god, do you see how lame she looks in that getup?"

"I hear she can't even do simple magic spells. How lame is that?!"

...It was okay; she was used to hear negative comments about herself that she just ignored it every single day. She really didn't know why everyone hated her, but she didn't want to find out either. Anyway, it seemed that only the girls made fun of her while the boys didn't even notice, so it was all good.

The bell finally rang and the whole class flooded out of the room, running to the Cafteria to get some food before the lines got long. Aizen slowly collected her books from her desk and started walking down the hallway towards her locker until a group of girls and a handsome guy bumped into her, knocking her and her books across the hallway.

While the girls started to laugh at her, the handsome boy looked at Aizen as if she was some freak and yelled, "Gee, nerd! Watch where you're going!" And with that, they started to walk off, laughing at the little incident that just occured.

Her eyes wide and her mouth agape, Aizen watched at the group continued to laugh down the hallway. She couldn't believe that a boy so good looking could be so mean... but, could it mean.... that all boys think of her his way? A freak that no one notices?

She slumped toward her books and slowly picked them up, tears starting to swell in her eyes and drip onto the marble floor. "I guess no one really likes me," she mumble to herself, "maybe I should just dissapear."

"But if that happened, I wouldn't be happy at all."

Gasping, Aizen looked up to see a red long- haired boy staring down at her, smiling and helping her pick up the books. He was even more handsome than the boy she just saw and his expression was so calm and gentle. He looked at her with his amber eyes and smiled, making her blush.

"Don't worry about them," he finally replied, "they've always been like that."

"Oh really..."

He smiled again. "Yeah. Hey, would you like to have lunch with me?"

Aizen stared at him and nodded, a smile sweeping across her face. "Okay, sure!"

The boy smiled kindly and helped her up from the floor, walking her to the Cafeteria.

...Maybe school wouldn't be so bad after all...

[CENTER]~+~[/CENTER]
Okay, this boy is so random, but whatever. I hope Aizen will find someone that likes her for who she is... daaw! XD I hope I get in!!

EDIT: THERE! I DID IT, DH! GO BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE!! XDD[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Engel]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][b]Name.:[/b] Kristos Einsamkeit Enttausch.
[b]Age.:[/b] 17.
[b]Student Template:[/b] The Annoyed Anti-Hero. (Free Template. =D)

[b]Weapon.:[/b] Katana, affectionately named "Zenjiga", or "Goodbye."
[b]School of Magic.:[/b] Elemental. (Ice.)
[i]Minored Magic.:[/i] Support Magic.

[u][i]Shattered Reflection.:[/i][/u] Kristos creates a huge pannel of ice in front of himself and then all around the enemy, trapping them in a sort of artic house of mirriors. After the celing is pieced together, Kristos shatters the ceiling into millions of large shards that rain down with frightening speed and accuracy. if desired, Kristos can shatter the walls, too.

[u][i]Cold Heart, Colder Hands.:[/u][/i] This spell allows Kristos to freely spout ice from any part of his body, though he mainly emplores it from the palms of his hands after a palm strike for a fast kill. He's also able to encase his weapon in ice.

[b]Personality.:[/b] Witty, sarcastic, and scathing, Kristos is as cold as ice and sharp as the steel of his blade. Easily irritated, however, he hides it with a snappy remark and a sly grin. He seems to be more interested in women and his own personal interests, but he will do the right thing when the time calls for it. However, don't expect to see kristos prancing around and helping everyone out that needs help, as he's just as quick to cause you trouble if you're being particularly...stupid.

[b]Physical Appearance.:[/b] [url=http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39233570/?&q=Zexion&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5]Kristos. [Copyright superspacemonkey @ deviantart.com][/url]

(When not in school he wears [url=http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/25794950/?&q=uryuu&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5]this, [Also done by superspacemonkey @ deviantart.com][/url]. However, he usually always sports the eyeglasses.

[b]Snippit.:[/b] Kristos gazed around, forming a small ball of ice in his palm and rolling it around with his fingertips to keep himself amused. As boring as ever. He blew a jet of ice from between his lips, smiling softly as he pushed his blue silver hair out of the way with one long, dextile finger. Life was...boring for now. he needed excitement, amusement. Taking off his glasses, he threw them up in the air and watched them fall, before splashing out a large jut of ice from his wrist, in which they caught and slid down easily. Putting them back on, he looked around.

Most people didn't dare come near him. he was seriously dangerous if angered and otherwise sarcastic and cold, like his element of choice. As fierce as a blizzard at one time and as face stinging as a cool winter wind the next. casually, he moved his head to the left to avoid a woosh of solid air, aimed at his head. It blew past his hair, messing it up slightly. Pushing it back into place, Kristos turned around with a subartic smile and a hand with a large spire of ice jutting out. The attacker looked at him warily.

"So, we have a little dumbass here that thinks it's smart to pick on random people. A bully, perhaps? Or just a really stupid punk trying to assert himself? Though, I suppose there isn't a difference..." The attacker, sporting blond hair and a slightly rounded face stumbled back faster than his feet would move, and he fell over and onto his backside. Kristos came up to him easily, pointing the very sharp tip of frozen water at his attacker's face.

"Would you like any piercings, sir? Perhaps your ears?" Two shards of ice slid out of his fingers and plopped into his palm. "Or, perhaps, your lips? Your nose, your throat, your eyebrows? Though, if I try your eyebrows or your throat, I might miss. Very tricky procedure." Kristos laughed on the inside as the kid scrambled away and fled down the hallway, the ice melting into nothingness. That kid was supposedly the one that had stolen weapons and supplies from the academy, as Kristos would find out days later.

At least his "enjoyment" helped to return several supplies and scare him into not doing anything but his studies and training for the next few months. There was always something good in fun and enjoyment, Kristos mused several minutes later in the cafeteria, turning his hot tea into ice tea instantly.[/color][/size]

[Blayze]

[center][b][u][size=2]Garrek Aaronson[/size][/u][/b][/center]



[center][size=2][b]Name: [/b]Garrek Aaronson[/size][/center]
[center][size=2][b]Age: [/b]16, although his birthday is in a few weeks[/size][/center]
[center][size=2][b]Student Template: [/b]The Furious Vigilante (freespot application)[/size][/center]


[center][size=2][b]Weapon: [/b][url="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/5457.jpg"]Shotgun[/url] (clickety click)[/size][/center]
[center][size=2][b]School Of Magic: [/b]Elemental Magic (Lightning)[/size][/center]
[center][size=2][b]Minored School of Magic: [/b]Summoning Magic[/size][/center]
[center][size=2][b]Spells/Abilities:[/b][/size][/center]


[center][size=2][i]Greased Lightning: [/i]Garrek pours his Lightning magic energy into his shotgun, and fires a barrage of quick successive shots at the enemy. He can also use this to deflect other magical attacks that are headed towards him.[/size][/center]

[center][size=2][i]Thundercat: [/i]Garrek combines his two studied schools of magic, summoning a tiger-shaped being of lightning from the ether, a being which he can command with his will alone. Occasionally, however, this being's will manages to overpower Garrek's, and it can run riot. This is why he rarely uses this technique.[/size][/center]


[center][size=2][b]Personality: [/b]Garrek is a man who you do not want to see when he is angry. For the most part, he seems cold and distant, but friendly enough, but when angered, he switches into a furious rage, and his aggression in attacking is not easily matched. However, his rage has been his undoing several times in the past, and he has been attempting to quell his anger and calm down a little.[/size][/center]


[center][size=2][b]Physical Appearance: [/b][url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/nanami-02.jpg"]Here[/url][/size][/center]


[center][size=2][b]Character Snippet: [/b][/size][/center]
[center][/center]


[center][size=2][b]"Control your anger, Garrek," [/b]shouted his practical magic tutor, [b]"Focus your energy and direct it at this bullseye." [/b]His tutor pointed at a target almost four hundred metres away from him on the training ground, and Garrek pulled all his reserves out, focusing them into a single bolt of lightning which he held in his hand like a javelin.[/size][/center]

[center][size=2][i]Concentrate, Garrek, don't get angry, [/i]he told himself, and, closing his eyes, he hurled the javelin at the target.[/size][/center]

[center][size=2]He watched as it hurtled towards the small wicker target, and sailed a metre to the left.[/size][/center]

[center][size=2][b]"Dammit!" [/b]he screamed.[/size][/center]

[center][size=2][b]"Calm down, Garrek. You were never going to get it on the first try. It's a difficult thing I was asking you to do..." [/b]the tutor said calmly, but he had to dive out of the way as Garrek hurled bolt after bolt of lightning at the target, anger drawn in lines across his face. Four or five different bolts hit the target, and the wicker went up rapidly in flames.[/size][/center]

[center][size=2][b]"There goes another one," [/b]sighed the tutor, as Garrek slumped to the floor, all his energy drained.[/size][/center]

[Sakura]

[SIZE=1][B]OOC:[/B] Very happy that CAF's being redone. Shame that I'm a bit late for Weapons. *shrugs* I'll work on the Snippet and try to get it done soon.
[B]EDIT:[/B] Done, but not exactly happy with it.

[COLOR=Navy][B]Name:[/B] Clyne Geiger

[B]Age:[/B] 18

[B]Student Template:[/B] [Free] Calm, Responsible, and Level Headed

[B]Weapon:[/B] Martial Artist (Pair of [URL=http://img47.imageshack.us/img47/6740/lorsaurongauntlet2fe.jpg]Gauntlets[/URL])
The gauntlets are made of a special material which is tough; hard to dent, scratch or break, while being flexible so she can easily create fists. They just aid her in the strength of her attacks, though she is still as good without them.

[B]School of Magic:[/B] Summoning Magic

[B]Minored School of Magic:[/B] Elemental Magic [Lightning]

[B]Abilities/Spells:[/B]
[B][I]Summon - Sideria:[/I][/B] Clyne summons a large, powerful dragon. She uses him for attacking, defence, or for fast transportation. When attacking, his greatest attack releases a series of searing hot fireballs on the enemies.

[I][B]Ikazuchi (Thunder):[/B][/I] Clyne can call on bolts of lightning to attack. She can either have them strike from above, by throwing down her right hand, or any other direction with the same movement, or simply gather it in her palm to throw or use for light. She is also able to pass the currents through weapons; be them her own or her allies'

[B]Personality:[/B] If you asked someone to describe Clyne in a few words, you would mostly always find the words; kind, patient, cool, calm and collected being mentioned, because that is pretty much Clyne's personality in a tiny little nutshell, which is a little unusual since she specialises in martial arts/fighting. She's one of the more popular students in the school, with her good looks, high grades, and patient personality. Clyne enjoys that she emits the feeling that people can approach her easily without being afraid because she's kind and always willing to help people. Since no one's perfect, every so often she has a period where she is quite cranky, these times are usually when she's very tired after a long day and when people are consistently bugging her about things. She's been known to blow a fuse, and at times it makes her literally sick, making her come down with a fever for a number of days where her senses are sensitive and she's very irritable during that time.

She is most often sought out for her wise decision making, unmatched by others. Sometimes it may take some deliberation before she reaches a conclusion, but when she does, it is 90% the right choice. This also comes in handy during class where teachers often like to test the students by having them make a quick and rational decision while facing a rapidly oncoming peril, where the wrong decision could cost them their life. In hot-headed moments and fights, Clyne is often one to step in with her calm reasoning, acting as the peacekeeper since she herself dislikes arguing and loud noises.

Clyne is awfully quick on her feet, described as being fast as lightning, like her element. She has always been agile, since she was a child, this is one of the things that makes her a great martial artist. While seeming small and delicate, she is a tough young woman, able to take hard blows and deliver them with equal strength. Being agile and flexible makes her a good candidate for gymnastics, which she also happens to be good at, which is another characteristic needed by martial artists. The fighting disciplines that she has learnt vary, from Western style; boxing, brawling, street fighting, etc. to the older, more complex Eastern/Asian styles like; karate, ninjitsu, tae kwon doe, muai thai, etc. including the "Drunken Boxing" style. She has covered majority of the types of disciplines out there, though there are still some left for her, like the ones taught in small secret villages. Clyne is pleased with her skills but continually strives to be better.

[B]Physical Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://img90.imageshack.us/img90/8384/1128715287cpinkshoesqi2.jpg]Here[/URL]

[B]Outfit:[/B] [URL=http://img475.imageshack.us/img475/1230/christiancj6.jpg]Here[/URL], but in Black instead of creamish white. She also sometimes wears clothes like in her Physical Appearance picture, with intricately layered dresses or skirts, and a pair of stylish yet comfortable shoes.

[B]Snippet:[/B] The room was empty and quiet, just the way she liked it when she was concentrating. Working on upper body strength, she pulled herself into a handstand, keeping perfectly steady as the length of her body formed a straight line. She exhaled lightly, bending her back slowly to curl over her head. Her feet touched the ground in front of her face, and she fluidly pulled the rest of her body up.

Clyne was wearing simple clothes that would be easy to move around in; a pair of light fitness pants and a tanktop. Her long pink locks were pulled up in a loose ponytail, just so it wouldn't interfere with her training. She made her way over to the punching bag that hung from the roof near one of the walls of the gym area. Clyne picked up one of the lengths of bandage that sat on the bench with the rest of her things, with practised ease she made the first knot with her teeth and wound the cloth around her knuckles and hand, finishing it with another knot. She flexed her hand several times to make sure it wasn't too tight or loose before she proceeded to do the same with her other hand.

She stared down her "opponent" and started bouncing on the balls of her feet as she delivered a hard jab to the sand-filled bag, setting it swinging. She moved around it slowly, eyes constantly moving as she would do when normally fighting someone. Clyne delivered a hefty right jab followed by a left roundhouse kick. She dodged around it and attacked it swiftly, a series of blows; kicks and punches, her movements were fast, almost too quick for the eye to see. Then Clyne kicked the bag one last time powerfully with her right leg, the weighted tool swung wildly, snapping from its mount.

Clyne swiped her forearm across her forehead to wipe away the sweat, walking over to the broken punching that had sand steadily flowing from a tear she had created. She sighed, it was an often occurance that she broke it, so as usual she propped it against the wall and scribbled a quick note; [I]"Charge it to me, Clyne"[/I], and she stuck it onto the bag. She glanced at her watch and realised she didn't have much time before her next class. She grabbed her backpack and ran toward the change rooms.

Clyne emerged from the change rooms looking refreshed and back in her uniform, if someone didn't know better, they wouldn't have suspected she'd been training. She headed to her Summoning class quickly, entering the large building and taking a seat. Some of her friends came and sat with her, she greeted them with a smile and they discussed what they had been up to lately. She paid attention while pulling out her notes for class, setting everything up perfectly. The room quietened almost instantly when the teacher entered, starting up by giving a quick recap on the variety of seals they had learnt since they'd be having a test on them soon. Clyne twirled her pen between her fingers, as the teacher talked, adding extra notes when they were told something new.

[B]"Who'd like to display their use of seals?"[/B] the professor looked around. [B]"No volunteers? Miss Geiger, how about you?"[/B]

Clyne nodded and descended the stairs into the centre of the room where the space was large. Her professor held out a piece of chalk for her but she shook her head.

[B]"Why don't you draw the circle, professor. Make it quite strong too."[/B]

His eyebrows raised at her words, but he shrugged, everyone knew Clyne was capable of amazing things, and was often underestimated. He obeyed and drew a complex seal. Clyne inhaled deeply, drawing herself into the deep recesses of her mind. She called on Sideria and watched as the large navy blue and silver dragon appeared in the centre of the room, inside the seal. The dragon growled at being trapped in the circle, but calmed at Clyne's soft words in his head.

[B]"Professor, please open the ceiling, he'll want to fly up once he's out."[/B]

He activated the mechanism and the ceiling opened to reveal the beautiful blue sky, full of fluffy white clouds. Clyne's eyes met the emeralds of her partner and she went through a series of incredibly fast hand seals, many of which weren't caught by the onlookers. But the circle started to glow with a shining navy magi, and tendrils of lightning extended from the edge of the seal.

[B]"Kai."[/B] she pronounced clearly after finishing the last hand seal, it was her dispelling word, seeing as most people had their own.

The circle flickered and glowed brightly with the shimmering navy before disappearing. Sideria roared powerfully, beating his wings and taking off into the blue sky before Clyne dismissed him.

The class was quiet, but then applauded her. You couldn't really say anyone was surprised at seeing her do that, but it was a feat. The professor continued to talk about the seals, using Clyne's demonstration as his examples, and soon class was over.

Everyone left the class, with lots of people praising her, she thanked them graciously as she moved toward the food hall, hoping to meet up with a couple of her close friends.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

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Attention! The following individuals have been accepted into the RP.
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[*]Lionheart
[*]Kitty
[*]Lazarus
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[*]Sin
[*]Sandy (As soon as you fix Carrot's weapon)
[*]Tekkaman
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[*]Blayze
[*]Sakura[/list]

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