CHARACTER SHEET
Name: Yang
Age: 18
Year: 1st
Powers: Unknown
Appearance: 
Bio: Not much in known about Yang, save that she has a brother, whom she had lost in a battle long ago. She has no parents, for they were all killed in a fierce war that hit her city. She was the only survivor in the whole city, and so, she was looked down at and cast away, thought of as an abomination. She took a job of the assassin, and does what she is told to do.
Personality: She is very strong and independent, and no one really can tell her what to do. She hates being told that something is impossible, and when she knows it possible, she strives to prove them wrong.
Classes: Combat classes...but mostly she doesn't attend
RP performance example: Yang sipped silently at her coffee, her amber eyes staring at the nothingness. What should I do? She thought to herself.
Name: Sorin
Age: 19
Race: Shadow Elf
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Silver
Appearance:
Sorin is about 5’9”. He has long silver hair, which he leaves loose. He about 145 pounds. He wears casual clothes, which are usually dark in color. He always has a small, fixed smile on his face. He has no armor to speak of. Sorin has a sad look in his eyes, and he carries a small cross around his neck… a reminder of his former life, of who he was before he lost his own sanity. He carries the look of a man who’s survived too many life and death battles, and of someone who’s killed for too long.
Sorin is toned and very well built, but is slender, having the graceful body of a dancer
Main Weaponry: (Midnight Snow) Sorin carries an katana, that was designed for passive attacks. It was made from a star that fell from the sky, so nothing yet on earth has been able to destroy it. it has a sliver and white sheath, and the blade is a deep black color. The blade has silver steels flames on the inside edge. it is suppose to be a single handed weapon, but in need of power strikes, has a slightly longer hilt for double handed grips.
Martial Arts Style: Sorin carries the Shiden style, which branches off into three different styles.
Powers: He can use Ki and magic in his battles. Sorin is a speed and skill fighter, not a power fighter. He isn't very physically strong. Stronger than a normal man, but beyond that, he depends on his skills. To be quick and nimble, Sorin uses two styles from martial arts. Sorin uses Shukuchi. The Shukuchi utilizes such powerful speed that, to an observer, it appears that the distance between the two fighters has shrunk (hence the name Shukuchi "reduced earth"
wink . This speed comes from Sorin's powerful leg muscle. Shukuchi is footwork, which depends on extremely powerful legs to take one instantly to maximum speed, penetrating the opponent’s "zone." It is a technique known to swordsmen of many different schools. When properly performed, to normal eyes it appears as though some "magic" is being used to "shrink" the earth itself, allowing the user to travel with impossible quickness. Sorin is a very fluid fighter. He can also use instant movement. It isn't warping or teleportation, but it's filling his legs with Ki, and then releasing it at the same time, making it seem like he moved instantly. The drawback is that he cannot change directions in mid-movement. He combines Shukuchi and Instant Movement to make a unique fighting style.
He can manipulate the very air around him. Sorin also has the ability to go into your mind, and shatter your soul. He can see the darkness and fear that is in your life, and bring it to life. He can bring horror into your soul. He takes his own darkness and his own pain, and shatters your mind.
Personality/History: Sorin is the silent but deadly type. Around women, he is kind, sweet, and almost clumsy. Around his friends, he is open, yet still guarded. Around his enemies, he is a pure warrior. Sorin is modest about his abilities, and you could never really tell that he is a warrior if you just look at him.
He always has a sad, small smile on his face, and his eyes are also dreamy looking. Sorin always appears to be lost in a dreamland, but is very aware of his surroundings. You can tell that Sorin has suffered in some part of his life, but he always keeps it quiet. Sorin can never leave someone who is suffering alone, which has gotten him hurt many times...
Sorin was an assassin in his old life, the deadliest in the world. He killed countless people, men, children, and women. He killed and killed, hoping to create a better world with his sword. Soon, after many years, he killed his youngest sister on a job, Sorin killed her, and she told him that she loved him as she died.
Sorin went into an insane rage, and started to kill everything that moved. He was a ogre, and a monster. He killed him father, and he broke his mother’s heart, which lead to her death. Sorin’s evil older brother, turning to the side of good to help Sorin, could not stop him. Sorin killed his brother’s wife in a battle, and in turn, killed his brother. He was responsible for killing his entire family. Sorin vowed never to take a life, and never to pick up a sword. He tried to commit suicide, but was unable to. Sorin then turned to a wanderer, never doing anything, and only hurting himself. He was slowing poisoning himself with self-guilt and self-mutilation, ruining his mind and soul.
Many years had passed, and he ran into an old adversary. He was defeated in combat, and was taught a valuable lesson. He still does not enjoy killing, but he knows that sometimes he must kill. He put himself into training, under his final master. His mind was torn apart, and he had to fight his own demons and side of evil. He has a strong moral code, and always follows it.
Sorin then turned to a warrior, and a wandering swordsman. He saves lives with his blade, and helps people with his blade, one person at a time.
Sorin was once a slave in his past life. He was branded on the back of the head in old Elfish, which meant the word “slave”. He was a slave to a cruel and evil master, and he lost his life once. He was brought back, after seeing the world when consumed by darkness. He fought, and freed himself. The brand has become smaller, but it has not faded yet, making him still under the control of his dark master. Because of this, Sorin always wanders, so that he does not bring danger to people.
Name: Kidee Nanzo
Age: 22
Race: Human/Animain
Appearance:
Kidee is about 6 foot 2. He wears light colored baggy pants, jeans and such. He has protective belts and pads on his legs, from his desert life travels. He had metal bands on his wrists and forearms, also armor from his desert travels. He has a tattoo on his left arm, showing his connections. This tattoo is the mark of all clans/gangs/mafias. He has semi long brown/black hair, and has it tied into a low pony tail. He has warm, soft brown eyes, something that really doesn't match his hardened and dark body. He has large golden loops in his ears, a gift from an old life He also wears a long tattered white cloak.
Weapons: He has two saber blades. They are crafted from the desert, and magic, so they are said to be unbreakable.
Martial Arts Style: Even though he lived in the desert, Kidee is well versed in the Asian martial arts.
Powers: Since Kidee is half human, he doesn't have many powers. He can manipulate Ki, and because of all his training as a martial artist, he can make many illusions and others. He can slash at such a strength that he can move the air around him into a projectile weapon.
But... Kidee is also half Animain. He was given that gift from his mother. He can turn into any animal that he can see, and that he remembers. He, being only half Animain, can only stay in animal form for four hours, or he will permanently stay in whatever animal form he is in at the moment.
History/Personality: Kidee was born into royalty, his father a very wealthy Arch Duke. His mother, a daughter of a poor Lord, was married to him. She didn't love him, and he not her. They only married for appearance, but she managed to conceive Kidee. He was born, hating his father. The Arch Duke was a man who used his great political sway to kill and gain more money. Kidee, when he was 3, started to train with his mother and a desert master. He changed masters every two years, until the age of 14. He then was starting a new life for himself, until at the age of 15 his father killed his mother in rage. Kidee, losing himself, killed his father with his swords, and then ran away to join the army. He fought in the army, killing endlessly until he reached the age of 19. He left, shaken, and almost destroyed. For a years, he wandered, aimlessly, trying to find a reason to keep living. His mother came back to him... and told him what he must to do...
He must save people...
He Met a man who is only known as User of Shadow. That man has silver hair and eyes, and double black tattoos on his face. He, after following the man for a year, decided to do the same. He would travel, and save people with his swords
Name: Vincent vex
Age: 18
Year: 4
Powers: Vex's magic is activated by a chant, "Niveus veneficus strenuus." After this chant has been recited, the power awakens within the boy, allowing him to utilize white energy. The abilities include broadcast empathy, pain dispersion through contact, and long-range teleportation. He can also project a body that he calls his "soul self," a spirit entity that can possess and control other sentient beings. He has exhibited emotion manipulation and pre-cognitive abilities in addition to manifesting white energy as solid objects. He can fly, as well.
Appearance:
Hero Costume :
Normal Clothes :
Bio: From a long line of magicians, Vex has a lot to live up to. He was born into a wealthy family of magicians whose powers had not fully awakened. They were minor magic users, but they taught the boy everything he could possibly be taught in five years. From that point on, he was sent to a school in Wales for magicians, where he learned his talent was for white energy. He is powerless, however, against sonic energy and black energy cancels out with his own, so it stalemates. Through the ten years that he spent at the school, he never saw his parents once. After graduation, as he went back to his old home, he found that not only was it no longer there, but neither was the entire island! It had been sunk into the water around it by a dark demon, so said the surviving islanders, who had moved to the ring of the lagoon. The great fire demon was released from a girl, they said. A girl...? She and a band of nine other young people took the demon down, back to where it came from. No surprise, the girl had powers similar to the boy's, but for that she used black energy. He decided to seek this girl and the band of heroes who saved the world once, but three years of searching brought him to no avail. He became something of a hero himself, donning the costume seen above and becoming known as "Dove" as his travels through the world on his search for the mythical team brought him across evil. In his travels he met a swordsman named Yuu Kurosawa, whose appearance in his story must have some significance. Now, in areas like Wales and Britain, "Dove" is well-known, if little-seen. In order to mantain what would be a "secret identity," he took up the endeavor to get into a school. Schools for "gifted" people seemed like places where he'd fit in and look like a normal kid, so he began searching... but he could not get in based on his powers, no. That would make it obvious who Dove was. Instead, he studied European Fencing for a year, adapting quickly because of his precognition. He can see his opponent's next moves in most situations, so the reaction time seems like zero. It is for this reason, his skill with a foil, that he was admitted to the school. He keeps his powers a secret.
Personality: He is completely docile when not in Dove's mindset. He hates loud noises, and he likes cottage cheese with peaches. He likes reading, quiet, and fairy tales.
Classes: Telekinetics, Light, Fairy, Martial Arts, Magickal defense
RP performance example:
Tap tap tap. The footfalls sounded like a metronome, so timely were the steps as the boy approached the school. Misfits University for the Gifted. This was a place he was looking for. William and Kurosawa both highly praised this place, because Kurosawa had actually attended and William tended to pop up now and again, and they both gave long explanations about why he should NOT go here. Vampires and explosions and reality being torn apart... "It's no place for the likes of you," they'd say. So he decided to go.
Name: Anton
Age: 19
Powers: Control over fire, summoning lava spawn, sensing emotions.
Personality: Shy at times, friendly, can get really angry during a fight or when someone make him mad.
Preferred Class: Fire
Bio: As a young boy he was fasinated by fire, but one day his powers got out of control and he caught his house on fire with the flames coming out of his hand, his parent never recoverd from this insident and they turned to a life of alcohol, they didn't want to deal with there son now since he was a freak and caused them such pain, so they sent him the the Misfits Shool of the Gifted. They gave Anton some gloves made from magical material that he could wear so the flames could be controled. During his time in Misfits he summoned a lava spawn now called Loop and now they are the best of friends. Before the huge battle with Oblivious Anton heard that his mom was really sick and they couldn't pay for operation, Anton took a job to slay a feirce Dragon and now has a scared up body from where the Dragons burning blood had touched him, he payed for the operation then left his mother when he felt things would be fine, promising to pay her a visit from time to time.
Appearance:
RP performance example: Anton calmly watch his mother sleep silently on the bed, hearing docturs being paged every now and then, he sighs softly then sences some anger in the area, he looked towards direction where he felt it coming from, only to see his dad staring at him as if he needed to be kept an eye on.
"I better leave, tell Mom I'll be back..."
Anton stands up from the chair then starts walking out of the room, his dad didn't say a word, he just watched him until he was out of the room.
STUDENT
Name: Vira Nacht
Age:
Appears 17 in human years, but her true age cannot be determined.
Year: 2
Powers:
Pure Vampire: flight at dark, less sensitivity to daylight, bits of dark abilities; Weapon: A rusted scythe with ancient runes encrypted along the blade, can disappear or reappear with the use of a summoning magic
Appearance:
Bio:
Spent most of her lifetime in a desolate town located in Germany. She'll tell hardly anything about her past since she rarely gets to talking with the same person for so long in order to tell anything. Her lineage traces back through the Faust blood line of vampires, known for their lack of any human blood.
Personality:
Sometimes distant and cold, but if she really warms up to someone, her speech softens and a smirk or revealing gaze might break through. For one of such a dangerous blood line, she is quite peaceful... At least around those beings who aren't human. Humans should take her glare as their first, and perhaps last, warning to distance themselves from her.
Classes:
History of Psychic Powers: IV-Talking to the Dead, VII-Mind Reading
Elemental Stability: IV-Wind, IX-Shadows
Language: III-Siren
Physical Fitness: I-Kickboxing, Magical Defense
RP performance example:
Something about the angel seemed to dim in the surrounding darkness and Vira stood up straight and confident again, gripping her scythe with solemnity in her yellow eyes. She looked back to Kain who mentioned the fabled object of "luck" and stared down the winged creature before gazing over Sial's shoulder into whatever seemed to be stirring behind her. There was still something there... Perhaps it wasn't the light, but something lurked in the dark hall yonder, where the walls seemed to get further and further away to enlarge the room ahead.
"Hmmm.... I think we...."
There were soft noises up there, though it was still quite a distance. Surely not within range of striking...
Right?
There were soft noises up there, though it was still quite a distance. Surely not within range of striking...
Name: Hope Romants
Age: 16
Year: Junior
Powers: Shape-shifting; Water elemental; Some Siren skills [Select water powers, Siren Song, the ability to breathe underwater]
Appearance: Land Form Water Form
Hope is slender and small, considered small by most and short by all. She has wide, liquid dark eyes and waist-length, ruler-straight black hair. When she converts to her water form (which is accidental, she doens't yet know how to control it - only that it happens in water) she has the mer-tail of a Koi, as shown in picture.
Bio: Born to a single mother, a Siren, she has inherited her beauty and singing voice, and her unknown father's intelligence. However, most of her appeal is dimished, at least she believes it is, by the fact that she has wild mood swings - when she's happy, she's ecstatic, but when she's angry, hide the children. Her mother, though a good one of her kind, had a job to do and didn't have time for raising a child. She sent the girl, whom she named Hope, after her own hope that the child would have a more fulfilling life than her own, to live with a friend, a kind, elderly gnome-woman who sheltered the girl horribly. Hope knows little of the world, and only was sent to school because Auntie died.
Personality: As mentioned before, Hope has an extremely quick temper, in fact, all of her emotions are on the highest level of passion. Her happiness is always total joy, her sadness complete, dark depression, her anger is fury, and her love is passionate. She cares tremendously about others, though she has a soft spot for animals and children. Because of her life being lived only in the company of females, she has a deathly fear of males, and tends to shy away from them and close up, despite how nice of gentle they are.
Classes:
Elemental Stability: Water
Language: Siren
Animology: Transfiguration
Magical Defense
Physical Fitness: Kickboxing
RP performance example:
[So...just a random selection of RP writing? I assume it doesn't have to be this character. I've just created her.]
Hardly thinking of herself, Desiree spun around and had an arrow nocked to her bowstring before her hair had stopped following her head. She fired off five or six in rapid succession at the beast, but they didn't seem to effect it. Feeling helpless, she nocked a final arrow, an Ice Arrow, and aimed square for the thing's left eye. She let fly, and she felt herself overtaken by this strange calm, the kind you can only reach when you know you've done something right. The sounds seemed muted, and she no longer felt her fear or the sweat beading on her brow, or the weariness in her bones. The arrow flew true, and struck the monster in the eye. It stopped moving forward, clawing at it's face, and then began to wave it's arms around wildly, giving an unearthly keening in its pain. Desiree took a few steps back and nocked another arrow just in case.
Name: Haruhi Suzumiya
Age: 16
Year: junior
Powers: Fire and Earth magic, Telekinetic/Mindreading, Alchemy
Appearance:
Bio: Haruhi Suzumiya is a girl in her first year of high school. Her classmates characterize her as being eccentric, beautiful and unpredictable. She is very athletic, and her grades are described as "better than others". She lacks a social life, detests small talk and is viewed by her classmates as a deviant. In her introduction, she declares to be interested in aliens, espers, time travelers, dimensional travelers (specifically sliders), and other oddities; normal humans are of some interest to her. She often refers to classmates as objects rather than people.
Personality: Haruhi is a tad high energy, bossy and active, she is smart, and athletic. and draws a certain type of people to her, ecentric and has never gone out with a guy for more then a week
Classes: History of Psychic Powers I&VII, Elemental Stability I-II, alchemy, Language I, Animology I, Physical Fitness I & II and Magical Defense
RP performance example: (from my DearS rp >.>
wink
Ren emerged from the shattered capsule that had contained her, she was wearing a rather skimpy looking dears outfit but it quickly disapeared, leaving her naked and lost. Unlike her fellow dears she was what they called defective, she was unable to pick up a language right away, she had to absorb it through the symbol on her fore head. Ren picked up the cloth that had been covering the capsule she was in and wrapped it about her, shivering from the cold she proceeded foreward stumbling quite a bit. Eventualy she ended up in a park, she sat herself at the base of a tree, to weak to continue walking.
Name: Haruna Shaobi
Age: 16
Year: second year
Powers: manipulate fire, & telekinesis & can shape shift
Appearance:
Bio: Haruna grew up in a loving environment, until the death of her sister 2 years ago. After her sister died, her parents became abusive, her dad, a drunk & her mom a drug addict. The day her mother stabbed her, was the day she discovered her powers. After nearly burning the house down, Haruna was sent to Misfits.
Personality: You'll have to see (hard to explain)
Classes:
telekenetics
fire stability
magical illness
fairy language
transfiguration
Ninja
Magical defense
RP performance example:
She smirked. " Please, don't be offended. I have no problem with vampires, in fact, I was once in love with a vampire." She said, slightly hesitating. She paused for a moment, turning away, trying to hold back the tears that came to her eyes when she remebered how he died. " His name was Damien. I met him one night in a long dark alley. I had taken a wrong turn & found myself in the dark, alone & scared. I started to cry, when out of no where, He showed up. I looked up at him &..." remembers the rest of the story: "don't cry," he said with a sweet, calm voice, " I don't like it when women cry" he said as he smiled, reached down & wiped a tear from her face. She blushed, & smiled back at him. He picked her up & flew her home. He put her down on her balcony outside her bedroom. " you'll be ok now. " he said, as he turned around. " Wait! " she said as he turned around & looked at her " W-will I ever see you again? " she asked as she started to blush again. He nodded & smiled. " Yes, you will." He said as he turned around & flew off. *end of story* " We spent 1 year together, & we fell in love. Until my parents found out about us being together when he flew me home one night. After that they started abusing me for falling in love with Damien. He couldn't stand it any longer, so he allowed my family & a mob of people kill him, & I could do nothing. But soon after he was killed, I ran away, & found myself here, a year later." She started to silently cry
Name: Aurora Ishtar
Age: 13
Year: First
Powers: Able to project dreams of self and others into a holographic form, as long as the dream is not a nightmare; can peer into people's dreams
Appearance: 
The zen symbol is replaced by a dream cloud and wears an Ankh necklace
Bio: Born in Egypt, she is part-Inuit and inherits her mother's powers: to see into and recreate dreams into holographic forms. She discovered this when she was daydremaing one day about a rainbow kingdom. And, sure enough, a castle held on a cloud with a rainbow over it appeared in front of her (not life-size). Soon, her parents sent her to the Misfits Academy to hone her skills.Personality: Bright, bubbly, optimistic
Classes: Elemental Stabability VI (Light); Martial Arts, Magical Defense; History of Psychic Powers V (Remote Viewing) and VII (Mind Reading)
RP performance example: Aurora had arrived to the academy she was sent to, and felt cold; she was used to blazing temperatures and shifting sand, but... this could take awhile.
Student
Name: Sorana Mahum (Sore-ah-nuh May-hum)/Sora
Race: Half-Woodland Elf, Half-Human
Origin: Rural East Britain
Age: 17(Human Years)
Year: 1
Hair Style: Loose Ponytails; Reaches Down Back
Hair Color: Brunette W/ Blonde Highlights
Eye Color: Copper
Skin Tone: Fair
Powers: None Really. But She Is Pretty Quick On Her Feet And Can Hold Up Such A Heavy Sword. Bits Of Elf Prowess, Since Half Her Blood Is From Elves
Weapon: Kaze no Ryu-A Large Sword Nearly The Height Of Sora
Appearance:
Bio:
For over a year Sorana Mahum had seemingly been in a coma, yet she's not so sure of that. She had been having an amazingly realistic dream, before she went unconscious, about life in a small village in the deepest part of a valley... Or was it actually real? This she could not recall either. Everything in her past is made up of vague, fuzzy memories. Memories that are made up of reality and dreams, intertwined in such a way that this half-elven girl cannot tell them apart. Though... She could remember one of her most passionate goals, whether it had been true or not. To search for this one nameless boy. Each day, Sora would feel closer to achieving this mysterious quest, still not sure if he would be a friend or enemy... Or has she already completed her journey?
Personality: Very shy most of the time-except when her temper is aroused. Daydreams frequently. Embarrassed easily, smiles in the strangest of situations... Sora is a bit of an odd one. ^_^''
Classes:
History Of Psychic Powers II-Sensitivity
History Of Psychic Powers III-Intuitiveness
Elemental Stability VIII-Sky
Magical Illnesses
Language II-Fairy
Magical Defense
Physical Fitness II-Martial Arts
RP Performance Example: Do I need this? >_>''
Name: Sithdara Qautis
Age: 17
Year: 3rd
Powers: Control of water and ice
Appearance:
Bio: Having a life of simplicity when she was younger, soon her brother left her family. The next day, a war broke out which destroyed her village. One of the first captured, she was able to escape and lead a life of her own.
Personality: Cold, dark, sadistic, sarcastic
Classes: Elf, Kickboxing, Ice, Water, Telekinetics, Talking to the dead, Mind Reading.
RP performance example: After a hard day, Sithdara needed to relax. She sat down against a wall, looking around slowly. She let out a sigh before falling asleep against the wall.
Name: Laharl (Overlord Laharl)
Age: 1313
Year: 1st (much to his dismay)
Powers: Demon physical capabilities and beyond. Demon magic and summoning, controlable-maleable-indestructible scarf
Appearance: 
Bio: Laharl, the demon prince of one of the many netherworlds. He is the son of the late King Krichevskoy and now Overlord of the highest caliber... disappeared. As if he never existed, the great demon ruler vanished without a trace. His 'loyal' vassals Etna and Flonne searched for their highness for an agonizing... 5 minutes...before going back to watch tv...and order prinnies around for fun. Meanwhile Laharl has awoken from a nap...in a new and terrible world... Earth, the land of humans. Confused angry...and now hungry, Laharl decided vto find a place to stay. taking flight with his blood red scarf manipulated into wings, he glides towards a large establishment... a place he deemed... the most worthy( for now) available for his visage... a School, Misfits University for the gifted
Personality: Ambitious, arrogant, conceited, strong-willed, spoiled, selfish, evil?
Classes: (Laharl: Classes!? I'm the Overlord! I don't need some lowly class for peasants!)
(Note: I'm just staying in character, I'm not serious)
RP performance example: Laharl scowled at his surroundings with utter spite and offense, glancing around in search for some person, place or thing of familiarity only to find none; he growled in irritation. "... What the hell is going on here?! Etna!! Flonne!! Get Your asses over here!! Do you think this is some sort of sick joke!? I'm not laughing, now get me outta here!! Hey are you even listening to me!? Hey!! HEY!!! " He yelled angrily out into the air, glancing around in anticipation of a response only to find nothing. He crossed his arms and glared in-front of him, trying to contemplate just what the hell had happened to him, where was he? This place was so peaceful... happy.... it disgusted him. It couldn't be celestia; the place just wasn't happy enough to bear that love freak so long ago. Then, an idea struck him. "Wait a minute! If this isn't Celestia...this must be-..." Indeed it was: the land of ignorance and those cheap superheroes that Flonne admired so much; A land where the sinful and the blessed bickered and meshed together constantly. The land full of women of riduculous 'endowment'. (much to his dismay) He knew where he was and wasn't quite sure how to think of it; Earth. Something didn't seem right however: Gordon and Jennifer spoke of Earth as a place of superior technological knowledge made of an equally robotic landscape that catered to your every need (depending on the condition of your wallet) The sky was supposed to be buzzing with spaceships and hovercrafts like a colony of busy bees during a harvest. He however saw no technology of notable advancement, no flying vehicles overhead and certainly, not to his suprise, no notable intelligence worth bothering. "Hmph, what the hell's going on here, am I dreaming or something? with a quick pinch and an irritatedyelp in response, he found this to be no dream... He sat down cross-legged and leaned his chin on his palm for support, trying to think of how to get out of this mess...or rather to his advantage. "Wait... If I'm in a worlde full of idiotic weaklings (taking Gordon and Jennifer as human examples) where the inhabitants are as impressionable as their ignorant minds suggest... then that means!-" He suddenly smiled wide with a fanged grin, jumping to his feet and crossing his arms. "Yes, this world is ripe for the taking! This place is so defenseless that nothing will be able to stop me from ruling everything, Nothing!!" He yelled as a declaration of war to the world. He eagerly turned towards the town and smiled evilishly. "Perfect, a small town where I can find out how much of my power has travelled with me and a place to gain resources and knowlege on this pitiful place, one step towards my new Empire!! Haahahahahahahaha!!" He stated loudly followed by his trademark laugh. He then jumped into the air and transformed his long crimson scarf into two makeshift wings, speeding off towards the town in aspiration of new global domination. He continued to laugh maniacally, even as the entire town was reduced to ruins in large explosions of dark purple energy and the sound of rendered flesh and blood curtling screams resounded in the atmosphere.
Profile Sheet
Name:Temper
Age: 18
Year: 4th
Powers: fore sight, intuitiveness, talking to the dead, controls fire and water (ironic i know) and basic spells
Appearance: light brown hair with purple streaks. Has purple eyes that change colors with her emotions. Basic elf height of 5'3. Carries knifes and guns on her at all times.
Bio: When Temper was really young her village got attacked and her whole family was killed. except her and maybe her brother. They never found him. Eventually the military came but it was to late everyone was dead except for Temper. They took her and raised her. now Temper's a gun expert and an archery expert. "It does come from being an elf" Temper always said. She has always been modest though....
Personality: Ever since her village was attacked she has been distant. If you don't know her it is very hard to talk to her. Temper hates many people but now she is getting better. You either love her or hate her.
Classes:
Intuitiveness
Talking to the Dead
Seeing the future
fire
water
elf
magical defence
RP example: Temper walked into her old school knowing that it probably changed alot in the years of being gone. "So many memories," she muttered as she walked down an empty hall. "Hopefully someone will remember me."
