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Slowly I drew my envenomed blade and, with an evil sort of laugh, plunged it into the heart of my enemy...

The guard's flesh offered no resistance to Robert's knife, and quickly the fight was over."

Gaian Name: Mankind Unmitigated
Character Name: Oddler Nitesi
Age: 17
Birthday: Zwolfix 18, 717
Year: Third
Hometown: Tristaen
Schools: Tristaen Boarding School
Dependancy: Luke
Power Focus Oddler prefers, of his naturally abilities, fire over water. He has always idolized Volcannon more than the traitor Luke who influences his blood line, and so he tries to emulate the fire god as best he can. He becomes rather indignant and even ashamed (though it is a shame commanded by anger, rather than sadness) when his ancestry is mentioned or even discovered. Oddler has always had a fairly strong connection with Kaivah, some speculate this has to do with his brother, but he doesn't buy into that absurd mergence theory rubbish.
As far as the academy goes, he is looking to specialize in blade weapons, but is not above using projectiles such as guns. He is, in fact, a marksman with most caliber pistols (although marksmanship is a surprisingly easy title to be awarded, not many people realize this). He prefers the static danger of infiltration above the constant danger of the battlefield, and has become rather adept at lying and acting.
Character Appearance: Oddler's hair is Black, of medium length, and wiry. It hangs in front of his eyes in thick clumps, and if anyone is to observe it they'll end up thinking to themselves "Damn, that's gotta be annoying," but Oddler doesn't appear to mind, or even notice for that matter. I guess you just get better a this kind of thing with practice. He is of average height, but this is a recent development, he was incredibly short until a growth spurt last year brought him up to standards. His eyes, hidden as they are by his hair, are amazing. No one disagrees with that, and Oddler has spent most intimate conversations getting hair brushed out of his face because of them. They are a brown so deep and strong in color that those who see them, and with them the vastness contained within them cannot help but gasp. They are like staring into an unfathomably deep hole on a moonlit evening, deep enough to find yourself lost in. Oddler's eyes hold wondrous things, terrible things too, but in all manners wondrous nonetheless.
Oddler has never really been heavy, and while he may attribute it to his fine physical training, and jokingly show off his "guns," it's really entirely a result of a natural metabolism. This metabolism could be easily exploited to make him unhealthily obese with a simple change of diet, but fortunately it fits right into the Academy meal system. His upper body is by far the weakest muscle group in his body, and he absolutely dreads push-ups as a result. He is certainly lanky, and has an unexpected amount of power within the length of his skinny-looking arm. Excepting the top of his head, hair does not grow very well on Oddler's body, he hardly shaves, and his chest looks conspicuously hairless. He's almost ashamed of this, but he's secretly glad he doesn't have to shave.
Character Personality: Oddler isn't really phased by much. He's a nice enough kid, don't get me wrong, but very little can actually reach him. This started when his brother died, Oddler (despite his young age, and complete grasp of death) didn't even feel bad that he didn't shed a single tear. This habit continued when his parents split up, when Oddler left home, when he moved away from everything he knew, when he entered at Nazca. There was no deep sadness, no home sickness, no shock of any kind. There wasn't even any concept of "OH my god I can't believe I'm actually here." Not even positive shock reached this boy. This isn't to say that he inters his feelings, he doesn't, there is no worry about Oddler bursting some day and going completely insane. He just plain does not pay attention to emotions he considers unnecessary, he just lets those ideas bounce off him. That being said, there is one thing that gets right into his soul. Oddler will fall for a girl very easily, if that girl plays her cards right. He hasn't had the opportunity to discover this himself yet, but it's there, and when it arises, many more emotions will follow. All of them more fruitless than the last. Oddler keeps a lighthearted but callous manner, and, in the words of one of his friends, he "only speaks sarcasm." Most people have learned to live with this and realize he does not hate them, but for someone who doesn't expect this kind of treatment he may appear rather harsh. As a general rule, Oddler is optimistic at heart, if even a bit romantic. In his mind plays out scenarios of absolute ridiculousness, and he may come to believe some really far-fetched stuff. But these fleeting beliefs don't often last long. Oddler is no stranger to disillusionment, and is constantly changing his mind. He has not quite found what he is looking for, mentally, and so his mind is always on it's toes, ready to move on, and move quickly.
History: Oddler was born on the 18th day of Zwolfix, 717. It was a Thursday, and the weather report called for mostly sunny with highs in the upper 80s chances of light showers in the afternoon. He was born very early in the morning, before even the third hour. The most important part of his birth, though, is that he was not born alone. His parents, a couple who were very interested in history, named their twins Bowie and Oddler. They knew from the beginning that the two were Pures, and they were more than happy to have their children enrolled in the Pure Project. His brother Bowie was killed in a fire, though, shortly before they entered the first of their schools. His death really shook up the family, and his Mother left shortly thereafter.
He hasn't seen her since, and he the only thing he remembers of her was a ring she wore on her right hand. The ring consisted of a silver band, elegantly carved with miniature depictions of things that Oddler cannot remember at all, but he knows they were there. In the band is set a perfectly-cut, brilliantly-green peridot. Along the length of the finger ran a strip of gold, cleaved cleanly in half by the peridot setting. For some reason Oddler had always found himself fascinated by the gemstone on his mothers finger, he would find himself examining it's facets endlessly.
After he went to school, Oddler really phased himself out of home life, much preferring the learning atmosphere to his own home. He was only to glad to move into the boarding houses at the Prep school at Tristaen, and calls the day he came to the Pure Project Academy at Nazca the best of his life. He has spent the last two years there in a general state of happiness, with a fair amount of friends. He has grown greatly over the past few years, and although most of his teachers can remember him, he has appeared quite unassuming by the more powerful members of the administration, and while others may receive special treatment, Oddler has been pretty well left alone so far.
Most of his friends, the last two years were older than him, and now that he's in his third year and they in their fourth, he won't get to see them nearly as often (the fourth and fifth year students are trained much differently from the first through third years). He still has a few friends in his grade though, one or two in the grade below him, and knows pretty much everyone by sight. It should be interesting to see how well he gets along with the newest and largest class of Pures.

Gaian Name: Atrox Saint
Name: Aure Vita (Ay-er Vye-tah)
Age: 16
Birthday: Einkras 28, 719
Year: Second
Hometown: Hassan
School: Hassan
Descendancy: Thomas
Power Focus: Aure devotes every morning to a graceful, dance-like, martial art that helps her discipline and clear her mind, opening it to a powerful connection to Kaivah. Aure takes great pride in the fact that Thomas was the one that imprisoned Zeon, of course, but she sometimes wishes she had a descendency that was less rare. She often finds it bothersome that she had no options in which power she was going to study, like many of her friends did.
When it comes to the Academy, it’s the only home Aure has really known. She finds to be guns to be effective and has been quoted as saying, “The bigger, the better.” She has a passionate love affair with edge weapons, however; using and studying them is like a hobby to her. The irony of being both a healer and an assassin is not lost on her. In fact, it’s one of those things that keeps her up at night from time to time. With her interests more focused on close combat techniques, Aure’s chosen to study the art of infiltration. She acknowledges, however, that she’ll probably wind up as a medic on the front lines.
Character Description: Aure wants to keep her hair short, but can’t get over her need to cover the back of her neck (for reasons I’ll cover shortly). The exception is a long braided strand, dyed a vivid violet, which hangs on the right side of her face when it comes out from behind her ear. As for her neck, it is marked with an especially peculiar scar. It consists of a quarter-sized circle containing what appears to be a straight bladed, flat-tipped, saber with a hand guard. A pair of thick, diagonal lines intersect the “blade” at its midpoint. She keeps it hidden to avoid awkward questions with even more awkward answers, all of which involve her past. The issue is in athletics, where certain stretches draw her hair away from it. This is how almost all of the few who know of the scar saw it. Aure has her mother’s eyes (not that she knows it), a beautiful blue-green mix. When she looks at someone, they can always tell that she’s listening and she cares. She hit her current height of 5’8 at an early age, making her freakishly tall for the majority of her time at the Hassan regional boarding school. By now most of her peers have caught up, which is a huge relief for her. Aure has an athletic build (she is able to hold her own against many of the boys in her year) and has been called “flat” by her shallower classmates.
Character Personality: Aure is very friendly, though not in a bubbly cheerleader kind of way. People often go to her for advice, a practice that she whole-heartedly endorses. She loves to be around people and has light-hearted and sociable attitude. When it comes to her studies, however, she takes them quite seriously. She acts more like a bookworm than a tomboy in class. She goes a step farther during combat training, clearing her mind of everything and becoming frighteningly like a different person.
Aure gets to know people really well, though she shares very little about herself. She also tends to bottle emotions, fearing such what they might cause her to do. She hasn’t really done much formal “dating,” though she has had a couple little flings. Vocally, she blames this on not having a home outside the school system. Inwardly, however, she fears it has more to do with her.
History: Aure’s father, Marcus Odium, was born Maxsu 4, 698. He grew up in a fiercely anti-Pure home; both of his parents were active members of the Human Liberation Front (HLF), an organization dedicated to fighting a perceived takeover by the Pures. By the time he was thirteen, he was so stuffed with propaganda that he had been reprogrammed to believe all Pure were savage, baby-eating monsters. At eighteen, he officially joined the Front, receiving a ring with its sigil wrought in raised metal.
Kapera Vita was born Zookras 15, 703. The child of an over-working CEO mother and a police officer father, Kapera rebelled early and often. After many failed attempts, she ran away from home for good at age 16. The ally where she set up her home happened to be right next to Marcus’ apartment. Despite a five-year gap in their ages, Kapera bore Marcus’ child a few weeks before her 17th birthday. She named the newborn girl “Aure.”
Aure’s home life was actually very loving, even though it was a crime against most people’s ethics. She had beautiful long hair that her mother would spend hours braiding. Marcus deeply cared for his family and did everything he could to provide for them. That lasted three and a half wonderful years. Then, Kapera discovered that she, and therefore her daughter, was a Pure. She went to Marcus, completely unaware of his affiliation with the HLF, excited that their daughter would be receiving the best education in all of Rune. Sadly, it seemed Marcus’ prejudiced hatred ran deeper than his love. He went ballistic, beating his young lover until she went limp. He left their room to find Aure in tears outside the door. He scooped her up and took her downstairs, a look of grim determination on his face. Turning on the stove, he left his ring on the flame. While he waited for it to heat up, he cut off all of Aure’s long braids, exposing her neck. Using a set of tongs, he pressed the cherry-red signet into the back of his daughter’s neck. Even as she screamed out in pain, the front door was kicked in. Hearing the commotion from the bedroom, some nosey neighbor had called the cops.
Aure’s memory of that day may be fuzzy, but she does remember the gunshot that ended her father’s torment. Her mother was pronounced dead at the scene and neither parent’s family wanted anything to do with the child. As such, she started living in the Pure Project’s system long before anyone else. For the first couple years, she lived with one of the teacher’s family. It was thanks to the love that she received here that she avoided and serious emotional damage further down the line. She also learned the ins and outs of the school system and quickly became an astute learner.

Gaian Name: ragazzaa_blu
Character Name: Luana Kellan
Age: 16
Birthday: Jarus 12, 719
Year: Second
Hometown: West Cliff
Schools: West Cliff Boarding School
Descendancy: Sol
Power Focus: Of the two powers Ana naturally controls, she prefers and has spent more time honing water. She was born with a stronger aptitude for water than for earth, though she can use the latter relatively well. She prides herself on having the strength of her ancestor with none of his hateful jealousy. She does not understand those who hang their heads in shame at their descendancy. They should be happy to be Pure at all.
As for weapons, Ana’s specialty is long-range battles. A marksman with both hand guns and throwing knives, she prefers to keep a good distance between her and her enemy. Her abilities in short-range combat are her weakest point. She knows enough about hand-to-hand and short swords to stay alive in such a situation, but not for long. Her small frame makes her an asset when stealth is required.
Character Appearance: Ana is small, in quite a few senses of the word. She is extremely short, around 5'1, on her best day, but those who view her stature as physical weakness are horribly mistaken. Her slender frame carries 120 pounds of almost entirely lean muscle. She is agile and graceful, and her movements have been compared to that of a dancer. Her hair is an inch or two below shoulder length, thick and wavy, and so black it sometimes appears blue. She usually wears half of it wrapped up in a knot on top of her head, adorned with a simple blue barrette. She wears a silver stud in the cartilage of her left ear. Ana's eyes are crystalline blue. Depending on her mood they can vary in color, ranging from icy, to the color of clear blue of ocean water. She has a small nose on a thin but delicate face, and her eyes are large and childlike, marked by thin black brows and tick black lashes. Her cheek bones are high, and perpectually rosy.
Character Personality: Ana Kellan is a rather complex human being. She often has a difficult time being serious. She can't stand awkward silences or forced conversation. One of her greatest talents is her ability to make anyone laugh. She's always ready with a witty retort or sarcastic observation to lighten the mood. However, when it comes down to it, she is driven. When she is determined, Kaivah help the poor soul who stands in her way. Usually a sensible, easygoing girl, she knows when to act and when to admit defeat. But when that adrenaline kicks in, she has a quick temper and a barbed tongue. Whatever she feels, she feels it deeply, and she has a tendency to let her emotions get the best of her logic. Ignorance and arrogance are the two traits that set her off. In Boarding School, Ana was an avid reader. She doesn't find much time for hobbies anymore, what with their intense training, but tries to make time to stay in contact with old friends. There are few things that Ana misses about life outside the Academy, but if she had to name one thing it would rain. Something about being surrounded by falling water, her element, helps her strengthen her bond with Kaivah.
History: Luana was born to a middle class mother and father in a quiet suburb of West Cliff. When she was very, very young, two or three, her father died. It remains a mystery to her his cause of death; her mother never wanted to talk about it, never wanted to be much of a mother at all after he died. She was overjoyed when she learned Luana was a Pure, so she could dump her in the project and live alone with her grief. Her mother is the only person who calls her by her full name, and she goes by her nickname out of contempt for the mother who never cared. Ana hasn't seen her mother in six years.
Ana was always social, and made many friends in early training school, but she’s mostly alone now that she's joined the Academy at Nazca. Most of her friends chose the path to fame, and enrolled at the School at Andapolice.

Gaian Name:..[silverkiss]..
Character Name: Nadie Avone
Age: 17
Birthday: Latkras 4th, 718
Year: Third
Hometown: Oloreado
Schools: Oloreado Boarding School
Descendancy: Volcannon and Mitula
Power: Nadie's focus is air, because both Volcannon an Mitula share air, so it is naturally powerful in her bloodline's from both sides of her family. Though she her self tends to worship Mitula more, she respects the Volcannon blood in her as well, and in worship. She use's it like a tool, but treats it like a child. Nadie knows not to be careless with the air, for it can be deadly. She like most people feel the air around them and there opposition, for the silent close kill, to give them speed and part flight. Though there are things Nadie her self have been experimenting with such as air density, cutting off air from one are or focus of air in one area, changing of the weather and the relfection of light from particals. Though Nadie has only managed some of these at small or non-harmless scales.
Nadie favors specially made weapons, ones that hard to find, and use. Such weapons include, her favorite a Katar( Known as a Bundi Dagger). Other weapons are things such as cannons and chains, or random weapons like chairs, or a rock.
Character Appearance: Nadie has long butt length dark purple hair or black with purple highlights as most would call it, with bleach blond almost white underneath for about a third of her hair. She tends to wear it pulled tightly into a high braided ponytail that rest about mid back once done up, if she wears it loose, it tends to be a big mat of hair, or all over the place. She keeps her hair part purple in memory of the past, that not everything is good or bad and for the lives lost durring the second raise of Zeon, though not because it was Zeons color, just because it was an important color durring that time. Her eyes were odd though almond shaped, the iris the color of her eyes was three it went from ice blue around the pupil, to an icy aqua, then to an deep aqua color. She had a button shaped nose that had a nice long ski slope, and was just the right size for her face. Her lips were a frosted pink, slightly thin, long and heart shaped. Her build was tall lean and athletic, some would say she was too slim, but she ate like there was nothing to stop her hunger, and it well just her. She has average curves, and very well muscled. Her skin is very smooth but not soft or rough, and the color of her skin is a that frosted peach. Nadie will often be caught in a the physical training uniform. Also located on her upper left thigh is a tattoo of a feather given to her at a years age, by self proclaimed, and highly respected shaman.
Character Personality: In groups of people she is a little joker and likes to make people laugh over stupid things, such as placing carrots up her nose, or the likes. She also doesn't care too much about what people think, unless it effects other people. Nadie is a kind of person who acts on other peoples emotions, example if someone's teasing her, she'll tease back, if someone's angry at her, she'll be angry back. Though when she alone with one other person she tries to adjust to them, to make them the one comfortable to a conversation or silence.. She will think about that the best thing too do would be, it could be smile or frown, laugh or gasp.. Though her personality is nothing like this in a fight, she is just a Machine, a well oiled Machine. Nadie is constant she doesn't make a sound or a squweak, yet can do damage like a tank. Though a Tank can get blow up, it will take alot of damage first, and still truck it's way through.
History: Nadie grew up in a fairly rich home environment, so she had nothing to worry about when it came to her needs. Neither of her parents showed the pure traits, or if they did they were very weak. Nadie's parents themselves came from rich families, married at a young age gained an accumulative wealth through inheritance. Though they became rich through the bussiness they own called Avone InCorp, which is the production of security equipiment. The Tattoo on her upper left thigh was really the only historic thing that happened in her life, and even then there is a mystery around it that leaves it being rather dull. The shamn who placed the tattoo one her thigh, said it was a symbol as to what Nadie would do in life, they were all lead it to beleive it was special but never told much about. Other then that she had a normal as possible life with her family, nothing strange or abnormal ever happenned when she was with them.
In training as a pure though she seemed to excel in what ever she did, she was never the best at anything, except for when it came to air, but she was always one of the tops, just below the best by only four or three. She never worked hard at any of this, it seemed to just be, and anythign she worked hard at were things she wanted too such as her pure ablities with air.

Gaian Name: Sokanon_88
Character Name: Rai (pronounced Rye) Bian
Age: 16
Birthday: Elfix 14th, 719
Year: second
Hometown: Junaen
Schools: Junaen Boarding School
Descendancy: Luke
Power Focus: Fire. Though Rai has control for both water and fire, she has always been drawn to the raw power and determination that fire offers. Though her true skill lies in water, she chose fire from a very young age. Rai misses the beach. Although she feels a strong connection to fire, she still has a stronger connection to water. Living by the beach only strengthened that relationship has she grew older, and now her only connection to Kaivah is through surrounding herself with water. Her ignorance of the fact that her connection is stronger on behalf of water instead of fire has made her suffer a bit in her training. Her weapon of choice for a graceful woman like herself is of course, The Knife. Her keen ability to hit a target from afar makes her particularly accelerated in the art of throwing knives. However, she also takes great joy in working the knife close to her target as well. Something about feeling the knife move within her hand and the air around her makes her at ease and in love with the knife's power. You can find Rai spinning a knife effortlessly in her hands as if it were her hands themselves. She does it often to sooth her mind.
Character Appearance: Rai has midnight black hair that reaches her thighs. Her abnormal hair length would normally tend to be a problem in fighting, but her amazing whipping up of the hair skills with chopsticks terminates that hindrance. Her bangs are evenly cut to sweep across her face, falling in her eyes, which is the way she prefers. Unfortunately for her, Rai has found that her eyes let loose a lot of things that should be kept secret. Like a door to her soul, her unforgiving eyes show the truth, and nothing but the truth. Her eyes are a very light gray that almost look white. Her irises are outlined in a deep gray, almost as black as the center. Some people have found that her eyes are too shocking to look at for too long of a time period, giving her the feeling she is repulsive. Truth be told, Rai is actually quite beautiful, but not in that gorgeous, slender, six foot tall supermodel way. She has a beauty that speaks for itself, through her eyes, her composure, and her simplicity. Her face is rounded, giving her a pleasant look about her. Her nose repulses her, but actually it compliments her face a great deal. It’s more like a button than anything else, sloping elegantly down between her eyes, and rounding off at the end, with a bit of a puff giving her the button-like appearance. Her neck is thin and slender, and slopes elegantly down into her chest bones. Unlike her mother, they do not protrude from her skin, but rather give it a nice shape, as if shadows between silk. Her shoulders come off rounded, leading elegantly down over her thin arms to her hands. Her palms are decent sized, with long fingers to handle the knife skillfully. Her build is slender. She has not a gram of fat on her body. Considering she runs when she's upset, her calves are nice sized, and she has amazing stamina. Her arms look puny, but they are deceiving in their size. She doesn't work out on her arms particularly, but they hold decent power- power enough to be extremely handy and detailed with knives.
Character Personality: On account of her personality, Rai is extremely two-faced. On one side, the only side she shows to the people surrounding her, she is sweet, generous, kind, and caring. She would do anything she possibly could to make that person happy. What lays behind her mask is frightful. When she is alone, her mind reverts to her past. The darkness consumed her back then, and all she could think about was becoming powerful within the brute force of fire. All she feels is rage and hopelessness. Helpless to her former self, Rai is trying to change her personality. Afraid of who she is when she’s alone, she tends to always seek company, making her a bit of a romantic. When she can’t help but be alone, she runs. Metaphorically and subconsciously, she’s running away from her past. Rai only lets herself have a few close friends, her subconscious working her to make her think they’ll all leave her eventually. Although she plays her masquerade, she truly wants to be a person someone can trust- particularly because she has no one to trust herself. Unfortunately, when confronted with her own problems, she doesn’t deal with them. She’d rather let it simmer and go away. But it only adds to her helplessness when she is alone and consumed with depression.
History: Rai's mother, father, and brother were the typical family. Mother worked at home while the father provided for the family. Her older brother, Vince, was three years older than her. He died the year before Rai attended the Academy of Nazca. With the loss of her brother and best friend- two in one- Rai almost dropped out of the program. Her mother- shortly after her brother's death- committed suicide, leaving her father a single parent. With his son dead, and his wife's suicide, Rai's father turned to alcohol, leaving Rai alone to fend for herself. Recently, Rai has managed to convince her father that there are other things to live for than sadness and alcohol -Like his daughter. Currently he is in a program to get over his obsession and concentrate on his little girl. Rai visits her father as often as she can, pushing him further and further to a solution to his ‘disease‘. As for her home town of Oceana, Rai misses the beach. Although she feels a strong connection to fire, she still has a stronger connection to water. Living by the beach only strengthened that relationship has she grew older, and now she ignores the fact that water is calling to her instead of fire. She refuses to relent. Rai fell too far in love with the raw power of fire. Rai at one point made the connection that she was born on the night of an eclipse. Not to mention she descends from the infamous Luke. Rai believes that part of her dark personality is inevitable. Too many factors contribute to her having a dark future.

Gaian Name: Gemin
Character Name: Bobbi Strangeway
Age: 15
Birthday: Mitsu 17 720
Year: First
Hometown: Matakarma, Andapolis
Schools: Naraka Boarding School
Descendancy: Thomas
Power Focus Bobbi has a strong connection with Kavaih and she uses it to her advantage, even if she can only heal. Bobbi sees all the children of Zeon as equals and she does not think little of them if they betrayed their own kin or were perfect heroes. After all why dwell in the past? Bobbi loves fighting and sports, thus she has dabbled in all ranges of fighting. Hand to hand combat, swordplay, ranged weapons and miscellanous melee weapons. She also loves writing and when she is not up and about she can be seen writing in some quiet place, she writes storys, plays or just anything she can think of. She is also very quick with her hands and is very good at sleight of hand. Bobbi has chosen to study being a defender, she knows she will have to fall back to heal if she is ever in a battle, but even then everyone needs to be protected.
Character Appearance: Bobbi has short golden red hair. It is usually messy and her bangs tend to get in her face alot, but she doesn't seem to really care in face she cuts her hair herself. She stands a good five two and has sinewy muscles much like a gymnast and is very strong. Bobbi is well tanned and had chocolate brown eyes. Her nose is normal sized and defined, her face is slightly square and dusted with freckles. Her overall looks is pretty normal, while not supremely stunning she is pretty in her own little way. Bobbi is slender but not too thin. An odd feature about her is her large hands and long fingers which seem to 'accidently' catch alot of other peoples belongings.
Character Personality: Bobbi is a complete tomboy. She is wild and crazy and doesn't think twice about doing anything, she seems never to have any fear at all and always has a crooked grin on her face. Bobbi doesn't really like laws or rules and usually forgets them anyway, she has a problem with taking other people's things that she likes without asking. She eventually gives them back but never sees the wrong in these actions. Bobbi has gotten herself into numerous scrapes and always managed to get out of them, she sometimes says things that are mean and hurtful without knowing it. Very friendly Bobbi is easy to get along with unless she doesn't like you or your mean to her friends, she can be very protective of her friends but other then that she is laid back. Bobbi is very smart but she doesn't dedicate much time to academics, making her an average student.
History: Bobbi lived on a little house with her parents, a younger and older brother and an younger and older sister. Making her a perfect middle child. Bobbi had her two brothers were an inseperable trio, her other sisters who were prissy and young ladies looked down their nose at Bobbi, her wild escapades and crazy schemes. Bobbi's mother had another young girl but she died young because she was too weak. Bobbi's two sisters are also frial but Bobbi is in perfect condition. And this is why her mother hates her, she hates that fact that Bobbi is perfect and her other child died, why couldn't her energy and strength be shared. Bobbi grew up under a hard thumb, her father was usually away on business, then one day, when Bobbi was eleven he never came home. She always remembered that crisp and sunny autumn day when she had long awaited her father, but he never came and everyone seemed to forget about him since word never came about what had happened to him. Bobbi tried to be a normal girl after that but it seemed as if her adventures just got wilder to cover up the pain, but of course she never admitted it. Now Bobbi is almost happy to be getting away from it all even if she loved her brothers she hated everything else about that family.

Gaian Name: Duchess yum-yum
Character Name: Iris Theron
Age: 15
Birthday: Einkras 11, 720 IZ
Year: First
Hometown: Taglaen, Matakarma
Schools: Taglaen Bording School
Descendancy: Mitula
Power Focus Iris is swift, flexible, strong, and dextrous. She is likely to use these attributes to her advantage when fighting. She is best when not using a weapon--they seem just to get in her way--but she also realizes that you don't have to be able to pick something up to use it as a weapon if you're strong enough to manipulate your opponent. However, when she was told to pick a weapon to focus on, she chose the nunchaku. Since then she has aquired many different nunchaku-style weapons and is working to learn as many of the different fighting styles with them as she can. Her elemental ability focus is Air. As far as Kaivah goes, she turns to it because she knows she has little else. Whenever bad things happen to her, she turns to Kaivah because she knows Kaivah is the only thing in the universe that remains constant.
Character Appearance: Iris has short, choppy, blond hair that she styles in tall spikes. Her face is relatively feminine, but her nose hints at being a couple of millimeters too big. Her cheekbones are high, under large eyes that boast two different colors; one is blue, and the other is green. She is short in stature, but she packs quite a punch. Her slightly thick frame is host to a buff upper body. Her legs are fast but not strong. She enjoys gymnastics as a hobby and as a result, she's flexible. Although she is proud of her physical strength and boyishness, she secretly wishes there were more boys who appreciated girls like her. On one of her visits back home from boarding school, her parents allowed her to get a colorful (albeit only an inch and a half long) tattoo of a parrot on her neck to represent her ability focus. She absolutely adores birds of all kinds, but the parrot is her favorite.
Character Personality: She's a hard worker--when it comes to something she really cares about. In her classes, she generally barely passes classes that don't interest her because she doesn't pay full attention. In classes she enjoys, however, she fully applies herself. Her grades reflect this pattern. She enjoys being a pure, but she wishes it wasn't so much work. She tries to get along with people, but sometimes getting along with people can be trying. She can usually make a pretty good first impression, but she has a habit of sometimes saying the wrong thing at the wrong time without realizing it.
History: Iris doesn't know much about her childhood or her family. Pure academies have been a way of life for her for almost as long as she can remember. Aside from a couple days on holidays in her youth, she never really got to experience family life. She was born out of wedlock, and when her whorish mother found out her daughter was a pure, she jumped at the chance to ship her off to boarding school so she could continue living her life in the irresponsible manner she preferred. Once in a while Iris's mother would show up and spend a couple of days with her, but Iris knew this was just compensation for guilt. After a while the two stopped seeing eachother all together. Now that she's entering the Pure Project, she's excited about meeting new people, but the problem remains that she doesn't want to be working or fighting for any type of government five years from now.

Gaian Name: Eleniron
Character Name: Siaoph (sigh-off) Lanelle
Age: 17
Birthday: 11 Einkras, 717
Year: Third
Hometown: Nachtaen
Schools: Pure Boarding School at Taglaen, as well as one year at the Academy.
Descendancy: Mitula
Power Focus: Siaoph uses his manipulative abilities to tamper with the air surrounding him. Though not nearly a master in his art, he is able to use it to bolster his speed and acrobatic abilities, as well create small vacuums and cause discrepancies in air pressure and density to move objects in a telekinetic fashion (keep in mind that though he may possess the rudiments of these abilities, he is not fully profeccient in any of them and has much to learn). Siaoph prefers bladed weapons to guns. He's always thought of war, and has been quoted, "If you haven't the nerve to kill a man close enough to hear and see him die, then the thought of his death never should have crossed your mind." Not surprinsingly, Siaoph has a fetish for the past. The stories of the Heroes of Old like Bowie were always his favorite, and he wanted nothing more then to be like them when he grew up. He still carries that dream. He still wants to become a warrior capable of warfare only heroes of myth could muster, but with a little flair of his own.
Character Appearance: Siaoph stands at a modest height of five feet, seven inches, lithe and youthful. He has narrow bright green eyes, and curly brown hair that puffs out from his head in a full circle, giving his shadow's the often funny appearance of having an oversized furball for a head. His skin is a bit tanned, having spent some of his days on the beach as a child. He has a small nose with a thin scar running from just under his left eye, stretching almost to his right nostril, then vanishing and picking up again on the right side of his upper lip (the result of attempting to loft a toothpick into his mouth far too fast in the early developing stages of his powers). On occassion, he can be caught with a bit of stubble on his Siaoph is generally lighthearted and a tad arrogant, taking to most taskschin and slightly droopy eyes, the result of sleeping problems.
Character Personality: with a laugh and a smartass comment. He shakes off most verbal assaults, and takes slaps on the wrist for his smarmy behavior without much regard. His "whatever, I'll do what I want" attitude might get him in trouble one day, but Siaoph welcomes that day, ready to accept whatever bad karma will throw at him. As stated earlier, he has a dread fascination with ancient history and mythology, though he oft cares little for more current events (he figures the world is going to Hell in a handbasket anyway, so why should he care?). One thing he cannot stand is the phrase "Oh, you know what I mean!" If he's asked, it's apparent he does NOT know "what you mean." The other thing he cannot stand won't earn you a dirty look, but a possible thrashing: try insulting his hair. You've been warned.
History: Siaoph's family lived in relative seclusion in Nachtaen, inhabiting a cottage near the coastline, away from the general activity of the village. It was here that Siaoph's parents raised him until the age of five, when government agents approached his parents about Siaoph's potential to become a Pure. His parents almost immediately began to resent him, a combination of their envy of his powers, and disgust in the fact that they were unable to have a "normal child." Needless to say, they were less then combative when the government asked if he could be taken to boarding school. After several years in primary Pure school, he was shipped across the bay to the boarding school at Taglaen, where his communications with his family slowly dwindled to nothing. He never cared much for them; barely knew them, in fact, what with all his time being taken by his educational regiment. After several years in Taglaen, Siaoph knew that he'd enroll in the Academy at Nazca, being abhorrent of the idea of becoming a businessman or politician (dirty games in Siaoph's mind). After one year of study at the Academy, Siaoph has begun training in Air manipulation as well as Edged Weapons, taking up electives in Mythology, Philosophy and a tad of Geology (at least the section concerned with his particular speciality). He hopes to become more profecient in Air technique, and maybe even pick up a bit of Earth ability on the side. Though it may seem he has little reverence for the Gods, Siaoph holds Mitula very dear. He might not talk about it, but that doesn't change the fact that he had her image tattooed on his lower back when he was feeling particularly rebellious. No one knows about that tattoo but Siaoph, and it is one of the few things that can bring Siaoph's cheeks from their usual olive tone to an incriminating crimson.

Gaian Name: Lord_Syren
Character Name: Jecheerya’treg “Jackie” Retsam
Age: 17
Birthday: Volsu 24th, 717
Year: Third
Hometown: Oloreado
School: Oloreado
Descendency: Luke
Power Focus Jack never took much heart on the god fables he was always told, a skeptic true. Let the masses have their opiate. As for the powers Luke granted his children, Jack saw his wetness power as little more then an exotic tool. Useful every now and then, but not something to focus on. Sure, he could keep the rain off him but what was the point otherwise?.

Apart from his mystical and “unreliable” powers, as he so puts it, he feels more at home with things that eject hot lead. Now that’s dependable. Usually. Learned in basic gun use of all types, Jack prefers the efficiency of any high-powered rifle over anything else. The anticipation and power is what drew him to it. Waiting anxiously for the target, wielding the power of instant death in his hands. The thought was intoxicating, to say the least. The shotgun always seemed like a viable backup too, as the rifle isn’t the best weapon close up. For a sense of round-about-ness he trained with knives as well, though he delegated close combat to the category of showy, useless crap.

As for training as a Pure, Jack never really thought much of it other then a specialized military career. His family a primarily military one, he wanted to follow in the footsteps himself. So he saw his training and special abilities as just part of an elite unit. And elite is exactly what Jack saw himself as.
Character Appearance: Keeping his blonde hair in a high-top fade for minimum visibility and ease of care, Jack sees utility rather than style with his grayish–blue eyes. He owns quite a few hand-me-downs, most of it from his older brother’s uniforms that were too small for him. When he doesn’t have to wear the pure uniform (as rare as that may be), he’ll be wearing a different one. Sans coat, it is a simple combination of a dark brown shirt and dirt / mud camoflauge pants, the shirt with two black stripes encircling the left shoulder. He stoops at a short 5’4”, but sees it as an advantage rather than being tiny. His smallish frame keeps him even less conspicuous.
Character Personality: Jack is, for all intensive purposes, as a*****e. People can’t figure out if he has a superiority complex or he’s just cocky as hell, but they know its one of the two. Not that he doesn’t have anything to be proud about, he’s the best shot in the company and has a deep wisdom as far as military matters go. But his cynicism and love for conflict has gotten him into many a fight. His preferred nickname is Jack, but everyone calls him Jackie just to piss him off.
History: As previously stated, Jack comes from a military family. Specifically, its an extremely extensive family, reaching through generations and even in-laws. Unfortunately, it’s just not a very successful family. Except for very few notable exceptions, none of his family has made it to officer class. As a result, they lived in what most would refer to as ‘squalor.’ When it was announced that Jackie-Boy, the youngest, was going to be nothing less then a Pure, he and his family swelled with pride. Every family visit was some distant relative giving him advice ranging from simple military etiquette to how one detects trip wires. School itself, however, was a different matter entirely.

Jack loves conflict. And conflict loves him back, usually with a punch to the jaw. In one instance, he was quickly retreating from a particularly brain dead weightlifter and ended up making the fool trip onto a very tall bench. Unfortunately for him, the bench was no bench at all but the behemoth known as Bhor Oruan. Bhor used the opportunity to show just how well he could lift other people and hurl them across rooms. Jack never laughed so hard in his life. The two became fast friends and often got each other out of trouble, though Bhor seemed to get into far less of it. Either way, they knew fate had a sense of humor when she dropped them both into the Pure Project.