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Butterfly
A Lit-to-Adv Sailor Moon-Esque Roleplay?


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            Everyone wants to fly.

            Whether we’ve voiced the wish aloud or simply kicked it under the rug for the sake of pretending we were ‘cool’, we’ve all imagined what it would be like to soar through the sky with birds and planes,
            butterflies and bees. The thoughts of the wind in your hair and the feeling of being free have always compelled you to demand wings of some sort or perhaps some pixie dust. Regardless, you have to lump yourself in with the rest of the world with the want – no, need – to fly.

            What if just for one day, one hour, you could dance through the clouds with the most beautiful wings in all of the world? You’d accept, wouldn’t you?

            You have the chance to paint the heavens with your wings, decorate the skies with your own clouds. No, not just you – your friends as well. Together, you’ll show the world how truly glorious it is be to fly.

            But at a price.

            Are you willing to forget all else, defy the laws of nature, and give up something just for a life in the sky?



            Thank you for helping set up the layout, Delicate Stargazer. <3



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            If your wish to fly was granted, what would you do?

            In the smallest of cities where your dreams – your wishes – are your power, the best of miracles is occurring. Some force, whether friend or foe, has begun to grant the simple wish of being able to fly, escape the troubles of the world through dancing in the sky.

            But there’s a catch.

            The darker parts of this ‘miracle’ demand something in return. They want your purity, your light, the good in you. They want to corrupt this world and use the happiness in it to destroy those who make selfish wishes and hold on tightly to their dreams and aspirations. It is through selfish desires and goals meant only to benefit yourself that they can grow more powerful and consume this world.

            Our story takes place in a small city, the world divided by the mere difference in cash flow. In a world where going to a private school sets you above the rest, the want for more than you already have is great. Students and teachers of a simple academy want and desire so much more, most especially a sense of freedom lost within the boundaries of the city.

            On one side, we have those who wish only for their own dreams to come true, lighting their way to the path of darker miracles. Those who are selfish inevitably become the darkness and trade what little clarity they have left in their hearts. With nothing left in their hearts but darkness, they become
            Moths drawn to the light.

            On the other hand, we have those who wish not for themselves, but for the dreams of others. They want their friends and family to be happy and to see them prosper in their lives. They feed off others happiness to grow and become something better for the good of mankind. They are the
            Butterflies who feed on blooms of compassion. To aid them are those who have the life they’ve always wanted and strive to help others on their paths. They will become the Birds that lead us to paradise.

            So, what do you desire?






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            >>Setting

            Our story takes place in the city of Aisha. Aisha is a small, landlocked city with tight borders and the most rigid population. Your salary – like in most societies – defines where you stand in the city and how much respect you can earn. If you make less than so much, your child goes to a public school and people look down at you from their high horse. On the other hand, if you can afford to throw your kid through Aisha Academy, everyone looks away in fear of being scowled at.

            Delving deeper, we find ourselves in Aisha Academy, a co-ed school with the best staff money can buy. The students are required to live on campus and must wear uniforms – a very unoriginal black blazer, plaid skirt/pants/shorts, gray tie, and white undershirt. The students are fed and watered daily, and allowed breaks between classes – of which they have six a day. They’ve little to no freedom and fall under an iron-rule.

            Currently, it is the beginning of the school year – Summer, 2007.


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            >>Butterflies

            The protagonists of the story are the Butterflies They desire little for themselves – a bit of alone time, maybe a book, or a letter from a relative – and always put others before themselves. They wish the best for others with all of their being and aren’t afraid of being cast out for their beliefs that compassion does more than selfishness and hatred. Butterflies can be male or female, teacher or student.

            They fall under four Power Spheres:

            Life | Earth
            Hope | Air
            Sacrifice | Water
            Love | Fire

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            >>Birds

            Also the protagonists of the story, the Birds act as ‘Knights’ to the Butterflies. They are free spirits in every sense, and are probably a bit older than most of the Butterflies. They were probably forced through a public education, and now live life how they pleased, going to work when they feel like it and finding some random charity-case to help out. Birds can be male or female, teacher, student, or a random person not in school. They have the capability to change paths at any given moment.

            They fall under four Power Spheres:

            Charity | Air
            Valor | Thunder
            Reliability | Metal
            Destiny | Ice


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            >>Moths

            The Moths are the antagonists this go round. They’re a selfish bunch and long for nothing more than to tell everyone at the academy to go to hell. They tend to hurt a lot of feelings and make scenes that take attention away from those who really need it. Never once have they wished for a friend or family member to do well – unless it was to their benefit. The Moths can be male or female, teacher or student.

            They fall under four Power Spheres:

            Hatred | Water
            Desire | Thunder
            Despair | Metal
            Death | Fire



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            >>The "Mircale"


            The Miracle is as it name implies - a mystical force capable of great evils and greater goods.

            My sheer chance - and misfortune, as well - this force was created to 'balance' the world, so to speak. It grants wishes and desires of the darker population while creating a force to counter it with their more heartfelt desires. This force birthed not only the Butterflies but the Moths as well. Their attempt to balance out the forces of good and evil were further weighed by the creation of the Birds, who have the capability to change paths at any moment.



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            >>Literacy The ominous ‘Literacy!’ rule, I know. Butterfly is intended to be a literate to advanced roleplay. Meaning – I want decent spelling, grammar, and the likes. [ No one’s perfect, I’m not. D8 ]Your posts should be roughly three or more paragraphs. Also, since I am that picky, I’d appreciate size 10 or 11 fonts in the IC thread. <3 No chatspeak in the IC or OoC thread. It makes me twitch. =//


            >>Activity Roleplays need activity to live, in case you didn’t know. If you ask me to reserve a character or apply, please stay around. It’s rather irritating to have people who are actually active saying they wanted a reserved character, but can’t have it since some inactive kid up and left us after reserving a character. I will PM you and demand life if you don’t post at least once every three days.


            >>Respect Rican made this thread, so he should have the utmost respect. If something isn’t to your liking, I’m sorry, I may change it with good reason. Also, your fellow RPers should be treated nicely and respected. If someone has different views, live with it. Dispute amongst characters is acceptable, not RPers.


            >>Violence Delicate says this RP falls under the BSSM category, so that means violence is going to happen every once in a while. Please, don’t be uber-cheap and land every hit and emerge without a scratch. You aren’t a god, you’ll get hit at least once. Also, keep blood and gore to a PG-15 level, plzkthnx.


            >>Romance We’re all big boys and girls and known what it’s like to get a crush or fall in love. Our characters probably will feel the same effects, to some extent. Your character is welcome to like girls, boys, or both, if you want. Just be mature about it, alright? Also, people may join as teachers, some affection between a teacher and student might develop, get over it. xP Other than that, anything past chaste kisses and pets should go elsewhere.


            >>Language My favorite word is damn. I like to say damn, a lot. Other people probably like to say it as well. Meaning – you shouldn’t be crying about harsh language in the roleplay. You can say whatever you want, language wise, just don’t use a cuss word every sentence.


            >>Applying There are twelve spots available, and you are more than welcome to reserve them. I will allow you to have up to two characters, assuming they’re from different sides. If you reserve a spot, pleasepleaseplease submit a profile. It’d make the recruiting process so much easier. And highlight this post. Post your profiles in the OoC thread with “I want this to last” at the beginning of your post.


            >>Rican I’m not a mean person, I swear! My rules are a bit harsh, but I swear I’m nice! I like to laugh and joke, so don’t get scared. If you like the idea, I’ll love you forever and shower you with kindness and gratitude! <333 Remember, Rican loves you!


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            The applications for this roleplay are very simple, for the most part. Fill out the following application to the best of your abilities, let me see it, and I’ll decide if you’re in or not. Should you have any questions, I’m more than happy to answer.

            U s e r n a m e ;; Your Gaia name.
            C h a r a c t e r N a m e ;; Your characters name; first, last. This should be something NOT JAPENESE.
            G e n d e r ;; Male or female.
            A g e ;; 15 – 18 for students ;; 23 – 40 for teachers.
            P o s i t i o n ;; Butterfly of whatever, Moth of whatever, or Bird of whatever.
            O c c u p a t i o n ;; Teacher, Student, etc.
            P r e f e r e n c e ;; Boys, girls, or both. XP
            P e r s o n a l i t y ;; A detailed description of how they act. It should be 3+ paragraphs.
            A p p e a r a n c e ;; A detailed description of what they look like, including how they dress out-of-uniform. This should be 2+ paragraphs. If you use a picture, it must NOT BE AN ANIME picture, in link form, and a description is still required.
            M a i n C o l o r ;; Pick a color for their fuku. Butterflies and birds should have more vibrant colors. Moths should have more dull colors. Please, try not to use the same one as someone else. Black and white are not colors, they’re SHADES.
            S e c o n d a r y C o l o r ;; Pick another color that appears less frequently. Again, Butterflies and Birds have more vibrant colors, Moths have duller colors. Black and white are not colors, they’re SHADES.
            H en s h i n ;; The transformation process. It should use the above colors and your signature power sphere. You should also include a description of the item and phrase that triggers this process.
            F u k u ;; A description of their outfit when transformed. Butterflies and Birds colors should have white body suits/tuxes with ribbons and the likes as their main and secondary colors. Moths have -gray- body suits/tuxes with ribbons and the likes as their main and secondary colors.
            W i n g s ;; This is the fun part. We all get pretty wings. Your wings will be the two colors you chose and shaped however you wish. Butterflies have actual butterfly wings, Birds have bird wings, and Moths have moth wings. Be creative~
            W e a p o n ;; You each get one weapon. It can anything you’d like, a staff, bow and arrow, dagger, rapier, etc. NO KATANAS! I’d like a description of it, as well.
            P o w e r S p h e r e ;; This should correspond with your position [ Hope is Air, Life is Earth, etc. ].
            S e c o n d a r y S p h e r e ;; This is more in-depth variety of your powers. This can be anything like illusions, strength, speed, etc. Be creative, and don’t use the same thing as someone else. =//
            A b i l i t i e s ;; You can have up to -five- abilities, okie? They should be unique, nifty, and all that good stuff. Flight is a default ability, meaning you have four others. They should be described.
            A t t a c k s ;; You have -three- of these. Maybe you freeze your opponents weapon and scream at them or use vines to restrain them while you attack. Again, be creative, and describe these attacks, including how often they can be used.
            T h e m e S o n g ;; If your character were to take the scene, what song would most likely play? Differing songs, please. xP
            R o l e p l a y S a m p l e ;; A sample of your RPing skills. I want at least two.


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            And now, a YIM quote to scare you a bit:

            Delicate
            DS: You know, the best way to ruin a roleplay is to have characters that have a Japanese name and they aren’t Japanese, Speaks Japanese and they aren’t, acts like some immortal creature, or are so overly emo that even you want to cut your wrists and cry. What happened to complex characters?
            Rican: …Yeeeeaaaah.
            DS: Oh, another thing is when everyone applies as girls and there is like one boy. They all attack him like rabid dogs! Seriously, if you want to make more than one character, try and balance out the gender and age groups.
            DS: Raaaawr! >>! >shakes head< …Oops. Did it again.


            A bit scary, isn’t she? .-. With that in mind, I’d like to point out that Aisha is not a Japanese name – it’s Arabic – and there should be no fully Japanese names. A first name is fine, but not a whole name. Hell, Japan isn’t even an actual country in their world. Keep that in mind, please. Also, if you decide you want to apply, try and balance out the age groups and genders. I don’t want a billionmilliontrillion boy students and two girl teachers or vice versa.


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            Butterflies

            All applications for the Butterflies can be found here. If they are bolded, they are taken. If they’re strike-d through they are reserved. Otherwise, feel free to attack them. :3

            >>Air Butterfly of Hope for Tutu

            >>Earth Butterfly of Life

            U s e r n a m e ;; Golden Eyed Saru
            C h a r a c t e r N a m e ;; Kasei Alex Nitewelle
            G e n d e r ;; Male
            A g e ;; 17
            P o s i t i o n ;; Earth Butterfly of Life
            O c c u p a t i o n ;; Student
            P r e f e r e n c e ;; Girls
            P e r s o n a l i t y ;; Kasei is freakishly calm. No matter the situation, he always wears a calm mask that easily fits over his face, revealing no emotion or thought. Most people call him "heartless" because of it, but with a shrug he continues on his way or with what he was doing. Calm and collected and easily keeping his head, Kasei is not one to make rash actions or speak without thinking. Nor does he come to conclusions quickly without hearing everything that needs to be said and giving it at least half a days thought. He, himself, cannot stand people who jump to conclusions. He lives life as it comes, and is not one to show any emotion except things would make him seem strong. He never cries not shows he's upset with something and is always showing confidence when trying to cover up confusion or concern. When it comes to his opinion on something, he has much to say.

            The only thing is, he will not speak it unless it is asked for. Finding out the hard way that always speaking your opinion is something that shouldn't be done, especially when it is not wanted. He is silent, usually conversing with himself than anyone else, though he has no trouble making conversation with someone else. Kasei is smart and cunning, easily thinking of ways to reason and make things sound better than they are. He's not an optimistic person in any way, he can just look at things from different views. Though lifeless like, he does have a good sense of humor and is occasionally making small jokes or remarks. Though he never laughs himself, he usually is able to get others to.

            Kasei is a hard man to understand. His mood really depends on the situation before him. He never pays attention to insults or threats. He sees them as mere drops of rain compared to the hail he usually deals with day in and day out. On top of this he is very polite. Though he may not be in the mood to deal with people at times, he still is polite and puts up with it. Speaking out of turn or drawing attention to himself is something he doesn't do at all. His temper can run short though, but he always tries not to take it out on anyone that is undeserving. He feels it's better to keep quiet and show no hint of annoyance than let people know they can get to him with such stupid matters. Since he keeps so much inside, he usually goes for long walks to clear his head and to sort out his mind. Most of the time it's possible for him, but when it isn't, his patience runs quite thin. Though he tries his best to remain as fair as possible. Though it is possible for him to lose his temper and become impatient, it takes a lot to reach this point and he somehow manages to keep a rein on it. His words may come across sharp, but he will not say anything that he would regret in the long run.

            When his temper is thin, he usually is not himself. He shifts and his mind wanders too fast to other things. Half the time he'll excuse himself when someone pauses in between sentences, saying he has other matters that he must see to, apologizing for the interruption. He does all this to hide his fears and doubts. He does all this in order to seem strong and confident. Really he isn't, and he really doesn't care much about anyone but himself. He would rather do everything he wants his own way then accommodate to the wants of other people, yet still does. He can't figure out why, but he can't seem to just be himself. Maybe he is himself, but he knows for sure that his calm, cool head of politeness is only a mask to cover up his own fails and weakness. In other words, he tries to be inhuman for his own protection.

            Never backing down from a fight or his word, Kasei is someone who can be trusted through and through. What he says, he means (unless joking) and once engaged in a fight, he will protect his allies to the death and with everything he has.
            A p p e a r a n c e ;; Kasei is a tall man of 5 foot 11 inches with short blond hair that layers itself. The back of his hair sits at the base of his neck, the shortest part resting at ear length. Tanned skin covers a thin yet built frame of with wide shoulders, almost a brown color from long days in the sun's warmth and heat. His Earth green eyes are always shrouded by long blond bangs and his nose is small but not delicate looking in any way. It looks as though it has been through much. His pale lips are usually chapped, so he's always going around with a chap-stick in his pocket or running back and forth over his lips. His face is firmly built with high cheek bones and a slender, long build. His left ear hold two small hoops on his lobe and there is always a small piece of hair that is braided in one of the many layers. His bored/calm expression is always over his face and his eyes reveal no hint of emotion.

            Normally Kasei wear a simple baggy white t-shirt with faded baggy jeans that have grass stains in the knees from kneeling on the ground too much. A chain with a pendant of vines curling over themselves hangs around his neck and is always hidden under the color of his shirt. Unless he bends over and the slack of material allows it slip out, it's always concealed. A black glove that stops at his wrist and has no fingers to it sits of his right hand and a tattoo of vines curl around his upper left arm where the band of green cloth is in his butterfly form. At times you can find him wearing a simple black hoodie if the weather outside ain't looking up, but normally he prefers loose clothing that allows him to be comfortable. Plain black skate shoes is what he wears on his feet.

            His hands are always shoved in his pockets, either playing with the chain on his wallet or with the chap-stick he keeps there.
            M a i n C o l o r ;; Earth Green
            S e c o n d a r y C o l o r ;; Emerald Green
            H en s h i n ;; "Of all the Earth that binds and surrounds me, show me Life and Transform!"
            With these words spoken Kasei is instantly engulfed in forest green light. The pendant of green vines circling themselves that he wears around his neck on a chain bursts into real vines that encase his body. They wrap around him like a suit of green that constantly moves and circles close around your body. His clothes are gone by the time the vines move away. The vines themselves then spiral above his head before gently forming into the outline shape of his wings. The outline of the wings folding around him, they begin to sprout leaves that become the membrane of the wings, the color of the leaves becoming the color of the wings. As they open extra leaves drop from the wings, falling over Kasei and each finding their own spot to piece themselves into the suit of his Butterfly form.
            F u k u ;; Kasei's Butterfly outfit is pretty plain, like his personality. The normal white suit that is pieced together is really the only thing that stands out. Though around his upper left arm he wears an earth green piece of cloth tied together and the ends left to hang loosely down till his elbow. Around his neck in his secondary color is a piece of material, sitting snuggly around it like a collar or choker. Hanging loosely on his shoulders is a small emerald green scarf that drapes over his chest and the ends hang down his back, reaching to his mid things or so. Vines, leaves and flowers pattern themselves on the thin material in it's corners and mid point. His shoes are flat shoes of white that have green vines crawling along the sides of them, starting from the heel where they are most abundant and then thinning out until just after that arch in his foot.
            W i n g s ;; Kasei's wings are not that of what they should be. Instead they are made from that of the Earth. The top halves of the wings curve to that of a tear drop that had its bottom pushed in lightly. If he were to put his hands straight up over his head, arms straight, that's how tall the large green wings would ascend above his head. The tips of his fingers would be able to touch the tip of the delicate wings. The bottom half of his wings look like a smaller and rounder tear drop but with many dents in the round part of it. The tips only come down to his knees. The actual membrane itself is made of thin vines and leaves, green in color with a bit of black and brown spots along the borders and tips as decoration.
            W e a p o n ;; Kasei's staff is that of the strongest wood. Though made from the wood of the earth, it is polished and smooth, fitting his hand perfectly and looking as though a professional artisan had crafted it's exterior. The wood winds around itself, curving on itself the whole length. Sitting the butt of it on the ground it comes up to Kasei's chin, making him able to always look bored by resting on it's length.
            P o w e r S p h e r e ;; Life
            S e c o n d a r y S p h e r e ;; Endurance
            A b i l i t i e s ;;
              Flight:: "Pick me off the ground oh Earth of Life." This is a given. Like all Butterflies Kasei is able to take flight only in his Butterfly form. There is a limit to how long and how high he can fly though. As long as he can breath at that height he may fly at it, and as long as long as it takes a flower to have new life (roughly 2-3 hours) is how long he may be air borne.

              Life's Breath:: "Breath of life fall over me and make me whole as the earth".This ability allows Kasei to temporarily heal wounds. He can use this ability in both forms, human and butterfly, but the next time he turns into his butterfly form, he is given a brief shock wave of pain from the wound. The bigger the wound, the bigger the shock wave. Usually he just leaves bruises and small cuts along, but if it's life threatening or getting in the way of something, all he has to do is touch the pendant or cloth at his throat and whisper the spell. During the time that he is not in his butterfly form, it's like he had never received the wound. He can never truly fully heal the wound, there will always be a light scar that isn't very noticeable.

              Earths Touch:: "Earth's Touch" consists of two spells words: the name of the ability. Earth's Touch is a power where Kasei is able to call on the animals. He can't understand them completely, but they come to him and do their best to help him understand. He talks with them and listens to them in return. Getting news of the forest and hunting, he tells them where to find the best food and nesting areas. It's usually the butterflies that come to him, just perching wherever they feel like and speaking to him in whispers. Usually when he calls on them he's in a very quiet place.

              Endures Everlasting:: "Life and Earth, help me grow." There are always rough times that over come us in life, and sometimes it's hard for people to get through. This power ables Kasei to pass through those hard times with little pain and suffering, helping him keep up his strong image of clear perfection. This is something he usually needs, seeing as though he's not one for making choices that help him out much. Thinking of others only, he never considers the effects it would take on him.

            A t t a c k s ;;
              Lines of Life:: "Save me! Save me and revive the Life." This attack ables Kasei to call on the cloth that make up his collar around his throat, turning it into a vine and using it as a temporary bind against foes. Using his hands to direct where the vine needs to go, he closes his fist in order to let it know The vine is weak and the spell doesn't last long. It's only to give him a slight advantage if he were in a tight spot. Barely resorting to it because it seems unfair, he has only used it once. He hates the attack because of his beliefs that in order to win it has to be on equal terms.

              Shield of Rock:: "Come Earth and gather where I call." This really isn't an attack, but rather more a defense. Speaking the phrase he is able to call upon the rocks of the earth of create a shield around him or anyone he direction his hands at. All he has to do is point, close his eyes and think of where exactly he wants to stones to appear, and appear they will, building a solid wall five four feet high. This defense can be used as many times as he has strength to use it.

              Rising Sun:: "Rise Earth and follow my Command, from you strength I demand." This is Kasei's most used attack. With these words he able to call on anything that belongs to the earth and send it flying as fast as a bullet in any direction he so chooses. For this spell all is needed is a picture of what he wants to call forth in his mind, the spell spoken, and a finger to point out its path. He can use this attack as long as he has strength to stand straight with no help needed.

            T h e m e S o n g ;; {. Bleed Like Me .} / {. Imperfection .}


            >>Water Butterfly of Sacrifice for Rican


            >>Fire Butterfly of Love
            U s e r n a m e ;; ayaui
            C h a r a c t e r N a m e ;; Gwendolyn Tompkinson, but is known to friends as Gwenny
            G e n d e r ;; Female
            A g e ;; 17
            P o s i t i o n ;; Fire Butterfly of Love
            O c c u p a t i o n ;; Student
            P r e f e r e n c e ;; Boys
            P e r s o n a l i t y ;;
            When first approached, Gwenny often comes across as quiet, reserved young woman. To an extent this is true, Gwenny is extremely shy around people she has yet to become acquainted with, but this nervous façade melts away once she begins to feel at peace around the person. Compassionate and devoted, Gwenny is an extremely loyal friend with a heart of gold. She will do anything anyone asks her to the best of her ability, and always seems to feel guilty if she cannot fulfil their demands. However, ‘sorry’ is a word she can never quite seem to muster. Maybe it’s her pride that forbids her from spitting out an apology, or maybe it’s just because she’s stubborn. Whatever it is, Gwenny has never been able to pin-point the cause of her defiance.

            Gwenny is in almost every sense a girly girl; she loves animals, fashion, beauty, dancing and boys. However, this trait also gives Gwenny a degree of naivety, which becomes apparent every time she is thrown into a new situation. She readily wears her heart on her sleeve, which she sees as a blessing as well as her curse. On one hand, her emotion allows her to tune into and read other peoples emotions well. On the other, this trait makes her extremely vulnerable and subject to persuasion.

            Despite her almost childlike naivety, Gwenny is surprisingly intelligent. She is especially talented in English and Drama, where she excels with a gift for story-writing and portraying any mood which is asked of her. However, any subject to do with logical thinking just washes over Gwenny such as Maths and Physics. In her opinion, they’re not important anyway. After all, what is the use in knowing the theorem of Pythagoras and the formulae for the sine of an angle when you don’t know the words to explain it to somebody? In Gwennys eyes communication is key, not what you know. Optimism is a thing which Gwenny holds in abundance, and always sees the bright side of things; she‘s the sort of person who, if their arm had to be amputated, would just be grateful they could use their other arm. Even when somebody has wronged her, she always finds a reason to forgive them, no matter how unlikely it is. In short, she cannot push the blame on anybody but herself.

            Despite being so pleasant and mild mannered, Gwenny has a mischievous, almost devious streak to her. She often finds herself in trouble at school and has had more than one encounter with the police, though she never intentionally does things to get herself into trouble. Ninety nine percent of the time she is defending her friends or trying to set something right, but things like that are not so easy to explain to a stern looking police officer in a room so cold and stolid as an interview room. When under pressure such as this, Gwenny tends to freeze up and recede within herself. Depending on the severity of the situation, it can take up to a week for Gwenny to get back to her normal self. To help her nervousness Gwenny often goes on long walks in the twilight, just to listen to the faint lullaby which nature presents. One of her favourite haunts is a small woodland area nearby, where she enjoys picking wildflowers and finding birds nests. Gwenny likes nothing better than to sit with her back next to an oak, watching the sun cast hues of orange and red over the land as it sets.

            As for her temperament, most people who know her would describe Gwenny as level-headed. She has the uncanny ability to stay calm in a conflict, but still show an opposing person how she feels though her body language and the look in her eyes. She is a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, but she does not fully accept that everybody’s life is paved out for them. Because of this, Gwenny avidly tries to stay on the good side of everybody and make the best of her life, though this sometimes is interpreted but others as kissing up to people for her own benefit. Again, she does not blame those people for thinking such thoughts, but she makes no active effort to change her mannerisms. Gwenny is Gwenny, and nobody can change that fact.

            A p p e a r a n c e ;;
            The physical trait which usually attracts people to Gwenny is her unusual eyes. She has a condition called Heterochromia - where each iris is a different colour. In Gwennys case, illness in her youth cause her to have one ice blue eye and one bottle green eye. The cool colours of her eyes are complemented and accented by her rustic, multi-tonal auburn coloured hair which has a natural wave and falls just clear of her tailbone. Gwenny takes pride in her hair, and takes extremely good care of it. As a result, her locks appear soft, smooth and shiny. For practicalities sake, Gwenny normally ties her hair back in a loose ponytail with a pink ribbon . However, this does not stop sections of hair falling out of the ribbon and over her heart-shaped face, partially hiding her infectious smile and her little button nose.

            Gwennys skin has an almost creamy look to it, virtually flawless apart from a small birthmark that faintly resembles a bird. Her pale complexion forbids her from using brightly coloured makeup, but frankly, she does not particularly need it. She usually sticks to rich browns and skin-tone eye shadows, paired with soft black eyeliner and mascara. She wears no blusher, concealer or foundation, nor does she wear any lipstick, bar the occasional lip gloss. In her view, there is no need to accentuate her naturally pink, full lips.

            Standing at five foot seven, Gwenny is thin in comparison to her height, only weighing in at 112lbs. With the small chest she possesses, Gwenny often wears padded or push-up bras to give herself a little more cleavage. From her collarbone to her ankles, Gwennys bones have a tendency to jut out awkwardly at her joints, especially at her elbows and her pelvis. Gwennys waist is even smaller, giving her an odd, bony hourglass-esque shape to her body.

            When out of school uniform, Gwenny opts for casual, colourful combinations of clothes. She’s commonly seen in torn skinny jeans with a classic batman belt, a baby doll hot pink t-shirt, two-shades-of-pink polka dot suede kitten heel shoes and her treasured pink diamond necklace. When outside, Gwenny sports an ankle long, faux black leather trench coat. However, Gwenny often ties a long, glitter adorned silver strip of cloth around the waist of her coat to give it more shape. This also serves as a way of closing the coat when it’s cold outside, as the buttons on the coat had fallen off a long time ago.

            As for her school uniform, Gwenny has tried to make it as personalised as she can without breaking the rules. The lapels of her blazer are adorned with buttons, each different shapes, sizes and colours to try and brighten up her dull uniform. She also wears stripy three quarter length tights under her skirt, accompanied with lacy black dolly shoes. Gwenny uses a black messenger bag with a pink rose patch sewn on the bottom corner to carry about her various books and her CD player.

            M a i n C o l o r ;; Hot Pink
            S e c o n d a r y C o l o r ;; Gold
            H en s h i n ;;
            When Gwenny utters the phrase “Love, the light from heaven. The spark of immortal fire that angels share. Lift me from my body and allow me to burst into the flames of compassion,” her transformation if triggered. Her gold necklace with a pink diamond pedant begins to glow warmly, splitting open like a rose to release wisps of shimmering pink smoke. As Gwenny’s clothes dissipate, the smoke takes on forms such as roses, celtic hearts and figures waltzing to cover her body. As the transformation progresses, these smoke figures smooth and fold into silk like sheets around Gwenny, embroidered what appears to be golden glitter which falls gracefully to the ground.

            Suddenly, the sheets which clothe Gwenny burst into flames, completely encasing her in fire. The fire slowly begins to crawl up her body and above her head, revealing her butterfly form from the feet upwards. As her wings slowly unfold, Gwenny raises her arms and places her hands on the sphere of fire above her, pulling it down to about chest height. In one fluid motion, Gwenny pulls her hands apart, stretching the fire into a long cylinder. This slowly takes form of her bayonet, which she takes and sheaths. The last embers of the fire around her now recede into her necklace as it closes, a red stone now in the place of the pink diamond.
            F u k u ;;
            Gwennys butterfly outfit is nothing short of dazzling. She wears a pearly white silk halter neck dress tinted with pink, which decorated with gold embroidery around the hem and reaches just below her knees. Two ribbons wrap around the waist of this dress, one gold and one deep pink. They tie at the left side of he waist reach down to her calf before cutting off at an inverted arrow shape.

            Under this dress, Gwenny wears an armless, skin-tight, semitransparent white bodysuit which is visible at her neck and her legs. Gwenny does not wear shoes when she has transformed, only a small golden ankle chain with a tiny heart charm on her right ankle. Gwenny also wears a gold glittery armband on her right arm, completing her outfit.
            W i n g s ;;
            To those who see them, Gwennys moderately-sized wings could only be described as mimicking stained glass. Dark, thick lines run throughout her wings, creating a panelled effect. Close up, each ‘panel’ in Gwennys wings are coloured with different shades of pinks, golds and oranges. However, from a distance pink cherry blossoms on the upper section of her wings can be clearly seen. Gwennys wings shine in the light, giving her wings a glassy effect.
            W e a p o n ;; [[Bayonet]]]
            Gwennys most treasured weapon is her bayonet; a cross between a knife and a spear. The handle is red leather, decorated with tiny precious stones such as rubies and garnets in swirling patterns. The bayonets blade is extremely sharp, and can slice through virtually anything.
            P o w e r S p h e r e ;; Love
            S e c o n d a r y S p h e r e ;; Equilibrium
            A b i l i t i e s ;;
            Flight; The ability to fly. At great speeds, Gwennys wings become almost translucent as she soars.

            Pyrokinesis; The ability to control fire. Gwennys can manipulate, extinguish and even ignite fire. This ability is probably one of Gwennys most commonly used abilities.

            Equilibrium; The gift of exceptional balance. When focused, Gwenny can balance on virtually any surface. This cat-like quality is used regularly by Gwenny.

            Pyromaniac; The ability of seduction. This is one of the least used abilities Gwenny possesses. Pyromaniac could be described as a form of hypnotism with Gwenny creating a swirling ball of fire which distracts her opponent, long enough for her to either make her getaway or attack.

            A t t a c k s ;;
            Firefly Detonation; Once murmuring those words, Gwenny clenches her fists tight. After a few seconds, she opens her hands to reveal tiny, multiple flames. She then blows the little flames towards her opponent, which surrounds them in a firey haze. Then, with a simply click of her fingers, the small flames suddenly expand and explode around her opponent. This attack cannot be performed at close range.

            Smoke Screen; This defensive move is only used in extreme circumstances, as it takes a lot of energy. With enough focus Gwenny’s whole body bursts into flames, even her odd eyes now fiery orange. This form only stays for a few seconds as when Gwenny screams the word ‘extinguish’, the blaze suddenly vanishes, leaving a thick black smoke which quickly expands to immerse her opponent in opaque darkness.

            Dragons Flame; This attack requires Gwennys weapon, her bayonet, to be in her hands. Once the attacks name has been verbalised, a warn, golden light emits from Gwennys palms. As she grips her weapon, the light begins to run through her fingers, through the handle and into the blade. With this light, the blade slowly begins to turn to red, and then to white-hot. When damage is then inflicted on her opponent with the blade, their wound begins to burn.


            T h e m e S o n g ;; ‘Songbird' by Eva Cassidy




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            Birds

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            >>Air Bird of Charity


            >>Steel Bird of Reliability Profile Pending

            >>Ice Bird of Destiny

            U s e r n a m e ;; r o c k ` t h e ` RiCaN
            C h a r a c t e r N a m e ;; Alexander Memingalleon
            G e n d e r ;; Male
            A g e ;; Thr e e and T w e nty [ 2 3 ]
            P o s i t i o n ;; Ice Bird of Destiny
            O c c u p a t i o n ;; Teacher at a Public School
            P r e f e r e n c e ;; B o o b s ~
            P e r s o n a l i t y ;; Alex likes to think he is a very simple person, but that is hardly the case. All he wants in life is for his friends and family to help each other out and to be there when people need him. He has the type of attitude where he puts himself after everyone else, no matter the situation. He hates being selfish, and gets rather ticked watching people say they can’t give a dollar to whatever charity is standing on the side of the street with their bucket. The way he looks at it, you never know when you may be the one who needs the donations of others to get by.

            Loud and outspoken, Alex will be the first person to tell you what is on his mind. If he thinks you’re pretty, he’ll tell you. If he thinks you need to shut up and get a hobby, he’ll tell you. He is the type to be utterly unafraid of telling someone what they’re really all about and is unphased by their attempts to counter. Once he has you defined as something in his mind, your status won’t change unless something drastic happens like a higher power descends to earth to tell him how great you are.

            Alex is your stereotypical cool guy. He thinks he is absolutely cool and that everyone should know who he is. Through those long, drawn out years of school, he was always being the class clown and proving funny enough to put a smile on someone’s face. Like most ‘cool’ guys, he values that freedom he has and hates not being able to show just how much of an individual he is. The thought of uniforms, being thrown into a specific scene, or being lumped in with some trend is enough to scare him to the point of frantic shouting and cussing. Proud and cocky, Alex isn’t above going around telling you that so and so has a crush on him or that he just kissed the hottest woman on the staff. Little, meaningless things often mean the world to him, and he’s more than willing to tell the world about those little achievements that mean nothing to everyone else but everything to him. But when it comes to his looks and overall personality, Alex won’t hesitate to tell you that he’s the hottest thing on two legs or he that he thinks he has the nicest body that most girls have ever seen. When it comes to females, Alexander changes entirely. He whips out the charm, and lays it on thick. He always has it in his head that he can win over any girl he wants, no matter how hard it may be. So, any girl that catches his eye, better watch it. He’ll be coming for them, no matter where they are from. On that rare occasion that a girl should fall into his web of affection, they are his. Point blank. You will keep your hands off of her under threat of dismemberment or castration. Capiche? Capiche.

            Impatient, Alex is the person you will see -dying- to want to ring someone's neck if they so much as take too long to finish a sentence. The only reason someone would even want to risk urking his nerves would be if they are in dire need of his assistance or they just feel like it would be fun to test the waters and see just how pissed off they can him.
            This teacher isn't at all what people would think. He is rather kind, always laughing and joking with people in attempts to keep a light mood hanging around. He is quite the charmer, always being polite and considerate. His sense of humor only makes him more charming, always willing to offer humorous or kind words to a student in need. Even when he is in a serious mood, he still knows how to put a smile on someone's face.

            Aside from the person he is around others, he is rather quiet, always thinking and planning things when he is alone, or around someone he doesn’ trust. He does have a rather bad temper, though. He rarely looses it, seeing as he never finds good reason for doing so. Alex is a rather proud man, a strong willed one at that, and would never do anything that may possibly make someone else look bad. He always thinks about how he'd look in front of others if he did something, rather then how it’d affect him directly. A firm believer in Karma, Alex believes all bad things that happen to him occur because he was unnecessarily cruel; however, that doesn’t stop him from having his moments of firey temper and cold wrath. If he believes you deserve a bad fate, he’ll wish it upon you without hesitation; He’ll do everything in his power to make you look bad or turn the situation around so that he gets all the attention and makes him look that much cooler than you. He’s anything but nice when the occasion calls for it. On that same note, if he feels you deserve better than what you’re getting, he’s all for helping you get what you deserve.

            He is never wrong. No matter what he did or whose feelings he hurt, Alex will never once tell you that he is sorry for something he did. He feels he is always right in the things he does and is too stubborn to admit he wander down the wrong path with an insult or managed to hurt the wrong feelings with the simple reciting of the truth. Even when he knows he did wrong, he will never come out and tell you that he was in fear of it being looked at as an apology. He looks at himself as being too big a man to apologize.

            As brave and headstrong as they come, Alex will never be the type to run away. He will never once admit he’s scared of you and won’t even give you the satisfaction of knowing you’re causing him any sort of worry. It’s in his nature to give off the vibes of being fearless, though inwardly, he is far from it.

            A p p e a r a n c e ;; Standing at a height of 5’11” Alex weighs in at approximately 171lbs. Laid tightly over his form is creamy, mocha skin that dips, curves, and slips neatly across the molds of finely toned muscle across his chest and arms. His shoulders are set kind of wide, though fitting for one of his height and build, two long, strong arms attached from the shoulder and sculpted to the male’s likings, a set of narrow hips adorning his bottom half. The mocha skin is somewhat unscathed, though his left shoulder was and still is the unfortunate victim of a scarred over pink-burn mark from a careless childhood venture. Along his back are a few, tiny scars from outings with the boys when he was a kid, the marked skin a constant reminder of how much fun he had when he was a kid.

            Ebony hair sprouts from his head, the sides and back reaching a minimal length of three-fourths of an inch. Atop his head, the dark hair reaches the length of roughly an inch, the raven hair always seen gelled up. His bangs are the oddest part of his hair, falling longer than the rest and dropping into bright, sapphire eyes shaped like almonds. The dark bangs all seem to follow a distinct flow of curving just slightly to the right, leaving a small patch of his forehead flashed outward to the world. Hidden under the ebony bangs are a pair of bright, sapphire eyes, hints of a paler, icier blue littered around the iris to give his gaze a ‘cool’ feel. His face is slightly narrow with high cheek bones and a pointed nose. His cheeks are very lightly cushioned with the little remains of baby fat he holds, the boyish cheeks defining a gentle chin.

            Starting at the left side of his collar bone, a thin, black line travels over his shoulder – narrowly missing the scar on his left shoulder -, a second line joining the other as it travels down his back. A third line then joins the other two mid-back, the three lines molding into one at the small of his back. The right side mirrors the left side, the two designs melting into one at the small of his back. In the center of his chest, two lines starts tracing themselves downward, the two lines curving closer to each other before ending just above his belly button, the area pierced a single silver ring.

            Highly informal, when out of the neat, classy clothes worn at work, Alex will almost always be seen in a simple pair of cargo pants. They appear in a variety of colors, usually darker, more sinister colors like midnight blue or ebony. His tops always consist of much the same thing as well. Never will you find him without a wifebeater under whatever he is wearing, usually a button-up shirt pulled over his form to give off the vibe that he’s younger than he is. Again, the colors are usually darker, more sinister than usually seen.

            M a i n C o l o r ;; Midnight Blue
            S e c o n d a r y C o l o r ;; Royal Blue
            H en s h i n ;; Alex’s henshin is triggered when he puts his hand in the air, presenting a silver ring with a cracked sapphire to heavens. He then shouts “Destiny Ice Revolution!” and begins to transform.

              Destiny Ice Revolution

              Once Alex recites the desired phrase, the ring on his finger bursts into a bright, blue light that seems to engulf his whole form. That light around him seems to harden and cools into a jagged ice pillar, the outline of a man stuck in the heart of it. Suddenly, one of the large hands shoots out to break the barrier of ice containing him, another shatter following shortly after as two, royal blue beams erupt from either side, causing the pillar to topple to the ground and leave an icy pile at his feet.

              Immediately, the beams curl inward to shield the nude form, the color curling like around each limb to make it seem as if his natural body was nothing but a royal blue light. The ice at his feet then begins to rattle, enormous spikes of ice erupting around him. The light encased hands then press to the ice, phasing through it as if he were a ghost. As his limbs pass through it, the beam dies away to become a layer of ice, the ice cracking off to reveal the man’s tuxedo.

              Once his form is completely passed through the ice, it shatters behind him, the fragments of the icy substance gathering and building onto his back and towards the sky. While the ice builds, his hands curl in front of his chest as if they were grabbing a pole, an ice staff materializing in his hands. The staff is then risen towards the sky, the ice-made wings stretching upward to follow the motion. Then, the staff is abruptly slammed against the ground, the ice in his hands and on his wings crumbling. Afterward, his wings stretch out fully on both sides before curling against his back and vanishing.

              Finally, he reaches up to slide his thumb and index finger across the rim of his hat, whipping his hand down to his side before flopping back into an ice throne formed from the remains of the crumbled ice.


            F u k u ;; Rather than sticking with a plain, unoriginal tuxedo, a touch of Alex’s personality has managed to worm into his transformation. The usual white fuku has midnight blue pinstripes adorning it, the cuffs of his sleeves a solid midnight blue. Drawn across his knees and elbows are horizontal slashes that allow the rich skin to be flashed. His hands are covered with by thin, royal blue fabric that lacks fingers, the glove traveling halfway up his arm. On his feet are a pair of ivory combat boots, midnight blue laces laced up tightly and the soles a deep royal blue.

            His undershit is a silky, midnight blue garment with long sleeves that slip past the cuff of his coat, spilling over lazily over his hands. The top buttons are left undone to flash an ivory choker with sapphires pressed into it. Around the messily folded collar is a white tie that might as well not be tied, the loop tugged down low and loosely done. Atop his head rests a simple, white top hat, a midnight blue ribbon wrapped around it with a single, royal blue stripe cutting through it.

            The final addition to his fuku is a thick, eye-mask that covers the bridge of his nose, tops of his cheeks and part of his forehead, the mark made entirely of ice.

            W i n g s ;; Alex has very simple wings. They resemble the standard bird wings, light and feathery. The feathers closest to his back are a rich, midnight blue and fade into a lighter, more delicate royal blue at the ends. Overall, his wings are a full twelve feet from the tip of one wing to the tip of the other. Also, a thin layer of ice has collected at the bottom of his wings.
            W e a p o n ;; Alex has no set weapon. With the ability to create ice, he molds the summoned ice to a desired shape to act as his weapon. The usual weapon of choice to create is an ice staff.
            P o w e r S p h e r e ;; Destiny [ I c e ]
            S e c o n d a r y S p h e r e ;; Illusions
            A b i l i t i e s ;; - - -

              F l i g h t Naturally, Alex has the ability to fly using the bird-like wings he has. He’s able to fly great distances in short amounts of time, but has great difficulty flying for long periods of time.
              I l l u s i o n s Aside from flight and use of ice, Alex has the ability to create illusions. To do so, he must focus his full attention on where the illusion is being created and what is he creating. With the help of his ice powers, he can make illusions real to the point of being able to touch them, though they are icy to the touch.
              C r y o m a n c y His signature ability is being able to create and control ice. Using the water vapor in the air, he is able to gather it into ice and use it as weapons and the likes. He cannot use cryomancy in areas where there is little water in the air.

            A t t a c k s ;; - - -

              Wheels of D e s t i n y After shouting the phrase, he claps his hands together and pulls them apart slowing, a ball of swirling ice gathering between his parting hands. Dropping to one knee, he slams both hands to the ground, a crack darting across the distance from his hands to the enemy. Then, dozens of spikes of ice shoot up from the ground and bend towards one another, an image of the opponent’s demise playing in the reflection of the ice. While they’re distracted, he flies through the ice, flinging shards of ice at the opponent.
              I c e S t o r m Just as its name implies, once Alex recites the right words, he raises his hands towards the sky, wings pointed upward as well. Then, another ball of ice forms at the tip of his wings, his hands thrusting outward towards the opponent to send an onslaught of icicles towards the enemy.
              P i e r c e By the far the most simplest of attacks Alex uses, he merely presses his hands together as if to pray, murmuring a low chant to himself. Then, a line of ice spikes dart from the ground, moving towards the opponent at a rapid speed. The only way to counter this attack is to stop his chanting.


            T h e m e S o n g ;; “Beautiful Lie” by 30 Seconds to Mars


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            Moths

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            >>Water Moth of Hatred

            U s e r n a m e ;; Mika252
            C h a r a c t e r N a m e ;; Trisha Valentin
            G e n d e r ;; Female
            A g e ;; 23
            P o s i t i o n ;; Water Moth of Hatred
            O c c u p a t i o n ;;Choir teacher at Aisha Academy
            P r e f e r e n c e ;;Males
            P e r s o n a l i t y ;;Remember that cruel teacher back in school, the one that you fear coming to class because of him or her? Well, there’s Trisha for you. She practically exists out of spite. A cold demeanor to match here eyes, Trisha walks around the best school as though she owned the place with a sneer of superiority on her face. She doesn’t just think she’s better than others, she knows she is. Her vanity and ego seem to make Lyndon Johnson look like a humble little man. She loves seeing other humiliated, and lives for seeing ruined friendships and the likes. Oh, and what a better way to see humiliation on a daily basis than to teach a choir? To her students, she is cruel and does not accept failure. Her favorite activity is picking the weakest member of the choir, one that she knows hates doing solos, and singing out, and she forces him or her to sing out in class. Not only that, if they are just one note out of tune, she forces them to sing to the whole school at lunchtime. She never takes excuses, even if someone was in the hospital, she won’t hesitate to flunk them for missing a concert. Further more, she loves pitting students against one another by playing favorites. As a result of her antics, her choir is the best at all competitions, but one comment the judges say keeps bugging her. Their show pieces are very good, but at times, they’re missing something. Trisha hates this because she can’t figure out what the hell is wrong.

            Her fascination with singing stems back to her past. As a young girl, Trisha was born in a rather demanding family. It was a demand for perfection. She had to study, and study, and study some more. She excelled in all her subjects, math, science, history, but the one thing she truly loved was choir, and singing. Her family and parents didn’t understand this, and as she grew older, they disowned her for pursuing a career as a singer. She used to be a famous singer, under a different name. She was known as the Blue Rose to the public, but one day, that dream came to an end, after just one year. Jealousy is a funny thing, and so was hatred. Not everyone loved her, and so one day, she was eating a sandwich, only to swallow shards of glass in there. She was rushed to the hospital, but her voice, her vocal chords were done singing. As of such, she has a rather low voice, not raspy, but low and cold. After that, she still pursued music, but instead of love, she grew to hate it. She really hates seeing her pupils excel and sing so well, while she cannot, but she’s still fascinated with it. Interestingly, as soon as she became a Moth, she got her singing voice back, and now that further fuels her love/hate relationship with music.

            Her low cold alto voice is enough to make anyone shiver, but as she has worked her way up to being the best choir director of Aisha, many people still clamor around her, trying to earn her affection. Not many know who she used to be, because that’s all behind her now. Around colleagues and “friends”, she’s as charming as charming can be. She laughs, she smiles, she teases, but those little actions never seem to reach her cold eyes. In reality, the only reason she hangs out with them is get information on them that she might use to her advantage later on. Strangely, most people can’t seem to lie to her, and assume she can keep a secret. For friends that she’s no longer found useful, she enjoys sending their life into chaos before she deserts them. She donates to charity to keep up her image, but if you look closely, you’ll see a look of disgust in her eyes. She has no sympathy for the homeless, the needy, or the blind. She looks down on them with looks of contempt.

            Love to her is something false, but useful at times. It’s useful for her anyway, because once she worms her way into a man’s heart, that’s when the fun begins. Sucking them dry of all their money was always fun, or driving them insane with jealousy. She loves playing with hearts, because she can’t seem to understand what is so great about “love”. She doesn’t believe there will ever be any man who will be able to get in her heart. She really hates everyone around her, so why should it matter?

            Perhaps what is most infuriating about her is her calm smiling and sneering demeanor. She doesn’t get riled up that easily, and if someone makes a scene in front of her, she usually finds a way to turn around and on to that person. Anyone that she thinks is beneath her is treated like dirt, plain and simple. The only thing that might stand a chance of getting her mad is when someone seems to pity her. She hates pity, because she can’t understand why someone would. What she can’t understand, she hates even more.

            She wears a mask of ice wherever she goes, and no one had been able to read it quite properly. If they did, they would see, along with contempt, sneers, hatred, and anger, they would see a trace of loneliness, but of course, no one will ever get close enough to see that, or so she believes.
            A p p e a r a n c e ;; Trisha is the kind of beauty that turns heads when she walks down the streets, at least that’s what she believes. She is beautiful, the most beautiful thing in her eyes. Others might disagree, but for Trisha, the mirror doesn’t lie. Her hair is long, to her back, and colored black as night. For the most part, she wears it down, not tying it up. It makes her look better after all. Her eyes are an extremely dark blue, so dark, sometimes it’s hard to tell whether it’s blue or black. The eye lashes are long and curved, eliminating the use of mascara. They are extremely cold, and no smile seems to reach them. The obvious stain of hate is still very vibrant within these eyes. Her lips are heart shaped and are naturally a dark red. Her skin, which she prides herself on, along with her hair, and eyes, and everything else she sees in the mirror, is flawless. It is not the color of the dead, but rather a light tan. It makes her seem like she isn’t a walking corpse. She wears just a bit of blush, and of course, her signature red lipstick.

            Her body is something men seem to desire. Tall, and curved in all the right places, she has an hourglass figure. She is 6’ 0”, and 115lb. Not too skinny, and not bloated either. With her bust at a cup size C, she bulges in the right places as well. Long slender hands, with soft skin have brushed the faces of many men. As for clothes, when she is at the academy, it’s strictly business. She wears her hair in a professional bun, pinned up. Accompany her look is a cornflower blue, grey, or black suit, vest, and skirt. Black heels or blue heels are constantly at her feel. At all times, no matter what the outfit, a dark blue rose pin is on her shirt, towards her right shoulder. A sapphire pendant on a silver chain hangs from her neck, and pearl earrings are on her ears. Constantly seen with a fake smile, a sneer, or a glare on her face, Trisha has an almost permanent look of something like scorn on her face when she’s by herself. Of course, she doesn’t see it, as she thinks she’s perfect in everyway.

            Outside of teaching, she typically wears dark blue flared jeans. Either that or a black or blue skirt. Her attire usually consists of flashy clothing. A favorite of shirt of hers is a dark blue one. Its structure exposes her shoulders, but it has long sleeves that are flared out at the end. The neckline dips to form a V-shaped neck, and showing a good amount of cleavage, but not enough to be considered indecent. Her other shirts are in the same style, with variations. Leather black boots are her choice of footwear out of the academy. Out of work, her hair is usually down to her mid-back, and maybe pinned with a bobby pin or two. She prefers dark colors for clothing, though she does like sparkles on them. Often, her shirts have something like glitter or sparkles so it doesn’t look so dull.

            Any form of makeup outside of teaching is once again restricted to blush, and some lipstick. Occasionally, but not very often, she will apply eye shadow. As she is one of the top teachers at Aisha, she constantly goes out to meetings, conventions, or parties. Her choice of wardrobe then consists of dresses. Her dresses usually expose a shoulder, or shoulders, are dark blue, black, or even on very rare occasions, light blue or white. They got down to her ankles, but usually have slits in them exposing her long legs. Heels are a must for those occasions of course.
            M a i n C o l o r ;; Cornflower blue
            S e c o n d a r y C o l o r ;;Dark Orchid.
            H en s h i n ;;Rose of hatred, bloom in mankind’s heart. Rain down a storm, and put out the light. Her transformation item is none other than the blue rose pin; that looks like it’s made of ice. She unpins it, shouts these words, and her transformation begins. First, the pin grows to the size of a real rose, and it still looks like it’s made out of ice. She lifts the rose to the skies, with one hand her hip, posing as everything around her seems to darken with the shadows. It begins to rain over her, a drizzle at first, and then an outpour. During this time, Trisha’s clothes seem to fade out of sight, and her body is engulfed with a dark blue light. The rain around her and at her feet form ribbons of water, which wrap themselves upon her torso to form her sleeveless grey, skin tight body suit. The water also wraps around her face, forming a kind of Zorro mask of water.

            Now things get a little more interesting. The water at her feet pools around her, rising, rising, and then engulfs her in the shape of a rose bud. Through the transparent blue water, you can see ice forming on her body, and then crumbling to reveal her shirt first, and then her skirt. Her boots form last. Then the water rose seems to blossom, and freezes at her feet. It doesn’t stop there, the rose that Trisha was holding up has now become a long blue-white whip, and she raises it above her head. The whip whirls around her like a ribbon, and her moth wings take shape out of ice. During this time, her hair, if it isn’t already, gets put into a high whiplash pony tail, with a hair tie made out of ice. As the rain falls harder on her, the ice from her wings seems to melt off, revealing her wings to the fullest span. In a small flash of light, a dark blue headband appears around her forehead, along with a choker and the transformation is complete when she cracks her whip to the ground.
            F u k u ;; Trish’s fuku relatively simple. Her shirt is a tight-fitting shirt, enhancing her figure to give her a darker seductive look. It is dark cornflower blue, and one sleeve goes all the way down her arm ending in a flared cuff. The left hand sleeve doesn’t exist, exposing her left shoulder. The neckline from the right dips down in a curve, and in ignoring the left arm, ends under her left arm. On both of her hands are two dark orchid gloves that extend only to the palms. They have holes in them for the fingers. The gloves and shirt are made of a material that feels like leather, but is much more flexible and a lot stronger.

            Trisha’s skirt is a dark orchid, and looks like a leather skirt as well, but the material, once again is more flexible and stronger. It goes down to mid-thigh, and has slits on either side for easy movement. On her head is a cornflower blue headband across her forehead. It has black diagonal patterns on it, forming triangles as a design. On her feet are laced up dark cornflower blue knee length boots, and are made of the same material as her rest of her fuku.

            On her neck is a dark orchid choker, with a blue round cornflower blue gem in the shape of a heart that is cracked in the center. On her face is a Zorro type mask made of what would feel like water. In reality, it is water, but it’s very dark in color, like a kind of evil tainted water. It’s a dark orchid color in the light, but feels extremely cold, like it’s going to freeze any minute.
            W i n g s ;; Trisha has moth wings, hence the name Moth. In that shape, the general color is cornflower blue. However, they have a border line colored in dark orchid. In each quadrant of the wings is an oval shaped splotch of dark orchid with small shades of black in the center making her wings seem like they are looking at you. Like moth wings, they appear furry, but when in contact with them, they are made of a leathery material, the same as her fuku. They do not tear easily, are water-proof, and very lightweight. They were meant for high speed travel. Their span is ten feet wide and around ten feet in length. Though dull in color, they are excellent for blending in at night.
            W e a p o n ;; Her weapon is rather unique, but simple at the same time. It is a whip made out of water. On the end of the handle of the bridge is an ice rose, because that’s what it was originally, her henshin. The whip is made of pure water, with special properties. For example, it can expand as long as it needs to, and when it wraps around an opponent, it’s not just water. It has the fluidity of water, but is very solid, like ice at the same time. Using this, she can manipulate its shape as well. She can retract it, freeze it, and turn it into a spear or a sword. It’s very flexible, able to become much more that just a simple whip, it just depends on what mode Trisha is in.
            P o w e r S p h e r e ;; Hatred (Water)
            S e c o n d a r y S p h e r e ;; Discord
            A b i l i t i e s ;;
            Flight: With her wings, Trisha could fly at high speeds in the sky. She is built for speed and attack strength, and her wings allow her to come in quickly, deal a deadly blow, and get out of there very fast.

            Transitioning:With the ability to manipulate and shape water, she can further increase her power by freezing it into ice. She can also return it into water vapor, and vice versa, thus allowing her to manipulate all three phases of water, but it’s a lot easier to do when she doesn’t have to create water out of thin air.

            Apple of Discord: This is her trademark ability. When Trisha is in the battle area, the tension around her enemies builds, and builds, and builds. Suddenly, annoying traits seem amplified among friends. Her enemies seem to notice the bad traits in their comrades a lot more often, and they seem to argue a lot more. Jealousy of any trait is enhanced, and her opponents suddenly seem a lot more vain, priding themselves on being the best in the group. The longer she is in there, the worst in gets, until the tension is so thick, all it takes is one tiny spark to send her foes against each other. This ability exists to small amounts when she isn’t transformed, but it is far more downplayed. Due to this ability, Trisha seems to have a gift for breaking apart friends and lovers.

            Frozen Mind: A purely defensive ability, this allows Trisha to choose whether to open or close her minds to her opponents. It is very useful against mind attacks, as with this ability, she is unaffected by them, as she can chose to freeze off her mind and feelings to any one trying to take a peek. However, this ability isn’t on all the time, and when she’s off guard, she’s just a vulnerable as anyone else.

            Rain Dance: A very simple ability. Trisha raises her rose whip to the sky, a bolt of dark blue light shoots up, the skies darken, and it rains, a lot. This is meant to give her an edge in battle.

            Note: She relies on her abilities more than her attacks, because they don’t take up too much energy and power, whereas her attacks do.

            A t t a c k s ;;

            Water Sacrifice: Upon uttering these words, Trisha initiates this attack by snapping her fingers and cracking her whip to the ground once and saying "primoris". Upon the snap, ice starts forming around her opponent’s feet, firmly anchoring them to the ground. With a second snap of her fingers another crack of the whip, she utters, "secundus" and a board of ice appears behind the person, and his/her hands are then bound up by ice exposing their mid-section. On the third snap of her fingers with yet another crack of the whip she utters, "tertius", a jet of water appears before them. She then utters "nex" and gives them a wink before sending the water drill at them. In a split second, it shapes itself into a kind of drill, and comes at them swirling, at high speeds and pressure to impale the person. This ability can only be used with one person and costs a lot of energy. It’s extremely rare she’ll attempt this more than once in a battle.

            Hated Reflection: This is the least draining of her attacks, but is tricky to do. In order for this to work, she needs a water source, whether it be a puddle or a look. The person must look at the water and see their reflection for it to work as well. When that does happen, they fall into Trisha’s trap. As soon as they lock eyes on their own reflection, Trisha starts singing. It’s a low melody, haunting, yet intriguing at the same time. The enemy seems to fall into a trace, as their reflection becomes more fascinating by the minute. They are trapped within their minds, and from an outsider’s view, they are staring at the water with glazed eyes. In the affected person’s mind, though, their reflection is talking to them, spewing out all of their bad traits, diminishing their self-confidence, and making them hate themselves. Of course, the real purpose is for a distraction while Trisha’s allies ambush the person. This can only be used under specific circumstances and on only one person at a time. As soon Trisha stops singing, the spell is broken.

            Water Dragon Typhoon Drop: This attack is Trisha’s strongest, most devastating, and most draining attack. It requires so much energy that it places Trisha’s own life in danger by completely draining her, and leaving her wide open right afterwards. It is usually only performed as a last resort, a K.O. one-hundred percent sure I’m going to win motion, and only when it’s raining. If it isn’t, than it really could mean her life if she attempts this. What happens is that Trisha shouts these words out to the skies, and raises her whip above her head. Extending the whip, she twirls it around and around her head, creating a kind of vortex around her. Round and round the whip goes, collecting moisture and rain from the area. Eventually, a cyclone of water, with some ice shards in it, is twirling around Trisha. At this point, she cracks her whip to the ground, and the cyclone twists towards her enemies at breakneck speed. While it is heading towards them, it darkens, and turns into a dragon, roaring at them. It engulfs them, spinning them around and around in it’s vortex with sharp ice shards to not only disorient them, but damage them as well. The last part is the drop, as the vortex suddenly stops, and her foes fall to the ground, but while the vortex was engulfing them, sharp, long, piercing icicles had grown out of the ground. The point is impalement after that dizzying ride.

            Note: Almost all her attacks, with the exception of the second one, are strong, but they all require a lot of energy to work. Rain dance helps, but not so much that she can constantly use them. In battle, she relies on her abilities, her weapon, and her tongue much more than her attacks. She’s meant to get in there, annoy everyone, and only uses an attack if she knows she’ll win.

            T h e m e S o n g ;; “I wanna be Bad” by Willa Ford


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            >>Steel Moth of Despair



            U s e r n a m e ;; Kitareu
            C h a r a c t e r N a m e ;; Azrael Kitareu Kumata
            G e n d e r ;; Male
            A g e ;; Seventeen
            P o s i t i o n ;; Moth
            O c c u p a t i o n ;; Student
            P r e f e r e n c e ;; He can bend both ways.
            P e r s o n a l i t y ;; Misery likes company, leading misery to go out of it’s way and create a living hell for those who aren’t itself. Azrael is the perfect crumpled up picture of an a*****e that not only goes out of his way to make life a pain, but dedicates his time to it. If your bold enough to ask him why he does what he does, he’ll more then willingly reply,” You have to be cruel to be kind.” The motto has kept his self absorbed personality alive and thriving since the day he could understand it.

            He has an ice cold exterior with steel enforced walls to protect him from any cheerful invader that prances into his life. His temper is quick to catch and best be avoided when such a mood possesses him; surely no one has been able to match his forked tongue when crossed with him. Everyone below him is but a slave in his eyes, cruel ways come out in the way of words and he holds the power to put anybody down. With nerves of steel naught seem to put this angel of death in his place. He does not lower but rises in the hierarchy of hell, twisted with his ways of turning none but a glance against you. Cocky to the bone, he enjoys playing cat and mouse with the hearts of others usually doing things just to see a reaction.

            His way of speaking around the box complicates trying to poke through the cool exterior to the warm heart inside, put perhaps the reason why is he was born without a heart. He beats around the bush and evades questions he doesn’t want to answer, or answers he doesn’t want to hear. He’s secretive, and happens to lie through his teeth most of the time. In till in the end few things appear true about him. Rumor has it he has no soul, or if he did he sold it long ago to the devil to whom he does not worship. In fact the teen hold no faith in anything but himself and it is through this he has made it through life so far. With a cool almost calming voice he can sound peaceful, twisted, and if the time is right and you catch him with just the right look in his eyes…he can sound unhappy.

            You’d think just a cruel person wouldn’t be a people person, but that is far from true. Azrael enjoys company; he swarms himself in with rebellious teens who bow to him almost like a god. The adrenalin rush of thievery, defiance, or rebellion surges through his veins keeping Azrael on his feet. He always has a smile on his face whether it is a pleasured smirk or calm thin line it’s always there. His eyes betray him unfortunately, as they are the mirror into his soul they have yet to cooperate. They read every emotion that rushes through him, fear to happiness one could see it all if they new how to read it properly. You might find that in the end this unusual piece of work isn’t much different from you or I. Unfortunately he took the wrong turn when deciding what forest path looked better. The dead one or the thriving one. Beware those who try to enter the fallen angel of deaths mind, for his name of Azrael will never betray him.
            A p p e a r a n c e ;; Look|Closer|At|Me|

            Copper brown eyes set in healthy pale skin, are accented by long black shaggy hair. It’s layered to many lengths the shortest strand touching his nose the longest the nape of his neck. The bangs are everywhere, long short hanging in his eye of rimming the side of his face. At the back his hair is layered from very short to long the longest pieces usually left loose, though if he’s doing something active he will tie it up to a mini pony. His pale lips are accented not by one but two lip piercings one snake bite on the left, and a beaded rod, though only one circular bead is viewable just below the lip. His eyes are usually rimmed with dark kohl black eyeliner only adding effect to the copper orbs. His ears are pierced six times on each ear going up his lobe silver or black loops and studs are all he wears.

            Azrael is 6’1 weighing in at a light 159lbs though he is not unhealthy a high metabolism disallows him of gaining much more weight. He is mostly muscle, though its hidden well enough he doesn’t appear grotesque like a body builder. His clothing choice is odd and has fallen into the category of punk. Depending on his mood he could simply wear a pear of dark washed jeans with a black long sleeved shirt with a white one on top. He finds that accessories make the outfit, and chained necklaces always hang around his neck, and spiked leather bracelets around his wrists. Not to fond of being cold, he always has a jacket on even if it’s a light zipper hoodie he finds it better then nothing. His shoes are usually steel toed leather boots, or black and red running shoes. Both are tight and light enough for quick movements and swift kicks.
            M a i n C o l o r ;; Dark Steel
            S e c o n d a r y C o l o r ;; Slate Gray
            H en s h i n ;; Azrael triggers his henshin with a silver chain necklace, a small black opal is encased at the tip of a silver wing that hangs off of it. As he utters the words, ‘Flesh to ash, bones to dust. Let sand pull back to wretched teeth and let the heavens rain dry. Fill thy heart with scorn, o genius of dust. Let thy touch wash over my sins, I submit.’ The chain wraps around his right arm in till it can’t go no further and sinks deep into his flesh revealing a black tattoo of the once chain. Steel pillars rise up from the ground around him, equaling four in total. A fog encases Azrael within the pillars boundaries. Black wings burst from his body the mists wrapping around him as the pillars crash on top of his body.

            Upon contact with him, the pillars twist into pools of metal, his body sinks in, consumed by the liquid. Seconds later his body immerges covered with the liquid that hardens like a shell, it cracks and shatters into deadly shards revealing his moth form garb.
            F u k u ;; Azrael’s chest is left bare besides a short black vest that hangs off his shoulders. Instead of a zipper to do up the vest, a metal plate with a black opal incased in the center connects the garment. Silver detailing rims the edges of the vest, metal thread criss crossing down the center .Connected to the vest is black mesh that pressed tightly against every nook and cranny on his body. His hands have platted metal gauntlets, made very flexible, that are connected to a metal cuff that wraps around his arm from wrist to elbow. Under the gauntlet is a black leather glove to protect the skin underneath. Around his waist is a scarlet sash detailed with black and silver thread, this holds up the cotton pants that are tucked into steel plated knee guards. These guards are then attached to a steel platted boots. On his right arm still remains the tattoo resembling the chain. A black studded collar wraps tightly around his throat, separate chains hanging from it. His hair seems to grow slightly as it now reaches mid back, and is tied black with a circular metal band that can tightened when pressed.
            W i n g s ;; Mostly silver wings with a darker gray patterned border. The wings themselves are large in size, they do not however have separate parts put are completely connected. The ends are detailed with a fray giving them the effect of tattered and worn. Under bright light they appear almost see through, the light shining past giving the appearance of holes.
            W e a p o n ;; [x]
            The exotic Sai, he can traditionally use three but prefers two. Completely made out of a durable metal white cloth is rapped around the hilt and very bottom of the blades to insure comfortable use. They remain free with out sheaths, and hangs around a strip of black fabric. They are tied securely to it so they do not fall off, but are loose enough to be quickly pulled out, or put back. This strip of cloth hangs around his waist.
            P o w e r S p h e r e ;; Despair. [S T E E L]
            S e c o n d a r y S p h e r e ;; Delude
            A b i l i t i e s ;; Flight- The wings on his back enable him for flight. Built for speed, agility, and slyness he can pass through mostly any object you can throw at him. They are quick, quite and deadly, letting him sneak up on his enemy.

            Deceivers Touch- With nothing but words Azrael can put a perfectly happy couple at each others throats, best friends could become enemies, and trust a word of myth. He can twist fears, things ones said, and trust into a morbid version of what ‘he’ sees. Distorting truth and saying what he believes true, can appear true. He can change opinions and make people see things through his eyes, as if they have no choice but to follow.
            A t t a c k s ;;

            Tempest-
            This attack is good for grouped together enemies, a knock down attack that leaves the enemy dazed. He takes the steel from the earth, and objects around and forms it into large walls each trapping the enemy. Inside the walls slowly liquefy into snake like creatures that wrap around the feet of the attacked. It hardens and breaks with a force that sends one to there feet, all the while the steel appears to scream a horrendous note.

            Shatter Glass- Though the name is good it is misleading; there is in fact shattering, but steel works in his favor not glass. From the minerals in the ground he can compose small hardened orbs of steel in which he can shape into shards. Depending on the source, they can range from deadly slivers to large spikes. A projectile attack he mostly uses this while in the air, it’s his most common form of attack.

            Look of Despair- Ever been given the look of despair? That shatters all hope, and though of accomplished dreams, what if one was to see it on themselves? A broken mirror of liquid appears before said person, they can see themselves in it, depending on the mentality of the person they will see themselves with a look of despair so crushing it hurts. If they fall victim to it, the mirror slowly drips to the ground and form the identical figure of that person. It comes at them with all the strength they wish to possess, few things can destroy it, one of them being the realization that despair is not always there.

            Graveyard of Delusion: Ability to send one to there own mind of grave yard thoughts. Come face to face with all your mistakes and fears that appear in the shape of metallic beasts. In the end, all is a figment of ones imagination that becomes a bit to real.

            T h e m e S o n g ;; Hands Around my throat.
            Dark Wings


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