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Jour de formation zéro BRRRzzzzTTT "Bonjour Spartan, êtes-vous prêt pour votre grande journée? Votre mission ce matin est de faire vos exercices quotidiens et de vous présenter au mess au plus tard 8 cents heures. Bonne chance aujourd'hui." "Votre bienveillance matinale a été reconnue et réciproque. Merci, Ava," Ethan a répondu à l'IA de façon concise, comme d'habitude. Ethan se leva du lit, prenant une pause de cinq secondes qu'il avait effectivement enregistré à son horaire; le même horaire qui était prévu pour presque chaque seconde du jour où il passait conscient. Ethan regarda brièvement la tâche suivante sur son emploi du temps, bien qu'il l'ait déjà mémorisé. Après qu'Ethan passa une petite durée de temps consacrée à faire son lit, il marcha à l'endroit désigné suivant sur l'horaire pour faire ses exercices du matin. Les exercices quotidiens d'Ethan composés d'une collection d'exercices différents, mais standard, au moins par des standards spartan. À la fin des différents exercices, Ethan respirait plus lourd qu'auparavant, mais son sang-froid n'a pas changé avant l'effort physique. Tout comme les attentes et les intentions d'Ethan, aujourd'hui, sa position au sein du conseil d'administration avait été affichée dans les années trente. Il avait calculé que, à son augmentation actuelle de la force et d'autres valeurs physiques diverses, il arriverait à la vingt-cinquième position en exactement un an, sept mois, deux semaines et trois jours. C'était satisfaisant et conforme aux normes d'Ethan, donc, il s'est déplacé vers la destination suivante, il a été chargé d'assister: le mess. Ethan s'est mis à entrer dans le mess. Sans même reconnaître qu'il était au courant de la présence des autres Spartans, jeta un coup d'œil à l'ordre des chaises pour trouver la destination de sa propre chaise. Après avoir créé et navigué un chemin à travers la foule de Spartans pour se rendre à son propre siège, Ethan s'assit. Ethan a laissé ses pensées errer dans divers problèmes possibles qu'il pourrait finir par affronter dans les missions futures, et comment il pourrait les résoudre. Cependant, une fois que les haut-parleurs se sont allumés, Ethan a accordé toute son attention à toutes les autres annonces. Il a fallu quelques heures à Ethan assis à l'arrêt, mais il a marché à un rythme correct à sa position quand son nom a été appelé, « Spartan #643. » Ethan est arrivé à la scène assez rapidement, et s'est tenu près de l'homme qui triait les équipes. Lorsqu'il y est arrivé, on lui a dit sa position au sein de l'équipe : « Vous remplirez le rôle de tactique. » -- Oui, monsieur. Ethan se tenait à l'endroit indiqué qui avait été marqué pour le Spartan tactique. Ethan était satisfait d'être le membre tactique, et s'attendait même à ce qu'il soit placé seul.

Atticus Szabo gender: Male Age: 17 Serial #: 179 Out of armor Specialty: Captain Personality: Precision and speed. In everything. Literally everything. Even talking. But especially thinking. Thats why he is leader. His squad is going to learn quick how to listen to him so that they dont miss anything. Nevertheless he is committed to whatever task he puts his mind too, and it always gets done the fastest and cleanest. Weapon of choice: DMR - Designated Marksman's Rifle

Ethan avait suivi son nouveau chef dans la salle de débriefing, gardant le même rythme que son nouveau capitaine. Lorsque l'équipe est entrée dans la pièce, Ethan a simplement déplacé une chaise pour faire face à Atticus et s'est assis. Ethan a écouté attentivement son discours, prenant mentalement des notes de tout au cas où cela pourrait être nécessaire dans une situation future. Après s'être assuré qu'il avait une compréhension absolue de tout ce qui parlait, et même mémorisé, Ethan a parlé, « Votre ordre a été compris, reconnu, et noté pour référence future, » Ethan a parlé de façon monotone. Ethan a pris un moment pour observer le reste de l'équipe, et il était satisfait des plans et stratégies possibles qui pourraient être mis en œuvre si elles en avaient besoin. Ethan avait déjà décidé d'envisager mentalement des scénarios dans lesquels l'équipe pourrait faire face, et comment contrer toute menace pendant qu'il les écoutait. Il n'y a pas de logique, il avait déjà découvert il y a longtemps, à rester mentalement inactif quand il y a des occasions de tester ses capacités mentales. Ethan attendait également un autre discours de ses nouveaux coéquipiers, décidant de mémoriser ce qu'ils disent pour de plus amples informations qui pourraient être utilisées.

Name: Ethan Warren gender: Male Age: 18 Serial #:643 Appearance: Under the armor, Ethan is a pale guy, with blue eyes and black hair. Ethan's armor, as though it is as pale as he is himself, is a light gray. The armor has a red stripe that starts at the chin of the helmet and moves up until it meets the pale green visor. The visor itself is more reflective than most armor, along with a hexagonal pattern on it. This is intended to allow the user to see through walls and other such abilities a tactical spartan should have. After the Stripe meets the visor, it splits into two lines that follow the visor to each side. Once the stripe reaches the ends of the visor, the go straight up once again, to the back of the helmet. Besides that stripe, the rest of the armor is simply gray with red trimmings. Specialty: Tactical Personality: Ethan is a very logical person. He approaches every situation, whether it is social, militaristic, or personal, with the ideal of solving it in a reasonable and intelligent way. He does not often talk to people, but he will have no qualms answering questions or responding to someone. Aside from that, Ethan most often plays chess, reads, or makes plans for battle. Weapon of choice: Ethan uses a battle rifle as his main weapon, preferring to be in places he know that an enemy will be in soon to shoot them. He knows where the enemies are due to his ability to see through walls, and he keeps an eye on everything and everyone in battle to easily make strategies.

A. Finch Atari a reconnu les commandements d'Atticus avec un clin d'œil curt avant de continuer à examiner les autres Spartiates qui avaient parlé avant elle. Même assis sur Spartan 643, Ethan, se distingua. Son discours était monotone et sa peau pâle semblait presque refléter la lumière de la salle de débriefing. On lui avait assigné le rôle de Tacticien, et il était facile de dire pourquoi. Atari avait toujours vu les parties tactiques de la bataille comme drab, mais la réponse méthodique de 643 au capitaine lui a indiqué qu'il pourrait en fait profiter des parties méticuleuses et mieux calculées de la vie. En substance, Tactician semblait dans sa ruelle. Le spécialiste des armes était Spartan 561, il avait semblé incroyablement impatient d'obtenir sa position lorsque l'équipe avait été mise en place. Il n'a pas l'air beaucoup; ses cheveux recadrés et la construction musculaire était générique pour un Spartan. Oubliable, presque. Les yeux d'Atari se faufilèrent sur lui sans un second regard. Cela a ramené son regard critique à l'avant de la pièce. Atticus, Spartan 179, avait parlé en premier. Il avait été appelé au front du mess avant que le reste de l'équipe Ses compétences et son grade lui avaient valu le poste de capitaine, mais cela signifiait peu pour Atari. Elle mettait l'accent sur l'achèvement des missions qu'on lui assignerait et, bien que le capitaine ait clairement indiqué qu'il ne tolérerait pas les loups seuls, la notion de travailler avec les autres n'était pas quelque chose à laquelle elle s'adapterait avec beaucoup de facilité. Ses compétences lui permettraient de protéger son équipe de loin, mais cela signifie aussi qu'elle ne serait pas obligée de travailler de près avec eux à de nombreuses occasions. Atari a croisé ses bras sur sa poitrine et s'est détendue contre le mur, ses yeux regardaient le plafond, un comportement presque grossier ou irrespectueux, mais aussi un comportement d'ennui. Elle était impatiente de sortir et de prouver ses compétences de tireur d'élite, même si elle devait travailler avec d'autres personnes pour le faire. Sa taille courte a rendu le petit Spartan beaucoup moins intimidant, mais a aussi travaillé à son avantage en ce que le facteur de choc était beaucoup plus grand quand les gens ont compris qu'elle pouvait se débrouiller. Son petit cadre était capable d'empaqueter un sacré coup de poing, et depuis le jour où son instructeur avait mis un fusil de sniper dans ses mains avides, elle n'avait manqué qu'une poignée de coups de feu. Son rôle de tireur d'élite a été cimenté depuis ce jour-là, et l'idée d'utiliser ses compétences était passionnante. Un souffle apaisant a échappé à ses lèvres alors qu'elle ouvrit les yeux une fois de plus, attendant d'autres instructions du capitaine de l'escouade.

Name Atari Elena Finch Gender Female Age 17 years Serial Number #907 Appearance ARMOR -ODST Armor, Sharpshooter BDU Variant (no right shoulder pauldron for ease of movement when shooting, larger left shoulder pauldron for enhanced protection while shooting) -Dark gray titanium plating over black Kevlar suit -Dark gray titanium helmet, faceplate is silver when polarized -O/i (Ocular integration) optic interface to smart-stream SRS99C scope to faceplate -HUD equipped with night vision and enhanced thermal scanning technology, allowing for the wearer to see targets at longer range than traditional thermal scans -Suit’s titanium plating is matte to decrease visibility of the wearer by limiting the reflective surfaces to only the faceplate, and is enhanced with high-tech cloaking technology, allowing near invisibility while remaining stationary -Armored rucksack holding a grappling hook attached to a long braided rope which is designed to be fired by the sniper rifle PHYSICAL APPEARANCE -5’9” -Dark brown hair, almost black, cut shoulder length but usually tied back -Thin face with high cheekbones framing a narrow nose and large doe-like gray eyes -Muscular build, with long arms and legs Specialty Stalker -Specializing in the use of cloaking and thermal technology, accompanied by a sniper rifle, to eliminate enemies at long range Personality -Sarcastic -Withdrawn -Adaptable -Judgmental -Observant -Competitive Main Weapon SRS99C -Sniper Rifle equipped with a night vision scope which can connect to the HUD via smart-stream technology, and a silencer to eliminate excess noise

Une fois que les escadrons ont été formés, tout le monde a été congédié. Cynthia a suivi son nouvel escadron dans une pièce pour écouter le chef de l'escadron, Atticus. Elle a écouté son discours et a pris tout à cœur, plus de freelancing, plus d'antiques solitaires, tout le monde ici faisait partie d'une équipe maintenant. "Loud et clair, capitaine." Cynthia a assuré le capitaine qu'elle comprenait parfaitement, bien qu'il fût difficile de dire que les autres savaient, ce qui avec quelques-uns préférant laisser les actions parler plus fort. Il y avait une chose que Cynthia voulait traverser. "Pardonne toute interruption, mais je préfère un meilleur terme que "Brute" plus mon rôle dans cette équipe. Je peux parfaitement m'adapter au rôle, mais je suis un peu mal à l'aise d'être appelé une Brute... seule la brute que je connais est une chose sauvage extraterrestre gorille." On ne savait pas si quelqu'un se conformerait à sa demande, mais Cynthia trouvait honnêtement bizarre que son rôle dans l'équipe ait le même nom que celui d'une des espèces du Pacte.

Name: Cynthia Gender: Female Age: 17 Serial #: 497 Appearance: Outside her armor, Cynthia would've already had been tall and built if she were a normal human, but thanks to augmentation she has a very bulky build and stands at about 7'5". Her short, black hair has a beautiful sheen to it and the purple highlights at the tip of her hair gives her a flashy look. Her eyes were a deep hazel before augmentation and now have become a pale, golden color. Specialty: Brute Personality: Despite her daunting and menacing appearance, Cynthia really has a kind and caring personality, a little too caring for some. In training, anybody she took down would immediately hear the word "Sorry" come from her mouth and this would carry on into actually combat, despite being well aware that she is incapacitating or killing someone she would always say sorry. Its not like she doesn't know her own strength, rather she is a little against violence and would much rather see a peaceful solution or, when peace isn't an option, a solution that won't get her squad mates killed. Weapon of Choice: Gravity Hammer or bare handed if need be

Une fois les équipes réunies, elles ont été renvoyées dans leur salle de débriefing. Solton s'en est suivi alors que l'escouade traînait derrière le capitaine Szabo. En essayant de garder ses mauvais reflets de l'arrière de sa tête, il regarda l'autre harceleur de l'escouade. Elle était petite, presque écraseable, mais il savait que quelque chose de plus était caché derrière le regard fragile. Il étudiait d'éventuels harceleurs sur le tableau de bord depuis un certain temps. Son score d'entrainement était presque parfait. L'équipe a commencé à verser dans la salle de débriefing après le capitaine Szabo. Solton a pris la chaise centrale, l'a tournée autour d'un étranglé en un seul mouvement. Il est fou de s'asseoir à l'intérieur de la ligne de vue "Captain's" afin de ne pas sembler vaincu par l'affichage de la domination plus tôt sur la scène. Alors que le "Capitaine" a commencé sa pêche, Solton s'est concentré avec insistance. Je cherche un seul slip dans son comportement. "...tout comportement de loup solitaire ne sera pas toléré. C'est clair? Quand Solton a entendu ça, il savait que ça devait être une fouille contre les harceleurs. Très probablement lui spécifiquement, considérant qu'il a rendu évident son dégoût dès le début. Solton a sucé ses dents, "...nous allons travailler comme un seul, un seul esprit, beaucoup de corps..." Solton a dû admettre, il n'y avait pas eu de carquois dans son discours. Ça l'a fait hocher la tête inconsciemment. Est-ce que je suis d'accord avec ce bâtard? Soltons sillonné comme le capitaine a demandé l'accusé de réception. Ethan, le tacticien trop analytique a parlé d'abord. Solton n'avait pas de problèmes avec un esprit fort. C'est ce qui rend son travail facile. Il ne comprenait pas comment il pouvait faire une différence physiquement. Matthew, le gamin des armes spéciales, était le suivant. Solton avait pensé à tester la conduite de cet ensemble de compétences, mais d'un point de vue différent. S'il a une chance, il devra lui parler pour un arsenal d'armes artisanales. Sinon, il a un poids mort pour Solton à cause de tout le bruit qu'il ferait. Atari a reconnu le discours. Elle regardait les deux avant elle et le capitaine comme s'il analysait tout comme il était elle. Il pouvait voir qu'elle était prête à aller de l'avant. Il a remarqué comment elle s'appuyait contre le mur, l'anxiété et l'ennui se construisant derrière ses bras repliés. En brisant son étude d'Atari, Solton a dit : « Je vous entends, ne nous conduisez pas à notre mort. » Il déchira son regard et regarda directement Szabo. « Je suis de vrais leaders, qui ont assez de sens pour utiliser les outils dont il dispose pour résoudre n'importe quel problème. Êtes - vous capable? " La voix de Solton s'est abaissée à un grondement profond mais respectueux alors que son sourcil se levait. Il voulait vraiment que Szabo perde son sang-froid. Aucun capitaine ne pouvait accepter le titre si ses émotions n'étaient pas sous contrôle.

Name: S. Solton gender: Male Age: 16 Serial #: 333 Appearance: Check it out ----> Specialty: Stalker (Death in Silence) Personality: A solo operator, he hates when people are slow to act. This doesn't stop him from working well in a group as long as he has his own set of tasks to achieve. He has an inherent need to kill and swiftly. Although this blood lust could cause him issues in the field if not controlled. Serious, but still approachable. Frank and antagonizing. Weapon of choice: Energy Blade (calibrated into hunters blade) or Static Magnum (silenced) depends on blood lust factor

En regardant autour de la pièce le groupe de personnes qu'il surnommait déjà mentalement, il pouvait sentir une dynamique de groupe intense. Stiff n'a jamais semblé prononcer autre chose alors calculé l'ennui et a parlé comme s'il était un cadavre. Ordie a dit et fait très peu pour justifier un surnom, alors il a juste utilisé un indice d'étiquette pour déterminer qu'il était un expert en explosifs. 'Shorty' était une tête plus courte que les autres Spartans, mais à peine à la poitrine de Daniels, ce qui lui a permis de gagner facilement son titre. Étant donné son nom, il a aussi pensé à l'appeler « petit oiseau », il pourrait toujours les utiliser de façon interchangeable. Il pouvait sentir une attitude aussi intense que son regard sur le mur, et sans doute aussi ses talents de tir. 'Flex' semblait s'inquiéter de sa désignation comme Brute alors il lui a fait une faveur en lui nommant quelque chose de moins brut. Bien qu'il ne le dise pas tout à l'heure, il semblait qu'elle pouvait s'écraser la tête simplement en fléchissant. « Je suis de vrais leaders, qui ont assez de sens pour utiliser les outils dont il dispose pour résoudre n'importe quel problème. Êtes-vous capable?" Jusqu'à ce moment, Daniel faisait à peine attention au capitaine. Il ferait son travail tout comme il était censé le faire sans avoir besoin d'un discours exagérément exagéré. Il bâille mentalement sur tout jusqu'à ce que cette ligne intéressante attire son attention. 'Ohhh, quelqu'un qui ne traite pas bien avec le statu quo!' Il pensait à lui-même. Amuse-toi bien avec ça. En s'approchant du Solton assis par derrière, il se branla et mit les mains sur les deux épaules. Le surnom parfait lui est apparu. "Ne vous inquiétez pas petit 'Wolfy', si vous avez besoin de moi pour vous protéger de la grande et effrayante Alliance, faites-le moi savoir. J'ai ton pote derrière. En fait, avec moi ici, tu n'auras jamais à voir un de ces grunts grossiers pour même avoir peur. » En renversant encore plus le concept de Grunts possédant un semblant de terreur pour un Spartan, il regarda le capitaine Szabo et lui donna un pouce vers le haut. "Ne vous inquiétez pas 'Cap', je vais guider est la bonne direction!" Un grand sourire a rempli son visage montrant peu d'inquiétude pour les conflits d'équipe imminents.

Name: Daniel "Legs" Legend Gender: Male Age: 18 Serial #: 259 Appearance: A typical USNS Spartan, he stands at about eight feet tall, but compared to the rest of the Spartans, he is on the leaner side from all the running he does. When he takes off his helmet he has very short hair, almost the the point you can't tell what color it is, its brown if you wanted to know, He is cauasian with blue eyes and a grin that seems to be ever present. Specialty: Ranger/Pathfinder(Scout), no one can run faster or longer then Daniel. Hence the reason he was nicknamed "Legs" by some of the other Spartans. He is highly skilled at scouting and information gathering. He is actually a skilled pathfinder, but it tends to get overshadowed by his skill as a Ranger. Personality: Being the essential scout of the team, he is often in dangerous situations alone and has to be able to think and move of his own accord. He is forced to rely on himself in a majority of situations and as such, he prefers to keep out of fire fights where he is alone. He is very talkative and like to crack the occasional joke over comms to lighten the tension of a situation. He is the front man of the team and as in a sense responsible for their safety as much as he has to rely on them for is own making him a reliable teammate underneath all the wisecracks. Weapon of choice: Silenced SMG Silenced DMR Combat Knife Flashbangs

Szabo a lu les visages de tout le monde pendant qu'il parlait, Il a donné un clin d'œil curt aux premiers qui ont répondu respectueusement puis tourné son attention sur les jambes et Solton. Il savait qu'il allait avoir des problèmes avec les jambes, Il se souciait trop peu de la Hiérarchie qu'il fallait suivre pour que tout se passe bien. Ensuite, il y avait Solton, le plus certainement tiré vers le haut à propos d'être surclassé sur les classements. Atticus se tourna vers eux deux, "Legs, Can it. J'ai vu vos scores, ne soyez pas si arrogants. Quant à vous 333, je ne comprends pas pourquoi vous vous interrogez si je suis le meilleur dans ce que je fais? Je veux dire, je vois votre nom sous le mien sur les classements, n'est-ce pas?" Il répondit avec une amertume incommensurable pour contrer son extrême défiance et son scepticisme. "Maintenant que nous avons obtenu ces problèmes hors de la façon dont j'ai téléchargé toutes vos étiquettes à vos HUDs. Quant à vous Cyn, ne vous inquiétez pas du titre "brute", aucun d'entre nous ne vous appellera comme ça, où avez-vous été si sensible de toute façon? Je pensais qu'ils l'auraient fait pour toi maintenant. Je suppose que j'ai du travail à faire" Il a dit comme il soupirait et s'est détourné du groupe en regardant sa fiche de données sur son avant-bras. Le mouvement lui a pris l'œil quand la porte s'est ouverte et quelqu'un est entré. "Officier sur le pont!" Il a dit qu'il avait glissé les jambes ensemble, enfermé son dos droit, et formé un Salut croustillant.

Atticus Szabo gender: Male Age: 17 Serial #: 179 Out of armor Specialty: Captain Personality: Precision and speed. In everything. Literally everything. Even talking. But especially thinking. Thats why he is leader. His squad is going to learn quick how to listen to him so that they dont miss anything. Nevertheless he is committed to whatever task he puts his mind too, and it always gets done the fastest and cleanest. Weapon of choice: DMR - Designated Marksman's Rifle

Au cours de tous les arguments, Ethan a gardé mentalement la trace de tout ce qui a été dit afin d'identifier les principaux problèmes qui devaient être résolus. Ethan était en train de créer rapidement des scénarios où ceux-ci pourraient se mettre en travers du chemin. Lorsque Ethan a terminé la majorité des résultats probables et des événements, il a conclu que la probabilité d'échec en raison de conflits était trop élevée; la valeur en pourcentage était de 28 %. Ethan pensait mentalement : « D'autres observations sur les décisions et les personnalités conscientes de mes coéquipiers seront nécessaires pour que l'équipe dans son ensemble devienne efficace. » L'annonce des étiquettes de l'équipe par Atticus a été notée. Il devrait se pencher sur cette question plus tard, afin de pouvoir réagir efficacement lorsque les étiquettes sont utilisées. Quand le capitaine les a avertis de l'officier, Ethan a à peine dû faire quoi que ce soit. Il était déjà debout dans la posture qu'Atticus utilisait, donc tout ce qu'Ethan avait à faire était de lever son bras pour un salut.

Name: S. Solton gender: Male Age: 16 Serial #: 333 Appearance: Check it out ----> Specialty: Stalker (Death in Silence) Personality: A solo operator, he hates when people are slow to act. This doesn't stop him from working well in a group as long as he has his own set of tasks to achieve. He has an inherent need to kill and swiftly. Although this blood lust could cause him issues in the field if not controlled. Serious, but still approachable. Frank and antagonizing. Weapon of choice: Energy Blade (calibrated into hunters blade) or Static Magnum (silenced) depends on blood lust factor

A. Finch La scène qui jouait entre Legs, Solton et Szabo était presque risible, mais Atari tenait sa langue, sachant que tout ce qu'elle faisait serait probablement retenu contre elle. Pourtant, elle s'est évanouie quand le capitaine a déchiré les deux garçons, ce qui les a complètement enfermés. Solton était resté tranquille à la fois quand Leg lui a fait une fouille, et quand Szabo l'a réprimandé, et elle n'était pas sûre qu'elle pouvait garder son sang-froid si des paroles semblables venaient à son chemin. Elle a attiré ses yeux à travers la pièce tandis que Szabo est passée de la prise en charge de l'explosion à s'adresser à la brute ; étudier tout le monde pendant qu'elle tapotait le bout des doigts sur son bras. Il était déjà évident que cette équipe allait avoir de sérieux problèmes s'ils ne pouvaient pas se mettre d'accord. Bien sûr sur le terrain, ils seraient probablement en mesure de prendre soin des affaires sans trop de problème, mais de retour sur la base serait une autre histoire. Entre l'attitude salée de Solton, l'émotion excessive de Cynthia, les explosions de Leg, et son désir accablant de rester aussi loin que possible du reste de l'équipe, il n'y avait pas de doute dans son esprit que c'était un désastre qui attendait juste d'arriver. Quand Solton s'est levé de sa chaise au centre de la pièce et s'est déplacé au mur, elle s'est moquée. Ses yeux flambaient et elle devinait que derrière son silence masque il était absolument furieux. Il était impressionnant pour elle qu'il puisse maintenir son sang-froid, car on pouvait rarement en dire autant d'elle-même, ce qui était l'une des raisons pour lesquelles elle détestait travailler avec d'autres personnes. Elle a essayé d'attraper son regard de l'autre côté de la pièce mais a été interrompue quand elle a entendu Szabo appeler, "Officier sur le pont!" Bien qu'elle fût presque assez petite pour être complètement ignorée quand l'officier est entré dans la pièce, elle s'est tournée et s'est tenue à l'attention. Ses yeux gris étaient verrouillés sur la porte, et elle se tenait en haut - ou plutôt aussi haut que quelqu'un pouvait - en attendant des instructions de l'entité supérieure entrant dans la salle de débriefing.

Name Atari Elena Finch Gender Female Age 17 years Serial Number #907 Appearance ARMOR -ODST Armor, Sharpshooter BDU Variant (no right shoulder pauldron for ease of movement when shooting, larger left shoulder pauldron for enhanced protection while shooting) -Dark gray titanium plating over black Kevlar suit -Dark gray titanium helmet, faceplate is silver when polarized -O/i (Ocular integration) optic interface to smart-stream SRS99C scope to faceplate -HUD equipped with night vision and enhanced thermal scanning technology, allowing for the wearer to see targets at longer range than traditional thermal scans -Suit’s titanium plating is matte to decrease visibility of the wearer by limiting the reflective surfaces to only the faceplate, and is enhanced with high-tech cloaking technology, allowing near invisibility while remaining stationary -Armored rucksack holding a grappling hook attached to a long braided rope which is designed to be fired by the sniper rifle PHYSICAL APPEARANCE -5’9” -Dark brown hair, almost black, cut shoulder length but usually tied back -Thin face with high cheekbones framing a narrow nose and large doe-like gray eyes -Muscular build, with long arms and legs Specialty Stalker -Specializing in the use of cloaking and thermal technology, accompanied by a sniper rifle, to eliminate enemies at long range Personality -Sarcastic -Withdrawn -Adaptable -Judgmental -Observant -Competitive Main Weapon SRS99C -Sniper Rifle equipped with a night vision scope which can connect to the HUD via smart-stream technology, and a silencer to eliminate excess noise

Se fixer dans ses propres yeux l'avait toujours aidé à se calmer après s'être réveillé des cauchemars. Un autre jour encore, un autre groupe d'hommes et de femmes qui seraient jetés dans le broyeur de viande. Alors qu'il regardait à l'insigne sur sa veste, il se demandait pourquoi il l'avait mérité alors que tant de gens étaient morts en chemin. Après un autre moment de réflexion tranquille, il enfila sa veste et lava le sommeil de son visage. Avant de quitter ses quartiers, il s'est attaché sur sa ceinture et sur l'étui de la jambe goutte dans lequel il a glissé son pistolet M6A. Il se tenait face au miroir pour redresser son uniforme une dernière fois avant de sortir dans le couloir. "Officier sur le pont!" Alors qu'il franchissait le seuil et entra dans la salle d'information, il jeta un bref coup d'œil sur chacun des hommes et des femmes qui se trouvaient devant lui. Ce sont des enfants, pas une surprise vu leur statut de Spartans. Ils n'avaient pas encore connu la peur et le désespoir de combattre l'Alliance et il ne pouvait que faire de son mieux pour leur donner les meilleures chances de survie qu'il pouvait. Alors qu'il atteignait l'avant de la pièce, il tapotait l'écran sur le podium et apportait une carte à l'écran. "À l'aise. Prenez place et nous commencerons le briefing." "Je suis le contre-amiral Marshall de la marine du Commandement spatial des Nations Unies. Bien que je commande cette division, je vais laisser sur le terrain et les décisions de déploiement à votre capitaine. Désobéir à un ordre direct de lui est le même que désobéir à un ordre direct de moi. Maintenant, allons-y avec le briefing. La force ennemie pour cet exercice avec une escouade de Marines soutenue par un nombre inconnu de recrues de Marine. Ils protégeront un drapeau sur cette île et votre travail, c'est de le récupérer. Il s'agit d'un test de vos compétences en équipe, si vous avez des illusions que vous serez en mesure de gérer cela par vous-même, vous vous trompez." Pendant qu'il parlait, il regardait autour de la pièce et faisait le contact visuel le plus possible. Il a fait quelques pas mais s'est arrêté derrière le podium à la fin de son discours et s'est arrêté avant de poser des questions.

Admiral Nickolas MarshallGender / AgeMale / 28Appearance:Wearing the uniform shown at the top, Marshall has a clean cut appearance like most UNSC officers with the exception of his low cut beard he wears.Specialty:Master TacticianPersonality:As with many Naval Officers who have fought the Covenant, Marshall exudes a kind of infallible determination and simultaneously mixed with loss.Weapon of choice:M7S Submachine GunHistory:Rear Admiral Marshall was once in command of a stealth battlegroup fighting an information war in Covenant controlled space. After the eventual dissolution of the battlegroup, he was given command of the most advanced ship in the battlegroup and given new orders. The rest is classified.

Cynthia n'a vraiment pas eu de commentaire sur la prétention du capitaine d'être sensible, était-ce mal qu'elle soit un peu plus douce que les autres? Peut-être... certainement... qui était-elle en train de plaisanter, il y avait une raison pour laquelle tout le monde l'appelait un gentil géant. Elle a un peu parlé avec les autres, elle a essayé de penser à des façons de changer l'opinion de chacun d'elle. Peut-être plus dur? Cynthia était une panse, elle n'avait pas peur de l'admettre. Mais ça ne l'empêcherait pas d'être un bon soldat. Au moment où l'officier est arrivé, Cynthia a pris un peu de panique et s'est brouillée de son siège et a salué l'officier. "À l'aise. Prenez place et nous commencerons le briefing." "Je suis le contre-amiral Marshall de la marine du Commandement spatial des Nations Unies. Bien que je commande cette division, je vais laisser sur le terrain et les décisions de déploiement à votre capitaine. Désobéir à un ordre direct de lui est le même que désobéir à un ordre direct de moi. Maintenant, allons-y avec le briefing. La force ennemie pour cet exercice avec une escouade de Marines soutenue par un nombre inconnu de recrues de Marine. Ils protégeront un drapeau sur cette île et votre travail, c'est de le récupérer. Il s'agit d'un test de vos compétences en équipe, si vous avez des illusions que vous serez en mesure de gérer cela par vous-même, vous vous trompez." Cynthia a écouté attentivement l'amiral, pas besoin de lui dire deux fois, elle savait très bien qu'il y a de la force en nombre et de rester avec votre équipe. Pas de questions d'elle.

Name: Cynthia Gender: Female Age: 17 Serial #: 497 Appearance: Outside her armor, Cynthia would've already had been tall and built if she were a normal human, but thanks to augmentation she has a very bulky build and stands at about 7'5". Her short, black hair has a beautiful sheen to it and the purple highlights at the tip of her hair gives her a flashy look. Her eyes were a deep hazel before augmentation and now have become a pale, golden color. Specialty: Brute Personality: Despite her daunting and menacing appearance, Cynthia really has a kind and caring personality, a little too caring for some. In training, anybody she took down would immediately hear the word "Sorry" come from her mouth and this would carry on into actually combat, despite being well aware that she is incapacitating or killing someone she would always say sorry. Its not like she doesn't know her own strength, rather she is a little against violence and would much rather see a peaceful solution or, when peace isn't an option, a solution that won't get her squad mates killed. Weapon of Choice: Gravity Hammer or bare handed if need be

Dès que l'amiral les a renvoyés pour calmer, il s'est emparé d'un siège et s'est tourné vers l'avant pour écouter le débriefing. À son grand plaisir, il a renforcé le commandement de l'équipe d'Atticus, qui a également mis beaucoup de pression sur lui pour faire le travail. C'était un soulagement et une déception qu'ils allaient affronter les marines, contrairement aux robots de combat habituels et à leur programmation. Szabo a également aimé l'ajout à la fin, 'Si vous tenez des illusions que vous serez en mesure de gérer cela sur votre propre, vous vous trompez.' Il a hurlé quand l'amiral a dit ça. "Des questions?" lui a - t - il demandé. Szabo a pensé pour seulement une fraction d'une microseconde puis a eu plusieurs questions. "Quelles munitions et quelles ordonnances aurons-nous? Où allons-nous? Connaissez-vous l'emplacement du drapeau, et quel est le plan d'évacuation?" Il a énuméré rapidement et de façon concise. "De plus, utiliserons-nous notre armure Mjolnir? Amiral, une dernière chose, est-ce qu'on a une équipe d'A.I.? Dans l'affirmative, qui sera son transporteur? Szabo savait que la plupart des escadrons avaient un A.I. et était excité de savoir s'ils en recevraient un. Szabo regarda les autres pour voir si ses questions avaient tout couvert. Puis retourné à l'amiral pour les réponses

Atticus Szabo gender: Male Age: 17 Serial #: 179 Out of armor Specialty: Captain Personality: Precision and speed. In everything. Literally everything. Even talking. But especially thinking. Thats why he is leader. His squad is going to learn quick how to listen to him so that they dont miss anything. Nevertheless he is committed to whatever task he puts his mind too, and it always gets done the fastest and cleanest. Weapon of choice: DMR - Designated Marksman's Rifle

Après que Marshall eut terminé son discours et demandé des questions, il écouta le nouveau capitaine poser quelques questions décentes. Un petit sourire est tombé sur son visage alors qu'il écoutait. Peut-être que ces recrues vivraient assez longtemps pour tuer quelques-uns du Pacte. Il a répondu aux questions en rapide succession, avec un ton patient. "Vous recevrez un complet complément de combat, donc quelles que soient vos armes choisies et l'armure de puissance de Mjolnir. Vous recevrez des rounds stupéfiants tout comme les Marines, les leurs ne sont qu'un peu plus puissants. Pour ce qui est de l'endroit où vous allez, c'est comme le montre cette carte, une île. C'est tout ce que vous devez savoir pour une opération d'entraînement, et comme pour l'évacuation, c'est à vous. Le drapeau est partout où les Marines choisissent de le mettre et c'est probablement le pire endroit pour vous d'atteindre. Quant à l'IA, elle s'appelle Oriana." Marshall place la petite puce sur la table devant le capitaine et lui fait signe.

Admiral Nickolas MarshallGender / AgeMale / 28Appearance:Wearing the uniform shown at the top, Marshall has a clean cut appearance like most UNSC officers with the exception of his low cut beard he wears.Specialty:Master TacticianPersonality:As with many Naval Officers who have fought the Covenant, Marshall exudes a kind of infallible determination and simultaneously mixed with loss.Weapon of choice:M7S Submachine GunHistory:Rear Admiral Marshall was once in command of a stealth battlegroup fighting an information war in Covenant controlled space. After the eventual dissolution of the battlegroup, he was given command of the most advanced ship in the battlegroup and given new orders. The rest is classified.

Daniel n'a pas été le moins offensé par le commentaire du capitaine Szabo. Surtout depuis des moments plus tard, un officier est entré dans la pièce, mettant tout le monde à l'attention. Daniel écouta attentivement le contre-amiral. Il était tout amusant et les jeux quand le temps le permettait, mais maintenant il était temps pour le travail. En tant que Ranger et Pathfinder pour cette équipe, il a accordé une attention particulière à la carte. Il ne fait jamais mal de mémoriser le site d'une mission et pour Daniel, Land Nav était son pain et son beurre. Alors qu'il était sur le point de se renseigner sur les détails de l'emplacement de la mission, 'Cap' a sauté dedans et a demandé plusieurs de ses propres. "Quelles munitions et quelles ordonnances aurons-nous? Où allons-nous? Est-ce qu'on connaît l'emplacement du drapeau, et quel est le plan d'évacuation? Aussi, utiliserons-nous notre armure Mjolnir? Amiral, une dernière chose, est-ce qu'on a une équipe d'A.I.? Dans l'affirmative, qui sera son transporteur? Le contre-amiral Marshall a répondu comme Daniel l'avait présumé. Il ne s'attendait certainement pas à une vraie information d'une mission d'entraînement, mais c'était bien d'avoir au moins un compliment complet sur les armes et un A.I. pour démarrer. Un A.I? Je ne pensais pas qu'on en obtiendrait un, mais ça nous aiderait beaucoup. Intel était la vie et la mort sur le champ de bataille et un A.I. pourrait fournir un avantage énorme dans ce département. "Quant à qui le porte-t-il, cela devrait certainement être le capitaine, n'est-ce pas?" C'était la seule position qui avait un sens logique pour Daniel de s'accrocher à l'A.I. Aussi cool qu'il serait de braquer Oriana dans sa tête, ce n'était certainement pas dans sa description de travail. La pièce semblait être restée calme pendant une seconde, jusqu'à ce que Daniel décide de rompre le silence avec une question qui lui est propre. "Alors... Quand partons-nous?"

Name: Daniel "Legs" Legend Gender: Male Age: 18 Serial #: 259 Appearance: A typical USNS Spartan, he stands at about eight feet tall, but compared to the rest of the Spartans, he is on the leaner side from all the running he does. When he takes off his helmet he has very short hair, almost the the point you can't tell what color it is, its brown if you wanted to know, He is cauasian with blue eyes and a grin that seems to be ever present. Specialty: Ranger/Pathfinder(Scout), no one can run faster or longer then Daniel. Hence the reason he was nicknamed "Legs" by some of the other Spartans. He is highly skilled at scouting and information gathering. He is actually a skilled pathfinder, but it tends to get overshadowed by his skill as a Ranger. Personality: Being the essential scout of the team, he is often in dangerous situations alone and has to be able to think and move of his own accord. He is forced to rely on himself in a majority of situations and as such, he prefers to keep out of fire fights where he is alone. He is very talkative and like to crack the occasional joke over comms to lighten the tension of a situation. He is the front man of the team and as in a sense responsible for their safety as much as he has to rely on them for is own making him a reliable teammate underneath all the wisecracks. Weapon of choice: Silenced SMG Silenced DMR Combat Knife Flashbangs

Ethan écouta attentivement ce que le contre-amiral Marshall avait à dire, et s'assurant qu'il avait une compréhension approfondie de tout. Quand Atticus a posé ses questions, Ethan a un peu plus de respect pour les tentatives du capitaine de mieux comprendre la mission. Quand tout a été dit, il a commencé à stratégiser une fois de plus. Comment pourraient-ils profiter de tous les avantages qu'ils peuvent? Par exemple, par où pourraient-ils commencer? choisir l'endroit idéal pour commencer à chercher l'ennemi leur permettrait de combattre selon leurs propres conditions, ce qui pourrait être la différence entre le succès et l'échec. Ethan a examiné la carte, en calculant les risques et les avantages de chaque emplacement possible. Quand il a enfin trouvé un bon endroit pour qu'ils commencent, il a fait une note mentale pour le dire à Atticus avant qu'ils partent. La quantité de munitions qu'ils avaient pourrait être un problème possible, mais Ethan a décidé qu'il devrait y avoir suffisamment de munitions entre tous. L'A.I. était une agréable surprise, et même Ethan s'arrêta à cette annonce. "Alors... Quand partons-nous?" C'est une question qui a réellement fait penser à Ethan un peu plus à Daniel, vu que le temps pourrait également jouer un rôle vital dans le résultat de la mission. Le temps idéal pour la bataille pourrait varier entre les rôles de l'équipe; par exemple, en tant que tactique, la visière d'Ethan lui a permis de voir l'emplacement des ennemis peu importe où ils étaient ou à quel point il faisait nuit, aussi longtemps qu'ils étaient dans la région voisine. Cependant, certains membres n'ont pas été formés pour exploiter la technologie utilisée par Ethan afin de faire ce qu'il fait.

Name Atari Elena Finch Gender Female Age 17 years Serial Number #907 Appearance ARMOR -ODST Armor, Sharpshooter BDU Variant (no right shoulder pauldron for ease of movement when shooting, larger left shoulder pauldron for enhanced protection while shooting) -Dark gray titanium plating over black Kevlar suit -Dark gray titanium helmet, faceplate is silver when polarized -O/i (Ocular integration) optic interface to smart-stream SRS99C scope to faceplate -HUD equipped with night vision and enhanced thermal scanning technology, allowing for the wearer to see targets at longer range than traditional thermal scans -Suit’s titanium plating is matte to decrease visibility of the wearer by limiting the reflective surfaces to only the faceplate, and is enhanced with high-tech cloaking technology, allowing near invisibility while remaining stationary -Armored rucksack holding a grappling hook attached to a long braided rope which is designed to be fired by the sniper rifle PHYSICAL APPEARANCE -5’9” -Dark brown hair, almost black, cut shoulder length but usually tied back -Thin face with high cheekbones framing a narrow nose and large doe-like gray eyes -Muscular build, with long arms and legs Specialty Stalker -Specializing in the use of cloaking and thermal technology, accompanied by a sniper rifle, to eliminate enemies at long range Personality -Sarcastic -Withdrawn -Adaptable -Judgmental -Observant -Competitive Main Weapon SRS99C -Sniper Rifle equipped with a night vision scope which can connect to the HUD via smart-stream technology, and a silencer to eliminate excess noise

L'amiral a donné aux jambes un regard de Stern lui faisant savoir qu'il avait dépassé les bornes. Indépendamment de son imprudence, l'amiral l'a laissé glisser et a hissé l'escouade. Szabo a pris l'A.I. et l'a mis autour de son cou (la puce était sur un décolleté) et a fait un geste (son index s'étendait et tournait dans un cercle) pour que l'équipe se forme sur lui et pointe son doigt il les a conduits par la porte à l'arrière de la salle de briefing. Comme l'a pensé Atticus sur le chemin des stations de mjolnir, il ne pouvait pas s'empêcher de penser qu'ils n'avaient qu'un seul spécialiste du véhicule. Il connaissait l'A.I. pourrait faire beaucoup de vol mais il ne voulait pas avoir à compter sur elle.cnot pour l'instinct humain qu'il connaissait le véhicule spécialisé Spartans avait. Il repousse la pensée et continue dans le couloir. Prendre une petite seconde pour tenir sa main dans un poing pour arrêter le groupe. Szabo s'est retourné sur ses talons et a regardé en arrière sur le groupe, prenant le rôle presque. Il s'est assuré que tout le monde était derrière lui, puis il a fait signe à l'équipe, en remportant quelques clins d'œil, il a arrondi le coin et s'est arrêté à la station la plus proche en s'avançant sur la plate-forme tapant dans sa carte d'identité Spartan. puis attendre que les machines fassent leur travail et accrocher sur toute son armure. Il a été soulevé, tordu et tourné tout autour jusqu'à ce que la machine soit finie et il est retourné à la façon dont il a commencé. Il a vérifié le reste de l'équipe dans le couloir où ils étaient tous et était convaincu que personne n'avait de problèmes majeurs. Atticus s'est levé la voix et a lancé un cri rapide 'rround up' pour les mettre tous debout et prêts avec leur nouvel équipement. C'était lourd... vraiment lourd... Mais c'est pour ça qu'il s'est entraîné... Tout était coincé et n'a pas changé quand il a déménagé... En fait, il a rendu ses mouvements un peu plus rapides et a rendu l'enfer beaucoup plus facile de soulever les choses. Une fois que tout le monde a fini de vérifier lui-même et l'équipe dehors, ils s'enfoncent dans le couloir et vers le bas vers l'armurerie avec haute confiance de l'engrenage. En passant par les stocks d'armes, ils se sont tous dirigés directement vers leurs armes préférées et ont reçu les rounds abasourdissants. Étonnamment, c'était juste de la peinture verrouillée... Atticus a pris une seconde et a presque ri en pensant à ce qu'un marin ressentirait après avoir été frappé avec une de ces mauvaises parties était, pas de balles silencieuses ou d'explosions qui s'effaceraient le pourpre allait être partout. Son front sillonnait, mais personne ne voyait à travers son casque teinté d'EVA. Szabo avait son DMR fidèle et un magnum pour le combat de placards ainsi que l'un des couteaux de peinture à verrouillage régénérant. Il a également saisi deux grenades et conseillé à son équipe de faire de même quelle que soit la position qu'on lui a assignée. Quand il a été chargé, il a mis son magnum en place sur sa cuisse droite et a plongé son DMR sur son dos sur le tampon magnétique sur son armure. Satisfait du travail chargé et propre de son équipe, il les a regardés une dernière fois et a fait une motion avec sa main pour commencer à se diriger vers le cintre où ils allaient se rendre à leur mission.

Atticus Szabo gender: Male Age: 17 Serial #: 179 Out of armor Specialty: Captain Personality: Precision and speed. In everything. Literally everything. Even talking. But especially thinking. Thats why he is leader. His squad is going to learn quick how to listen to him so that they dont miss anything. Nevertheless he is committed to whatever task he puts his mind too, and it always gets done the fastest and cleanest. Weapon of choice: DMR - Designated Marksman's Rifle

Solton s'est rapidement rendu à l'ordre qu'il lui avait donné. L'amiral Marshall a été clean coupé un exigeant dans son ton. Il a soulevé une carte sur l'écran devant eux et a commencé à parler. L'amiral a parlé fortement de Szabo, lui donnant un statut égal à lui-même pendant la mission en cours. Un type de mission "capturer le drapeau" en plus ou moins de mots était expliqué. On a également parlé de son danger et du fait que tout le monde devrait travailler ensemble pour parvenir à la victoire. De. Solton s'est un peu tendu pendant que l'amiral parlait. C'est juste une autre version de peinture verrouillée. Il a dû travailler avec ces gens et faire de son mieux pour que tout le monde reste en vie. Et si j'échoue, Solton se pensa alors qu'il s'occupait des Blessures dans la bouche avec sa langue endolorie. L'amiral n'arrêtait pas d'entrer en contact visuel avec Solton alors qu'il faisait des allers-retours. Il a vu à quel point il était nerveux. Ailton esquiva les regards aussi souvent qu'il le pouvait sans paraître faible. "Des questions?" L'amiral s'est arrêté. Solton a commencé à se lever, mais ce n'était pas le moment. Il a ajusté son poids dans le siège et a entrecroisé ses doigts alors qu'il se penchait vers l'avant, reposant ses avant-bras sur ses cuisses. Il n'est pas temps d'être vu. Solton a pensé prendre des respirations profondes tranquilles.

Name: S. Solton gender: Male Age: 16 Serial #: 333 Appearance: Check it out ----> Specialty: Stalker (Death in Silence) Personality: A solo operator, he hates when people are slow to act. This doesn't stop him from working well in a group as long as he has his own set of tasks to achieve. He has an inherent need to kill and swiftly. Although this blood lust could cause him issues in the field if not controlled. Serious, but still approachable. Frank and antagonizing. Weapon of choice: Energy Blade (calibrated into hunters blade) or Static Magnum (silenced) depends on blood lust factor

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Name:Tijd Mágos Age:11 Gender:Female Year:1 Element:Water Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people. Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9". Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well. Hometown: Dover, England Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage.

Tijd regarda son secdule. Il semblait assez ennuyeux, bien que l'école elle-même était loin de cela. Elle a levé les yeux. Deux tourelles tournaient au-dessus d'elle, et une douve glissait au-dessous. Elle a vu les gens briller dans la région. Tijd a regardé leurs réactions. Certains regardaient refroidir, tandis que d'autres regardaient nerveusement. D'autres avaient l'air paniqués. Ça allait être une longue journée.

Name:Tijd Mágos Age:11 Gender:Female Year:1 Element:Water Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people. Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9". Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well. Hometown: Dover, England Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage.

Rosalie Von Kruger (Ouvert pour l'interaction) L'air était rempli de nouveaux venus nerveux et de classe supérieure fatiguée. Rosalie était les deux. Chaque année, il semblait que les montagnes grandissent presque comme si elles allaient engloutir l'académie. Pourtant, ça ne l'a pas empêchée de marcher à l'intérieur déjà prêt à commencer la journée. La première classe était la défense magique de la 6e année. Pas sa classe préférée, même après 5 ans, elle parvient toujours à peine à passer. Au moment où sa période préférée était la salle d'étude, un temps à garder pour elle-même sans trop s'inquiéter sur les notes. Ce ne serait pas avant la 6ème période qui semble être à jamais loin.

Name: Rosalie Von Kruger (Her real last name is Seltzer) Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Water Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses. Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want. Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity. Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them.

Il ne semblait pas encore y avoir grand-chose, les cours n'avaient pas encore commencé. La région était pleine de nouveaux étudiants et vieux et alors que d'habitude Pierre aimait rencontrer des gens... aujourd'hui, ce pourrait être un peu gênant. Avant de se lever ce matin, Pierre avait essayé d'utiliser ses pouvoirs, ce qui était certainement une très mauvaise idée considérant parfois qu'il pouvait créer un tourbillon dans sa petite pièce, mais rien n'était sorti. Le garçon ne semblait pas avoir de pouvoir élémentaire aujourd'hui... et c'était juste un peu embarrassant.

Name: Pierre Roux Gender: Male Age: 13 Year: 2 Element: Air Parents: Louis and Amanda Roux Appearance: Louis has voluminous straberry blonde hair that reaches the nape of his neck. The boy himself never styles it, just lets the hair do its thing. He sports blue eyes that almost seem turquoise. Pierre is always on his feet and working in the family business gives him a little more strength than the average boy his age. Typical dress: Pierre loves to wear white or red. He usually wears either a v-neck t-shirt and khakis or some kind of hoodie. He doesn't feel like his extremely casual outfits fit in with the rest... but it's the most comfortable. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): A short staff. Hometown: Paris, France Non-Elemental talent: Hearing, he can hear over great distances, even through thick walls. Able to hear things like this, he can pick out footsteps and is usually able to discern who is coming if he has already met them once. History: While his father's home country had always been France, his mother Amanda came from America as a foreigner and they fell in love. His grandfather owned some kind of big corporation and was to make his father Louis his heir, but refused to acknowledge Amanda as his wife. Louis left and eloped with Amanda, saving up enough to open a small bakery on the outskirts of downtown. Pierre grew up in a place full of love and care. He was always interested in helping out with the bakery... as long as he got an extra sample too. It was only later that everyone found out Amanda was an air elemental, the woman that was gentle... yet was always looking off in the distance. Pierre's mother stepped aside and told him about how she was the only air user of her family and she had grown up all the way in Oregon of the United States. But... for some reason Pierre himself had all the qualifications of being an air elemental, but couldn't summon it. The boy was invited up to the academy and started as a first year. There he was made to do summoning classing everyday. He wasn't exactly a protege when it came to using his powers. Somedays he just couldn't summon air at all and others he couldn't stop it from causing destruction everywhere. After a year's worth of practicing. He was able to contain it to a small dosage, but this left him behind the class in power. Unlike the other people of his elemental, Pierre loves people and never seems to mind his own business. He can get really homesick sometimes, but the boy is always trying to fill up his time with fun.

Un autre jour, une autre année nerveuse à l'académie. Cela a été marqué comme la 4ème année de Lunaria ici à l'académie, malgré ses capacités en tant qu'élémentaliste du temps, elle n'a jamais vraiment eu un temps facile ici. Bien que cela puisse être dû à son manque d'être une personne très sociale. "Cette année... Cette année... Je dois me brancher... au moins un peu... » Bien sûr qu'elle a dit ça ces trois dernières années, mais cette fois-ci, ce sera différent. Les cours n'avaient pas encore commencé, donc Lunaria a pris le temps de se détendre un peu, peut-être mémoriser quelques sorts de son grimoire.

Name: Lunaria "Luna" Carr Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: 4th Element: Time Parents: Mason and Jennifer Carr Height: 5'6" Weight: 117 lbs Lunaria was born on the night of a lovely crescent moon in late November, hence her unique name. She was rather reserved in her early years, preferring to talk only with her family members and no one else. She is also rather slow moving despite her athletic physique, which lead to her being late to a number of things, such as school, family meetings, etc. However, when she was eight years old, she discovered her ability to manipulate time, a trait that her father passed down to her. After the discovery of her powers, it almost seemed like she was in two places at once, moving from one spot to another in a matter of mere seconds. Lunaria could be as lazy and slow as she wanted, as time was literally on her side. Anytime she wanted some peace to nap or doodle in her notebook, she would pause time to do it. It wasn't long until the Academy noticed her manipulation of time and invited her to stay and learn there. Lunaria is in her 4th year now, a combination of good rest and talent allowed her to come this far and she isn't stopping anytime soon. She's never late for class and is always the first one or at least one of the first to arrive in class. Everything is going well for her so far, the only thing that would make it better would be a boyfriend, or some manner of friend, someone Lunaria could actually have a chat with. Typical Dress: Lunaria has a habit of wearing shirts that have sleeves that cover the entirety of her arms and hands, particularly her lavender sweater, which has a stiched together right sleeve that at least goes past her hand by a few inches. She mostly wears shorts along with her shirts and also carries around a small, brown satchel that's filled with odds and ends. Favorite Weapon: Lunaria carries around a black grimoire, a gift from her father, wherever she goes. This grimoire is filled with an assortment of illusory spells that Lunaria can use to confuse and disorient those she casts them on. The book has a store of magic in it that recharges over time, so Lunaria can't simply spam spells whenever she wants. Hometown: North Dakota, US Non-Elemental Talent: Lunaria has a knack for seeing the unseen, meaning that she is able to tell the difference between a real wall/door and an illusory one.

Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Orithius franchit le seuil menant hors de sa chambre, et fut soudain au milieu d'une foule d'étudiants, inondant autour de lui comme une rivière de séparation à travers les portes qui étaient jetées largement ouvertes. Les pupilles de l'école ne lui ont pas permis d'y entrer directement par téléportation - ce qu'il croyait raisonnable. Il se tourna le cou jusqu'à ce qu'il entende une fissure satisfaisante, roula les épaules, leva le menton et marcha en toute confiance. Notant les plus jeunes étudiants qui se promènent devant les bâtiments, il se leva un sourcil et le coin gauche de sa bouche se retourna en fronce. Il a pris une profonde respiration, avant de se rendre dans le bâtiment. Il a vu autour de lui quelques visages familiers, des gens qu'il avait remarqués de l'arrière de la classe qu'il hantait depuis quelques années. Il a remarqué une blonde - Rosylin ou quelque chose - qui avait été dans certaines de ses classes. Il a rappelé sa formation en compétences sociales et les conseils de ses tuteurs. "Glance, jauge, sourire, s'engager..." Il chuchotait à lui-même, ses lèvres se déplaçaient à peine alors qu'il marchait vers elle avec un confort pratique, sa canne cliquant contre le sol en marbre, soulevant un sourcil en question lorsqu'il l'atteignit finalement. Il a offert un petit sourire poli. "Rosylin? Ou quelque chose avec un "R" - N'est-ce pas? Six ans et nous n'avons pas encore été officiellement informés. Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood - Charmé." Il regarda là où les autres étudiants ressemblaient encore à un pot bouillant de confusion, d'anticipation et d'angoisse. "Je jure - il semble y en avoir plus chaque année..." Il a renversé son menton dans la direction des enfants, avant de la regarder en arrière et d'offrir le même sourire pratiqué.

Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Gender: Male Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Earth Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people. Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior. Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other. Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation. Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble. History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence. Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life. This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored. By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time. Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases.

Rosalie Von Kruger ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alors que Rosalie attend que les cours s'ouvrent, elle est approchée par un jeune homme qu'elle reconnaît être dans la même année qu'elle. Elle retenait un sourire alors qu'il gâchait son nom et se présentait. Bien qu'elle sache déjà qui il est, les filles de l'académie ont tendance à toujours parler des garçons de notre classe, Orithius ne faisait pas exception. Bien qu'elle n'ait guère participé à de telles discussions, il y en avait toujours quelques-uns qui se distinguaient des autres. Orithius note la masse de paquets nerveux d'enfants et Rosalie ne peut pas s'empêcher de rire. "C'est Rosalie au fait, et je vous connais. Malgré votre distance gardée et votre calme général, les filles parlent toujours." Elle lui donne un petit sourire avant de continuer. "Je me souviens quand nous étions tous comme ça cependant, petit et effrayé de l'inconnu qui a passé ces portes." Elle se souvient des souvenirs de sa première année ici. Les cloches sonnent et les portes s'ouvrent pour laisser les étudiants entrer dans le bâtiment. Ils se tiennent tous les deux à l'arrêt alors que les étudiants se précipitent devant eux désireux de commencer la journée. "Quelle est votre première période? Peut-être pouvons-nous marcher là-bas ensemble." Elle demande à Orithius.

Name: Rosalie Von Kruger (Her real last name is Seltzer) Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Water Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses. Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want. Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity. Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them.

Tijd Mágos ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tjid s'est ébranlée la tête. Un garçon qui semblait à propos de son âge jonglait avec des nerfs. Elle pouvait le dire, parce que c'est venu avec le territoire d'être un guérisseur. « Ne tombez pas dans les escaliers aujourd'hui », chuchotait-elle d'une voix qu'elle était presque sûre qu'il pouvait entendre. Elle n'arrêtait pas de marcher. Tijd elle-même était nerveuse, et elle aimait normalement l'école. – Souvenez-vous, dit une petite voix dans sa tête, vous en saurez peut-être des conventions. La petite voix ne l'aidait pas aux nerfs. Parce que ses parents étaient assez riches, elle n'a jamais interagi avec d'autres enfants. Elle avait un tuteur privé au lieu d'un instituteur. L'une de ses leçons a été les interactions publiques. Regarde en bas de la page. Ne voyez rien, mais remarquez tout. N'écoute rien, mais écoute tout. Souriez et criez poliment. Si vous devez vous présenter, restez calme. Les gens n'aiment pas quand on parle trop. Remarquez, calculez, souriez poliment, parlez. Je suis le meilleur élève de mon âge et de mon statut dans presque toute l'Angleterre. Je vais m'en sortir. Cela a traversé la tête de Tijd comme elle a remarqué tous les gens.

Name:Tijd Mágos Age:11 Gender:Female Year:1 Element:Water Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people. Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9". Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well. Hometown: Dover, England Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage.

Xiao Lin Lin marcha raidement et brusquement à travers les portes, portant avec lui un comportement qui était vide et difficile à interpréter. Il n'avait pas l'air nerveux, pas plus qu'il n'avait l'air confiant. Plus... démissionner était probablement le meilleur mot, comme s'il était un prisonnier qui n'en arriverait à sa peine que récemment. La petite frêle qui avait l'air d'avoir onze ans regardait autour. Cette école était aussi blanche qu'un ours polaire albinos. Tout à fait littéralement chaque enfant en vue était caucasien, et la plupart d'entre eux habillés d'une manière qui indiquait qu'ils étaient au moins de la classe moyenne. Lui-même étant un immigrant chinois en difficulté financière, il était déjà en train de penser qu'il serait difficile de s'intégrer ici. Lin s'appuya contre le mur et traversa les bras sur sa poitrine, comme s'il essayait de se fondre dans la menuiserie et de disparaître. Il n'était pas vraiment sûr de quoi faire maintenant. Les cours n'avaient pas encore commencé, et la plupart des élèves ne faisaient que socialiser. La socialisation n'a jamais été le fort de Lin, pour le moins. Ce qui ne veut pas dire que Lin était timide, mais il avait rarement quelque chose en commun avec son nouveau groupe de pairs européens. Cela pourrait avoir quelque chose à voir avec sa réticence à les accepter, mais d'habitude ils étaient tout aussi hésitants et éloignés avec lui.

Name: Xiao Lin (His name is Chinese, so his given name is Lin and his surname is Xiao) Age: 11 Year: 1st Element: Air Parents: Xiao Tai (Father) Xiao Yun (Mother, deceased) Appearance: Typical dress: Casual. Jeans and t-shirts, occasionally a jacket. Notably, he hates wearing shoes and will often go without them. Favorite weapon: Prefers not to use violence, but he carries a switchblade. Hometown: Shanghai, China Non-Elemental talent: Lin is good with languages. He can speak English, French and Italian on top of his native Mandarin, and knows sign language as well

Amélia Averyonna (quoiqu'il le veuille) Amelia a lâché un gros bâillement alors qu'elle se réveillait enfin. En frottant le sommeil de ses yeux, elle regarda autour de sa chambre... Sa chambre. Il était encore difficile de croire qu'elle avait un petit espace dans le grand monde pour l'appeler elle-même. Même après un mois de l'avoir, elle a toujours eu du mal à croire qu'elle vivait vraiment ici. Tout était comme un rêve pour elle. Sortir du lit, elle a pris une douche rapide avant de choisir sa tenue pour la journée à partir de plusieurs qui lui avaient été fournis. Elle est allée avec un t-shirt bleu clair et une paire de jean court qui a atteint un peu au-dessus de ses genoux avant d'aller avec une simple paire de sandales pour ses chaussures. Elle s'est vite occupée de ses cheveux, en les brossant ainsi c'était bien et droit, avant de rassembler ses affaires et de partir. Peu de temps avant son arrivée, les autres étudiants se réunissaient. Elle a soigneusement examiné la foule avant de trouver un endroit où elle pourrait être au moins un peu isolée du reste. Après avoir trouvé sa petite île, elle a déballé la bouteille d'eau qu'elle avait à ses côtés et a commencé à pratiquer en utilisant ses pouvoirs sur son contenu. Elle n'avait appris ses pouvoirs que récemment et s'était entraînée autant qu'elle le pouvait chaque fois qu'elle pouvait l'obtenir. La pratique consistait à prendre autant d'eau qu'elle pouvait le contrôler et à le former en lettres et/ou en mots qu'elle jugeait appropriés.

Name: Amelia Alison Averyonna Age: 11 Gender: Female Year: 1st Element: Water Parents: Unknown Appearence: Typical dress: Amelia will typically wear whatever cloths to academy has provided her without complaint, though she has a preference for t-shirts and jeans, as she hates how exposed skirts make her feel. She often has a bottle of water at her side, to use as a means of communication and wears little to nothing as in the form of accessories. She also doesn't wear make-up, letting her natural beauty shine. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): Not a fan of combat, Amelia will rely on her wits and her powers if forced in a combat scenario. Hometown: Allentown, PA Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Amelia has an abnormally high amount of luck, surviving on the streets for most of her life without having to resort to drastic measures and despite having poor health. Amelia also has a keen sense of hearing, picking up on sounds most others might miss. Background Amelia was born with the worst hand life could throw at her. She was a born mute, had a weak immune system, and was put into foster care before she could even have any memories of her parents. She was moved from home to home through much of her infancy, the foster parents unable to support her constant health needs, as it seemed as soon as she got over one illness, she would get struck with another. Eventually, while still only five years old, the girl ran away from her latest foster home and into the streets. She was tired of feeling unwanted and tired of changing homes several times a year. So, she decided to just get away from it all and if she was to die alone, so be it. She would've died alone and unwanted anyway. While on the streets, the young girl managed to survive through luck and wits, getting out of tough situations. She learned to accept local charity, taking cloths and food when they were provided, and resorting to scavenging when they weren't. Her health never got better and would cripple her from time to time, but she became skilled at holing herself up and staying out of everyone way until she got better. Her life finally took a turn for the better only recently. Sleeping in one of her usually allies and hidden behind a pile of random garbage, she was awaken by the sudden appearance of a bright light. Curious, she cautiously peaked over the items surrounding her and was shocked by what she saw before her. A portal of pure energy, with a woman standing in front of it, looking around the ally, as if searching for something. Amelia slowly hide behind her protection, sure she was imagining things, when she heard the woman approach her. Looking up, she saw the woman looking down at her, a kind, almost pitying smile on her face. The woman explained her purpose was to find and take Amelia to a school for special children, with the power to manipulate some of the elements that made up the world. Amelia, ever the cautious one by this point, was unwilling to go until she has some proof. It took an entire two hours of miscommunication, talking, and pondering, along with a small demonstration of the woman's ability to manipulate earth, to convince Amelia to come along. Now, perhaps she could finally find a home and a place to stay, if at least for a little while.

Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Les yeux d'Orithius se levèrent un instant au plafond, alors qu'il tentait de se rappeler son emploi du temps - avant de la regarder de nouveau, son sourire ne s'est pasompait. "Une Rosalie - Rose, de toute façon - j'entends les odeurs les plus douces ont tendance à cloire néanmoins - comme un enfant effrayé à sa mère..." attends - ce n'était pas la citation? Pas vrai? C'est pas vrai. Comment d'autres personnes ont réussi à être si charmantes sans aucun effort. Il avait lu Shakespeare il y a trop longtemps, et avec le stress de toutes ces personnes autour de lui, il ne pouvait même pas se rappeler les lignes les plus célèbres. Il sentait un froncement grandir sur son visage, et luttait pour le supprimer. "Um... Je crois que je partage la première classe avec toi. La défense, c'est ça? Celui que vous passez à peine?" Merde. N'indiquez pas les défauts des autres! "Je voulais dire - vous avez été en difficulté avec elle, peut-être que je peux aider?" C'est mieux. Il a fermé les yeux - il pouvait sentir un petit peu de frustration commencer à travailler son chemin vers le haut de son cou. Il a regardé loin d'elle et scanné la foule. Ça allait être plus dur qu'il ne le pensait. "Si tu veux, je t'en prie." Il parlait à nouveau, ne la regardait pas, et sentait la honte de ne pas pouvoir même faire une chose aussi basique que parler efficacement à un pair - atteindre ses oreilles et ses joues, les tourner légèrement rose aussi.

Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Gender: Male Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Earth Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people. Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior. Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other. Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation. Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble. History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence. Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life. This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored. By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time. Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases.

Xiao Lin En continuant à observer silencieusement ses nouveaux camarades de classe, Lin a tordu un brin de ses cheveux noirs, laissant un regard d'ennui traverser son visage. En regardant tout le monde se connaître, il s'est senti trop isolé. Malade de traîner dans la menuiserie comme un adolescent d'humeur (qu'il n'était certainement pas, n'ayant que onze ans), il se dirigea vers la seule autre personne qu'il voyait assise seule : une fille de son âge, des cheveux blonds et des yeux bleus (comme tout le monde ici, il semblait), habillée de façon décontractée bien qu'il fût clair que ses vêtements étaient plus récents que Lin. Il ne savait pas vraiment quelle langue il devait parler pour se présenter. Il en connaissait plusieurs, et vu que c'était une école européenne et qu'elle était une fille blanche blonde, il était probable qu'elle était de quelque part dans la région. Il espérait qu'elle parlait français ou italien. L'anglais, bien qu'il en ait compris quelques-uns, n'était pas vraiment son domaine d'expertise. Bien que, compte tenu de la malchance générale de Lin, elle parlait probablement le finnois ou le russe ou quelque chose d'autre qu'il ne savait pas. Sans vouloir faire d'hypothèses, il s'est assis et a agité silencieusement, espérant qu'elle prendrait l'initiative et parlerait d'abord. Cela lui dirait probablement tout ce qu'il devait savoir pour commencer une conversation.

Name: Xiao Lin (His name is Chinese, so his given name is Lin and his surname is Xiao) Age: 11 Year: 1st Element: Air Parents: Xiao Tai (Father) Xiao Yun (Mother, deceased) Appearance: Typical dress: Casual. Jeans and t-shirts, occasionally a jacket. Notably, he hates wearing shoes and will often go without them. Favorite weapon: Prefers not to use violence, but he carries a switchblade. Hometown: Shanghai, China Non-Elemental talent: Lin is good with languages. He can speak English, French and Italian on top of his native Mandarin, and knows sign language as well

Rosalie Von Kruger ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rosalie remarque que Orithius trébuche sur ses paroles et se rend compte que c'est en effet sa première année qu'il interagit réellement avec un autre étudiant socialement. Au lieu d'être offensée, elle lui donne un sourire : "Je sais ce que tu veux dire, tu n'as pas à être gênée de me parler." Quand il l'a proposée pour l'aider dans la Défense Magique, elle ne pouvait pas dire non, après tout, il avait l'air fou de lui parler. « C'est la première fois que vous parlez à un autre étudiant que le travail en groupe, n'est-ce pas? Que diriez-vous de vous aider à interagir socialement avec les gens ici et vous m'aidez à passer ce contrat de classe?" Le visage de Rosalie se lève, tenant sa main pour qu'il tremble. Les amies qu'elle a faites ici sont amicales et interactives. Ils seraient parfaits pour donner à l'environnement Orithius devrait améliorer ses compétences sociales. La foule à l'extérieur commence à se vider pendant que les élèves vont remplir les salles de classe. "Nous devrions y aller, ne voulons pas être en retard non?"

Name: Rosalie Von Kruger (Her real last name is Seltzer) Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Water Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses. Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want. Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity. Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them.

Pierre Roux Quelqu'un avait passé l'utilisateur de l'air et parlait si tranquillement qu'il ne pouvait l'entendre. Tu tombes dans l'escalier...? C'était un peu grossier maintenant, n'est-ce pas? Pierre s'était-il déjà trompé en première année? Même si le garçon était encore un peu court pour son âge où les voix étaient censées changer et les cheveux du visage étaient censés grandir, il ne voulait pas être vu comme quelqu'un qui était impuissant! Ne vous inquiétez pas de ne pas avoir de pouvoirs aujourd'hui, dites juste que l'un des professeurs lui a dit de ne pas utiliser ses pouvoirs sauf si c'était une urgence, c'était tout! Pierre a failli courir après elle, ses pas rapides grincheux parce qu'il était toujours conscient à quel point ils pouvaient être bruyants avec sa capacité spéciale. En plus, courir fort lui a en gros blessé les oreilles... beaucoup. Il a finalement rattrapé la blonde poilue première année et a mis une main sur son épaule. Même si ses pieds pouvaient faire le travail, sa respiration n'avait pas autant d'endurance : « N'est-ce pas plutôt... impoli de dire à votre supérieur? » En vérité, il était plutôt impoli pour Pierre de deviner que la fille était une nouvelle élève. Bien sûr, il ne l'avait pas vue avant mais... S'il avait tort, cela rendrait la conversation encore plus embarrassante. Peur qu'il allait effrayer la fille, après avoir pris quelques respirations profondes, il s'est levé droit et a tapé l'épaule qu'il touchait, "Désolé pour le grondement... Salut! Je suis Pierre Roux, un élément aérien de deuxième année! Tu es nouveau à l'école, pas vrai? Si vous avez des questions, faites-le savoir à votre cher haut fonctionnaire! »

Name: Pierre Roux Gender: Male Age: 13 Year: 2 Element: Air Parents: Louis and Amanda Roux Appearance: Louis has voluminous straberry blonde hair that reaches the nape of his neck. The boy himself never styles it, just lets the hair do its thing. He sports blue eyes that almost seem turquoise. Pierre is always on his feet and working in the family business gives him a little more strength than the average boy his age. Typical dress: Pierre loves to wear white or red. He usually wears either a v-neck t-shirt and khakis or some kind of hoodie. He doesn't feel like his extremely casual outfits fit in with the rest... but it's the most comfortable. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): A short staff. Hometown: Paris, France Non-Elemental talent: Hearing, he can hear over great distances, even through thick walls. Able to hear things like this, he can pick out footsteps and is usually able to discern who is coming if he has already met them once. History: While his father's home country had always been France, his mother Amanda came from America as a foreigner and they fell in love. His grandfather owned some kind of big corporation and was to make his father Louis his heir, but refused to acknowledge Amanda as his wife. Louis left and eloped with Amanda, saving up enough to open a small bakery on the outskirts of downtown. Pierre grew up in a place full of love and care. He was always interested in helping out with the bakery... as long as he got an extra sample too. It was only later that everyone found out Amanda was an air elemental, the woman that was gentle... yet was always looking off in the distance. Pierre's mother stepped aside and told him about how she was the only air user of her family and she had grown up all the way in Oregon of the United States. But... for some reason Pierre himself had all the qualifications of being an air elemental, but couldn't summon it. The boy was invited up to the academy and started as a first year. There he was made to do summoning classing everyday. He wasn't exactly a protege when it came to using his powers. Somedays he just couldn't summon air at all and others he couldn't stop it from causing destruction everywhere. After a year's worth of practicing. He was able to contain it to a small dosage, but this left him behind the class in power. Unlike the other people of his elemental, Pierre loves people and never seems to mind his own business. He can get really homesick sometimes, but the boy is always trying to fill up his time with fun.

Tijd Mágos(ouvert à l'intervention) ---- "Je n'ai pas besoin d'aide," Tijd s'est moqué à la deuxième année derrière elle. -- Et d'ailleurs, même si j'en avais besoin, pourquoi devrais-je vous le demander? Elle s'est enfuie. "C'était assez grossier," pensa-t-elle. Tijd avait des papillons dans l'estomac. Son cœur battait très vite. Respirant profondément, Tijd s'éleva lentement jusqu'à son sommet. Elle s'était un peu évanouie. Invoquant un peu d'eau, elle fixa ses cheveux, qui avaient eu un peu de frisottis. Elle a couru à l'intérieur et a trouvé sa chambre aussi vite qu'elle le pouvait. Elle était couchée sur son lit, et en quelques instants, s'était évanouie de déshydratation et de nerfs.

Name:Tijd Mágos Age:11 Gender:Female Year:1 Element:Water Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people. Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9". Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well. Hometown: Dover, England Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage.

Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Orithius s'est retourné vers elle. Elle semblait bien consciente de son état mental. Il pouvait cependant sentir le blush reculer comme son esprit s'est calmé aussi bien. Il lui a serré la main. Bien que la perspicacité, normalement, soit un aspect dangereux à avoir à l'intérieur d'une ressource, ses liens seraient utiles lorsqu'il s'agirait d'établir le cadre social qu'il avait prévu de mettre en place cette année. Elle pourrait alors être un atout précieux. "Parfait. Je vais demander à mes avocats de conclure un contrat d'échange de services standard. Il lui sourit, avant de commencer à marcher vers la direction qu'il savait que leur classe serait, marchant lentement pour lui permettre de suivre. « Il y aura naturellement une clause de non-divulgation pour les sous-titres les plus délicats dont vous aurez besoin, mais je suis sûr que nous pouvons faciliter une amitié. Normalement je passe entre quatre et six heures chez mes tuteurs dans la semaine, mais je suis sûr que nous pouvons organiser une réunion bi-hebdomadaire pour développer cette amitié - sur le dessus de ma tête, je pense que samedi après-midi devrait faire. Demandez à votre assistant d'envoyer votre emploi du temps à la mienne, et nous pouvons travailler à partir de là." Il semblait être dans son propre monde, parlant franchement alors qu'il faisait des plans pour leur amitié imminente - ne la regardant que de temps en temps pour s'assurer qu'elle suivait encore, pendant qu'ils s'approfondissaient dans le bâtiment.

Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Gender: Male Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Earth Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people. Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior. Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other. Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation. Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble. History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence. Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life. This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored. By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time. Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases.

Après un peu de lecture sur ses sorts, Lunaria a réalisé combien d'élèves se réunissaient. Certains semblaient un peu familiers comme elle les a vus ici et là au cours des dernières années, mais elle n'en a jamais vraiment connu. Elle mit son grimoire sous son bras et se leva de son siège. "Eh bien... J'ai dit que je... Lunaria s'est approchée d'une blonde qui semblait contrôler de l'eau d'une bouteille d'eau. "H-hello, c'est un peu bondé, n'est-ce pas? Mon nom est... Lunaria... B-mais tu peux m'appeler Luna..." Elle a fait un sourire nerveux en parlant.

Name: Lunaria "Luna" Carr Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: 4th Element: Time Parents: Mason and Jennifer Carr Height: 5'6" Weight: 117 lbs Lunaria was born on the night of a lovely crescent moon in late November, hence her unique name. She was rather reserved in her early years, preferring to talk only with her family members and no one else. She is also rather slow moving despite her athletic physique, which lead to her being late to a number of things, such as school, family meetings, etc. However, when she was eight years old, she discovered her ability to manipulate time, a trait that her father passed down to her. After the discovery of her powers, it almost seemed like she was in two places at once, moving from one spot to another in a matter of mere seconds. Lunaria could be as lazy and slow as she wanted, as time was literally on her side. Anytime she wanted some peace to nap or doodle in her notebook, she would pause time to do it. It wasn't long until the Academy noticed her manipulation of time and invited her to stay and learn there. Lunaria is in her 4th year now, a combination of good rest and talent allowed her to come this far and she isn't stopping anytime soon. She's never late for class and is always the first one or at least one of the first to arrive in class. Everything is going well for her so far, the only thing that would make it better would be a boyfriend, or some manner of friend, someone Lunaria could actually have a chat with. Typical Dress: Lunaria has a habit of wearing shirts that have sleeves that cover the entirety of her arms and hands, particularly her lavender sweater, which has a stiched together right sleeve that at least goes past her hand by a few inches. She mostly wears shorts along with her shirts and also carries around a small, brown satchel that's filled with odds and ends. Favorite Weapon: Lunaria carries around a black grimoire, a gift from her father, wherever she goes. This grimoire is filled with an assortment of illusory spells that Lunaria can use to confuse and disorient those she casts them on. The book has a store of magic in it that recharges over time, so Lunaria can't simply spam spells whenever she wants. Hometown: North Dakota, US Non-Elemental Talent: Lunaria has a knack for seeing the unseen, meaning that she is able to tell the difference between a real wall/door and an illusory one.

Xiao Lin Une autre fille s'est approchée de la table, et pour une raison quelconque seulement s'est adressée à la fille qui était assise là en premier, ignorant complètement Lin. En Chine, il était d'usage de saluer tout le monde à la table si vous avez rejoint un groupe au lieu d'agir comme si une personne n'existait pas. C'était un truc italien? La bouche de Lin s'est ouverte pendant une seconde, puis il a braqué "", retombant dans son siège. Il n'a pas appelé la fille aux cheveux foncés sur sa grossièreté, mais ça l'a certainement un peu dérangé. Traduction: "rude"

Name: Xiao Lin (His name is Chinese, so his given name is Lin and his surname is Xiao) Age: 11 Year: 1st Element: Air Parents: Xiao Tai (Father) Xiao Yun (Mother, deceased) Appearance: Typical dress: Casual. Jeans and t-shirts, occasionally a jacket. Notably, he hates wearing shoes and will often go without them. Favorite weapon: Prefers not to use violence, but he carries a switchblade. Hometown: Shanghai, China Non-Elemental talent: Lin is good with languages. He can speak English, French and Italian on top of his native Mandarin, and knows sign language as well

Rosalie Von Kruger Rosalie regarde à blanc Orithius en essayant de traiter toutes les informations qu'il lui donnait. Quand il la regarde après avoir fini sa déposition, elle se débarrasse de la gorge. "Il n'y a pas besoin de formalité ou de paperasse quand il s'agit d'amis que vous connaissez?" Elle commence à se taper le menton avec son doigt en pensant à la façon d'expliquer l'amitié au garçon qui semblait n'en avoir pratiquement aucune à l'école. "D'accord, commençons par notre première leçon à l'interaction sociale." C'était le moment idéal pour entrer dans un numéro musical, mais ce n'est pas ce genre de décor qu'il y avait beaucoup trop de gens autour d'eux pour qu'elle crache des rimes. « D'accord, c'est une façon facile de le dire : l'amitié et l'interaction sociale sont comme les éléments. Parler et traîner avec des amis devraient être insouciants et sans restrictions comme l'air. L'eau peut être imprévisible comme des conversations et des actions, mais il suffit d'aller avec le flux. L'amitié implique la chaleur et le sentiment d'accueil qui vient avec elle comme le feu. Comme la terre, vous devez aussi garder un terrain stable, savoir ce que vous voulez hors de la relation ou de la conversation est la clé. Enfin, trouver la meilleure personne avec qui être amie est rare, mais il suffit de mettre le temps et d'essayer de trouver cette personne. » Rosalie met sa main à son cœur et sourit à Orithius « Ce que j'essaie de dire, c'est de ne pas être lié par ce que vous disent vos livres et vos tuteurs. Lâchez-le et faites-le l'expérience pour vous-même. » Ils atteignent enfin la salle, la classe n'a pas encore commencé, mais la plupart de la classe était déjà là. Rosalie donne un pouce à Orithius avant de se rendre à l'intérieur et de trouver des bureaux ouverts près de ses amis.

Name: Rosalie Von Kruger (Her real last name is Seltzer) Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Water Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses. Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want. Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity. Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them.

Amélia Averyonna Amelia n'était pas seule pendant très longtemps, dès qu'elle n'en avait pas une, mais deux autres personnes assises à la même table qu'elle. La première à se montrer était un garçon étranger à l'air (ou, était-elle l'étranger à l'air? Elle ne savait pas.) qui avait peut-être son âge. Il s'est assis près d'elle mais n'a rien dit, donc elle n'était pas sûre de quoi faire avec lui l'autre alors pour le laisser être et continuer à pratiquer tout en gardant un oeil sur lui. La deuxième à se montrer était une fille qui était définitivement plus âgée qu'elle, encore avec des cheveux noirs, mais cette fois elle ressemblait plus à vivre dans le même pays qu'Amelia. Celui-ci a en fait décidé de lui parler, bien qu'elle ne s'adresse pas au garçon, ce qu'Amelia a noté semblait l'ennuyer un peu. Décidant qu'elle s'adressait à chacun d'eux, elle tira le reste de l'eau de sa bouteille, qui flottait alors ainsi entre ses deux nouvelles compagnes. Elle se concentra sur l'eau, la manipulant jusqu'à ce qu'elle exprime le message qu'elle voulait qu'elle le dise, qu'elle tourna alors lentement pour que les deux puissent le lire. Bonjour. Mon nom est Amelia. Ravie de vous rencontrer. C'est ce qu'il a dit. Elle l'a donné quelques secondes avant de la déplacer vers une flèche, qu'elle avait pointée vers le garçon avant de se déplacer à nouveau en mots. Quel est votre nom?

Name: Amelia Alison Averyonna Age: 11 Gender: Female Year: 1st Element: Water Parents: Unknown Appearence: Typical dress: Amelia will typically wear whatever cloths to academy has provided her without complaint, though she has a preference for t-shirts and jeans, as she hates how exposed skirts make her feel. She often has a bottle of water at her side, to use as a means of communication and wears little to nothing as in the form of accessories. She also doesn't wear make-up, letting her natural beauty shine. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): Not a fan of combat, Amelia will rely on her wits and her powers if forced in a combat scenario. Hometown: Allentown, PA Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Amelia has an abnormally high amount of luck, surviving on the streets for most of her life without having to resort to drastic measures and despite having poor health. Amelia also has a keen sense of hearing, picking up on sounds most others might miss. Background Amelia was born with the worst hand life could throw at her. She was a born mute, had a weak immune system, and was put into foster care before she could even have any memories of her parents. She was moved from home to home through much of her infancy, the foster parents unable to support her constant health needs, as it seemed as soon as she got over one illness, she would get struck with another. Eventually, while still only five years old, the girl ran away from her latest foster home and into the streets. She was tired of feeling unwanted and tired of changing homes several times a year. So, she decided to just get away from it all and if she was to die alone, so be it. She would've died alone and unwanted anyway. While on the streets, the young girl managed to survive through luck and wits, getting out of tough situations. She learned to accept local charity, taking cloths and food when they were provided, and resorting to scavenging when they weren't. Her health never got better and would cripple her from time to time, but she became skilled at holing herself up and staying out of everyone way until she got better. Her life finally took a turn for the better only recently. Sleeping in one of her usually allies and hidden behind a pile of random garbage, she was awaken by the sudden appearance of a bright light. Curious, she cautiously peaked over the items surrounding her and was shocked by what she saw before her. A portal of pure energy, with a woman standing in front of it, looking around the ally, as if searching for something. Amelia slowly hide behind her protection, sure she was imagining things, when she heard the woman approach her. Looking up, she saw the woman looking down at her, a kind, almost pitying smile on her face. The woman explained her purpose was to find and take Amelia to a school for special children, with the power to manipulate some of the elements that made up the world. Amelia, ever the cautious one by this point, was unwilling to go until she has some proof. It took an entire two hours of miscommunication, talking, and pondering, along with a small demonstration of the woman's ability to manipulate earth, to convince Amelia to come along. Now, perhaps she could finally find a home and a place to stay, if at least for a little while.

Xiao Lin "...Lin Xiao." Dit Lin. Il était plus habitué à dire son nom de famille avant son prénom, mais parce qu'il était entouré de personnes d'origine européenne, il l'a changé pour faciliter la compréhension. "J'espère que Lin n'est pas trop boucheuse." Il a dit en anglais souligné, avec un soupçon de sarcasme, voyant brusquement la fille plus âgée qui s'était adressée comme 'Lunaria'. Il était encore un peu timbré par le manque de manières de la fille. Il avait l'habitude d'être négligé, non reconnu et poussé sur le côté, mais jamais auparavant il n'avait été ignoré en faveur d'un autre étranger. Vraiment, Lunaria n'avait aucune excuse pour parler seulement à la blonde, et en supposant qu'elle parlait anglais.

Name: Xiao Lin (His name is Chinese, so his given name is Lin and his surname is Xiao) Age: 11 Year: 1st Element: Air Parents: Xiao Tai (Father) Xiao Yun (Mother, deceased) Appearance: Typical dress: Casual. Jeans and t-shirts, occasionally a jacket. Notably, he hates wearing shoes and will often go without them. Favorite weapon: Prefers not to use violence, but he carries a switchblade. Hometown: Shanghai, China Non-Elemental talent: Lin is good with languages. He can speak English, French and Italian on top of his native Mandarin, and knows sign language as well

Pierre Roux Donc c'était alors, aucun nouveau départ pour une relation senior et junior dont Pierre avait rêvé. Le garçon blonde se blottit les épaules, se sentant un peu consterné. Cette année aurait un début très décevant s'il ne faisait rien d'autre. Bien sûr, le garçon ne pouvait pas se servir de son air, mais il était encore une deuxième année! Et c'est venu avec une certaine forme de connaissance que les premières années n'auraient pas eu. Pierre regarda la foule, à la recherche d'un groupe pour se situer. Là dans un coin semblait être un groupe de trois premières années. Plus de courage, le garçon s'est déplacé vers eux. L'un d'eux utilisait de l'eau pour faire des lettres, un handicap vocal peut-être? Le garçon du groupe parlait en anglais fortement accentué. En voyant qu'il n'est peut-être pas venu d'Europe, Pierre pouvait se demander ce que c'était à l'étranger! Le garçon aimait poser des questions sur différentes cultures. L'autre fille aussi avait l'air un peu timide, mais en fait, elle n'avait pas l'air d'une première année du tout, peut-être même un peu plus âgée que Pierre! Pierre espérait qu'il pourrait encore s'emparer de la position d'un haut fonctionnaire serviable, «Bonjour tout le monde! Mon nom est Pierre Roux, et je suis une deuxième année. Si l'un d'entre vous a besoin d'aide autour de ces pièces, je vous aiderai de n'importe quelle façon! » Il a regardé le garçon, "Salut Lin! C'est votre première fois en Italie?" Il a fait un sourire rapide aux deux filles avant de se tourner vers Lin.

Name: Pierre Roux Gender: Male Age: 13 Year: 2 Element: Air Parents: Louis and Amanda Roux Appearance: Louis has voluminous straberry blonde hair that reaches the nape of his neck. The boy himself never styles it, just lets the hair do its thing. He sports blue eyes that almost seem turquoise. Pierre is always on his feet and working in the family business gives him a little more strength than the average boy his age. Typical dress: Pierre loves to wear white or red. He usually wears either a v-neck t-shirt and khakis or some kind of hoodie. He doesn't feel like his extremely casual outfits fit in with the rest... but it's the most comfortable. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): A short staff. Hometown: Paris, France Non-Elemental talent: Hearing, he can hear over great distances, even through thick walls. Able to hear things like this, he can pick out footsteps and is usually able to discern who is coming if he has already met them once. History: While his father's home country had always been France, his mother Amanda came from America as a foreigner and they fell in love. His grandfather owned some kind of big corporation and was to make his father Louis his heir, but refused to acknowledge Amanda as his wife. Louis left and eloped with Amanda, saving up enough to open a small bakery on the outskirts of downtown. Pierre grew up in a place full of love and care. He was always interested in helping out with the bakery... as long as he got an extra sample too. It was only later that everyone found out Amanda was an air elemental, the woman that was gentle... yet was always looking off in the distance. Pierre's mother stepped aside and told him about how she was the only air user of her family and she had grown up all the way in Oregon of the United States. But... for some reason Pierre himself had all the qualifications of being an air elemental, but couldn't summon it. The boy was invited up to the academy and started as a first year. There he was made to do summoning classing everyday. He wasn't exactly a protege when it came to using his powers. Somedays he just couldn't summon air at all and others he couldn't stop it from causing destruction everywhere. After a year's worth of practicing. He was able to contain it to a small dosage, but this left him behind the class in power. Unlike the other people of his elemental, Pierre loves people and never seems to mind his own business. He can get really homesick sometimes, but the boy is always trying to fill up his time with fun.

Xiao Lin Un garçon un peu plus âgé que Lin a rejoint le groupe, et Lin était reconnaissant qu'il ait pris le temps de s'adresser à tout le monde contrairement à Lunaria. Lin a hurlé quand on lui a demandé si c'était sa première fois en Italie. "Je n'avais jamais eu de raison de quitter Shanghai." il a expliqué, avec une légère pudeur. "Je suis... comment tu dis... toujours en train de s'adapter." Le jeune homme de onze ans a mordu sa langue pour ne pas dire qu'il n'était pas terriblement impressionné par l'Europe jusqu'à présent et retournerait en Chine dans un battement de cœur. Il avait été mis dans une sorte d'humeur aigre après le manque apparent de manières de base de Lunaria, mais Lin n'était pas sur le point d'enlever sa frustration sur tout le monde. Il a forcé un sourire qui s'est rapidement évanoui, regardant vers le bas au sol.

Name: Xiao Lin (His name is Chinese, so his given name is Lin and his surname is Xiao) Age: 11 Year: 1st Element: Air Parents: Xiao Tai (Father) Xiao Yun (Mother, deceased) Appearance: Typical dress: Casual. Jeans and t-shirts, occasionally a jacket. Notably, he hates wearing shoes and will often go without them. Favorite weapon: Prefers not to use violence, but he carries a switchblade. Hometown: Shanghai, China Non-Elemental talent: Lin is good with languages. He can speak English, French and Italian on top of his native Mandarin, and knows sign language as well

Ce qui se transforme en une belle introduction de petit groupe ce qui avec Amelia, qui semblait communiquer avec l'eau, Lin, qui était plus que probablement pas d'ici à en juger par son accent, et Pierre, un étudiant plutôt gentil de deuxième année, se présentent tous. Lin a expliqué qu'il venait de Shanghai, qu'il devait avoir du mal à s'adapter, qu'il semblait aussi que Lunaria l'avait frappé d'une certaine façon parce qu'il semblait la voir, qu'a-t-elle fait? Est-ce qu'elle était impolie pour lui? Cependant, ils étaient tous assis à la même table, et Lunaria a juste décidé de reconnaître la première personne qu'elle a vue. Super, le premier jour de retour et elle a déjà fait une mauvaise impression. Comme je l'ai dit, tu peux m'appeler Luna... Désolé si je... Il est parti du mauvais côté... Je suis juste... ooohh..." Maintenant qu'elle rendait les choses plus embarrassantes, elle ne savait pas quoi faire, tout sauf... "U-uhhh... S'il vous plaît, excusez-moi..." Elle s'est levée et a quitté la table, devine que c'était pas cette année.

Name: Lunaria "Luna" Carr Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: 4th Element: Time Parents: Mason and Jennifer Carr Height: 5'6" Weight: 117 lbs Lunaria was born on the night of a lovely crescent moon in late November, hence her unique name. She was rather reserved in her early years, preferring to talk only with her family members and no one else. She is also rather slow moving despite her athletic physique, which lead to her being late to a number of things, such as school, family meetings, etc. However, when she was eight years old, she discovered her ability to manipulate time, a trait that her father passed down to her. After the discovery of her powers, it almost seemed like she was in two places at once, moving from one spot to another in a matter of mere seconds. Lunaria could be as lazy and slow as she wanted, as time was literally on her side. Anytime she wanted some peace to nap or doodle in her notebook, she would pause time to do it. It wasn't long until the Academy noticed her manipulation of time and invited her to stay and learn there. Lunaria is in her 4th year now, a combination of good rest and talent allowed her to come this far and she isn't stopping anytime soon. She's never late for class and is always the first one or at least one of the first to arrive in class. Everything is going well for her so far, the only thing that would make it better would be a boyfriend, or some manner of friend, someone Lunaria could actually have a chat with. Typical Dress: Lunaria has a habit of wearing shirts that have sleeves that cover the entirety of her arms and hands, particularly her lavender sweater, which has a stiched together right sleeve that at least goes past her hand by a few inches. She mostly wears shorts along with her shirts and also carries around a small, brown satchel that's filled with odds and ends. Favorite Weapon: Lunaria carries around a black grimoire, a gift from her father, wherever she goes. This grimoire is filled with an assortment of illusory spells that Lunaria can use to confuse and disorient those she casts them on. The book has a store of magic in it that recharges over time, so Lunaria can't simply spam spells whenever she wants. Hometown: North Dakota, US Non-Elemental Talent: Lunaria has a knack for seeing the unseen, meaning that she is able to tell the difference between a real wall/door and an illusory one.

Xiao Lin Lunaria semblait partir. Lin, qui avait déjà construit une impression très négative de la fille aînée, ne pouvait guère s'en soucier moins. Peut-être était-il un peu sensible au sujet d'être ignoré, car après tout son seul parent vivant avait à peine le temps pour lui. Ou peut-être était-il juste un jugement inutile basé sur le manque apparent d'étiquette de base de la fille. Lin est resté silencieux, mâchant sur sa lèvre inférieure alors qu'il regardait le sol de façon démente. Sa faible tentative de s'intégrer avec ces enfants ne semblait pas aller trop bien.

Name: Xiao Lin (His name is Chinese, so his given name is Lin and his surname is Xiao) Age: 11 Year: 1st Element: Air Parents: Xiao Tai (Father) Xiao Yun (Mother, deceased) Appearance: Typical dress: Casual. Jeans and t-shirts, occasionally a jacket. Notably, he hates wearing shoes and will often go without them. Favorite weapon: Prefers not to use violence, but he carries a switchblade. Hometown: Shanghai, China Non-Elemental talent: Lin is good with languages. He can speak English, French and Italian on top of his native Mandarin, and knows sign language as well

Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Orithius a regardé les autres dans la pièce. Ils semblaient parler entre eux d'une manière franche et en avant qui le rendait à la fois mal à l'aise et curieux. Les conversations semblaient manquer de direction, arriver rapidement et se disperser tout aussi vite. Ils poseraient des questions inutiles qui n'avaient guère de sens, ou des questions qui semblaient avoir des réponses si évidentes qu'elles semblaient à peine valoir l'effort. Il s'efforça de ne pas s'en prendre à eux, en hurlant poliment quand elle le présenta aux autres. Il prit l'un des sièges qu'elle lui offrit, mais s'assura de prendre celui qui s'éloignait le plus de l'endroit où le groupe s'était uni. En écoutant sans esprit, il tapait ses doigts sur la table- répétant sans esprit le mouvement principal de l'arabesque encore et encore, avant qu'il ne réalise ce qu'il faisait. Il a posé sa main à plat sur la table et a fermé les yeux pendant un moment. Il a imaginé sa tasse de café préférée à la maison, actuellement remplie et étant maintenue au chaud par la machine à café. Le moment suivant, un petit sigil sur la coupe brillait, avant qu'il disparaisse et réapparaisse à côté de sa paume plate sur le bureau. Il a ramassé la tasse à vapeur et a regardé les autres, en restant silencieux pendant qu'ils s'accrochaient. Il ferma les yeux et sourit légèrement en prenant une gorgée réconfortante.

Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Gender: Male Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Earth Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people. Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior. Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other. Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation. Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble. History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence. Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life. This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored. By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time. Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases.

Rosalie Von Kruger Rattraper des amis, c'était sympa. Tout le monde parlait de ce qu'ils avaient fait pendant les vacances d'été. Il n'a pas fallu attendre que Rosalie se fasse sucer dans la conversation jusqu'à ce qu'elle remarque que Orithius était éloigné du groupe, il avait même conjuré une tasse de café. Avant qu'elle ne puisse dire quoi que ce soit, le professeur a commencé la classe et elle n'avait donc d'autre choix que de se retourner et de prêter attention. "Bienvenue à Advance Magical Defense blah blah blah j'ai de grandes attentes de vos étudiants plus âgés blah blah..." La classe était tellement ennuyeux qu'elle ne pouvait pas se concentrer assez longtemps pour obtenir 5 mots en. La prochaine classe était censée « contrôler votre élément », mais comme elle était en avance sur la classe, elle et quelques autres ont reçu la permission d'utiliser la période comme une occasion de bénévolat pour gagner un crédit supplémentaire dans n'importe quelle autre classe. (Bien sûr, ce crédit supplémentaire va vers MD). Elle a choisi d'être une assistante enseignante dans les classes de 1-2 ans, aidant de nouveaux élèves avec leurs éléments. Elle regarde Orithius qui était concentré sur le professeur et a pensé "Peut-être qu'il sera plus facile pour lui d'interagir avec la première année." Elle a réfléchi si elle profitait de cette occasion pour se faire des amis de première année pour une fois puisque la plupart de ses amis étaient de la même classe ou plus.

Name: Rosalie Von Kruger (Her real last name is Seltzer) Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Water Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses. Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want. Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity. Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them.

Amélia Averyonnna Amelia a froncé comme les événements se sont déroulés avant elle. Le garçon qui s'est présenté comme Lin donnait une aura plutôt en colère et cela rendait Amelia plutôt nerveux d'interagir avec lui. Elle avait vu de quoi les gens étaient capables quand ils étaient en colère et elle n'avait aucun intérêt à voir quelque chose comme ça à nouveau. Quand le garçon a parlé, elle a réalisé que quelque chose était différent de lui, car il n'avait pas l'air de quelqu'un qu'elle avait entendu auparavant. Avant de s'attarder sur cela, un autre garçon s'est approché et a commencé à leur parler, se présentant avant de s'adresser à Lin. Celui-ci avait aussi l'air bizarre et ça l'a confondue. C'était peut-être un truc de mec? Honnêtement, elle ne savait pas. Revenant à Lin alors qu'il répondait à la question qui lui était posée, elle ne pouvait plus s'empêcher de sentir que le garçon était plutôt en colère contre quelque chose. Cette attitude hostile semblait avoir un effet sur Lunaria, qui se leva rapidement et commença à partir. Se demandant pourquoi c'était, Amelia a rapidement fait entrer son eau devant Lunaria avant de le façonner à nouveau. Pourquoi partez-vous? Tu n'es pas venu pour parler? il lisait. Après avoir donné une seconde à Lunaria pour la lire, Amelia a fait revenir l'eau à elle avant de la faire former une flèche qui pointait sur les deux garçons qui tournait alors en une question innocente, bien qu'elle ait été prudente avec son libellé afin d'éviter de bouleverser quiconque. Pourquoi êtes-vous différents?

Name: Amelia Alison Averyonna Age: 11 Gender: Female Year: 1st Element: Water Parents: Unknown Appearence: Typical dress: Amelia will typically wear whatever cloths to academy has provided her without complaint, though she has a preference for t-shirts and jeans, as she hates how exposed skirts make her feel. She often has a bottle of water at her side, to use as a means of communication and wears little to nothing as in the form of accessories. She also doesn't wear make-up, letting her natural beauty shine. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): Not a fan of combat, Amelia will rely on her wits and her powers if forced in a combat scenario. Hometown: Allentown, PA Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Amelia has an abnormally high amount of luck, surviving on the streets for most of her life without having to resort to drastic measures and despite having poor health. Amelia also has a keen sense of hearing, picking up on sounds most others might miss. Background Amelia was born with the worst hand life could throw at her. She was a born mute, had a weak immune system, and was put into foster care before she could even have any memories of her parents. She was moved from home to home through much of her infancy, the foster parents unable to support her constant health needs, as it seemed as soon as she got over one illness, she would get struck with another. Eventually, while still only five years old, the girl ran away from her latest foster home and into the streets. She was tired of feeling unwanted and tired of changing homes several times a year. So, she decided to just get away from it all and if she was to die alone, so be it. She would've died alone and unwanted anyway. While on the streets, the young girl managed to survive through luck and wits, getting out of tough situations. She learned to accept local charity, taking cloths and food when they were provided, and resorting to scavenging when they weren't. Her health never got better and would cripple her from time to time, but she became skilled at holing herself up and staying out of everyone way until she got better. Her life finally took a turn for the better only recently. Sleeping in one of her usually allies and hidden behind a pile of random garbage, she was awaken by the sudden appearance of a bright light. Curious, she cautiously peaked over the items surrounding her and was shocked by what she saw before her. A portal of pure energy, with a woman standing in front of it, looking around the ally, as if searching for something. Amelia slowly hide behind her protection, sure she was imagining things, when she heard the woman approach her. Looking up, she saw the woman looking down at her, a kind, almost pitying smile on her face. The woman explained her purpose was to find and take Amelia to a school for special children, with the power to manipulate some of the elements that made up the world. Amelia, ever the cautious one by this point, was unwilling to go until she has some proof. It took an entire two hours of miscommunication, talking, and pondering, along with a small demonstration of the woman's ability to manipulate earth, to convince Amelia to come along. Now, perhaps she could finally find a home and a place to stay, if at least for a little while.

Pierre Roux C'était donc sa première fois en Europe! Luckie~ Pierre était vraiment curieux de savoir à quoi ressemblait le pays d'origine de la première année et voulait s'en poser davantage en tête-à-tête, mais en ce moment n'était pas exactement le meilleur moment pour cela. "Ajustement de couple, hein? Et bien! Si vous avez besoin d'aide pour les différences culturelles, je suis là pour vous aider! » Il a donné une tape au petit garçon sur le dos avant de s'adresser aux deux autres filles étudiantes. Luna, la fille plus âgée semblait être hors de son élément et a commencé à s'éloigner, seulement pour avoir une main descendue sur son épaule par Pierre, "Oh, ne t'inquiète pas Luna! Tout le monde se présente, pourquoi ne restez-vous pas? » Il a doucement retourné la fille pour faire face aux autres avant de la laisser partir. Juste parce qu'il avait l'habitude d'être sur les mains ne voulait pas dire qu'il était si confortable de toucher une fille pendant plus d'une seconde. En plus, c'était une classe supérieure! Après cela, Pierre a regardé la question dans l'eau : « Hmm, c'est peut-être à cause de la puberté! Nos voix s'amenuisent en fait grâce à la maturité... Ou peut-être que vous parlez de nos accents? » Pierre pointait entre lui et Lin. "Nous avons tous l'air de venir de nombreux endroits différents et avec cela nous avons différentes langues et coutumes!" Le garçon a donné un sourire heureux comme il l'a expliqué.

Name: Pierre Roux Gender: Male Age: 13 Year: 2 Element: Air Parents: Louis and Amanda Roux Appearance: Louis has voluminous straberry blonde hair that reaches the nape of his neck. The boy himself never styles it, just lets the hair do its thing. He sports blue eyes that almost seem turquoise. Pierre is always on his feet and working in the family business gives him a little more strength than the average boy his age. Typical dress: Pierre loves to wear white or red. He usually wears either a v-neck t-shirt and khakis or some kind of hoodie. He doesn't feel like his extremely casual outfits fit in with the rest... but it's the most comfortable. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): A short staff. Hometown: Paris, France Non-Elemental talent: Hearing, he can hear over great distances, even through thick walls. Able to hear things like this, he can pick out footsteps and is usually able to discern who is coming if he has already met them once. History: While his father's home country had always been France, his mother Amanda came from America as a foreigner and they fell in love. His grandfather owned some kind of big corporation and was to make his father Louis his heir, but refused to acknowledge Amanda as his wife. Louis left and eloped with Amanda, saving up enough to open a small bakery on the outskirts of downtown. Pierre grew up in a place full of love and care. He was always interested in helping out with the bakery... as long as he got an extra sample too. It was only later that everyone found out Amanda was an air elemental, the woman that was gentle... yet was always looking off in the distance. Pierre's mother stepped aside and told him about how she was the only air user of her family and she had grown up all the way in Oregon of the United States. But... for some reason Pierre himself had all the qualifications of being an air elemental, but couldn't summon it. The boy was invited up to the academy and started as a first year. There he was made to do summoning classing everyday. He wasn't exactly a protege when it came to using his powers. Somedays he just couldn't summon air at all and others he couldn't stop it from causing destruction everywhere. After a year's worth of practicing. He was able to contain it to a small dosage, but this left him behind the class in power. Unlike the other people of his elemental, Pierre loves people and never seems to mind his own business. He can get really homesick sometimes, but the boy is always trying to fill up his time with fun.

Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Orithius écouta le conférencier avec un niveau d'ennui presque palpable. De toute évidence, ils étaient indulgents envers les personnes d'un niveau inférieur, parce qu'il semblait s'agir d'une simple réapparition des années précédentes et de quelques explorations provisoires sur la façon dont ces mesures défensives pourraient être intégrées de manière nouvelle et novatrice, de manière à coïncider et à rester pertinentes dans un contexte moderne en constante évolution. La plupart des idées qu'ils ont fournies étaient impossibles, ou se traduiraient par des formes très inefficaces - soit l'enseignant était un abruti, soit il testait si quelqu'un allait ou non l'appeler pour ses conneries. Orithius espérait que c'était ce dernier, parce que si ce n'était pas alors il allait devoir enregistrer une plainte formelle. Il soupira et s'assit dans sa chaise, regardant à nouveau la fille - Rosalie -. Elle semblait ne pas prêter beaucoup d'attention. Cependant, compte tenu de ses notes, il a supposé que c'était moins par ennui informé, et surtout à cause du désintérêt. Elle voulait être amie. Des amis informels. Cela n'avait toujours aucun sens pour lui, mais il a essayé de garder l'esprit ouvert. Peut-être qu'il devrait l'inviter à la maison. Est-ce qu'elle pourrait? Il y avait une petite chance qu'elle soit débordée, comme d'autres personnes semblaient l'être. Embrasser le cul de son père et de sa mère quand ils finiront par venir. Puis encore une fois, il a juste l'intention de l'utiliser pour faciliter ses propres besoins sociaux... si elle l'utilisait pour promouvoir ses propres objectifs financiers ou politiques - pourrait-il la juger? Probablement pas. "M. Wyrmwood, la réponse s'il vous plaît." Orithius regarda le maître de conférences, puis au conseil d'administration, et nota quelques notes sur les théories de Last-Resort pour paralyser vos ennemis lorsque vos stagnes défensifs ont échoué. Cramponner votre ennemi pour vous donner une chance de restructurer votre défense... "Politique de la terre brûlée? Si vos défenses ont été paralysées, utilisez la force pour interrompre la source de l'attaque de l'ennemi - c.-à-d. couper leur connexion à leur élément, paralyser leur capacité à l'utiliser, etc. Bien que cela puisse sembler comme un stratagème purement offensant - puisque nous parlons de derniers-resorts, le temps qui en résultera vous obtiendrez comme votre adversaire essaie de reconstruire leurs mesures offensives, vous aidera à rétablir une défense cohérente ou envisager la retraite. Est-ce suffisant? » Orithius regarda avec un sourcil levé, prenant une autre gorgée de son café. Le conférencier a écrit quelques points avant de continuer. Orithius soupira et continua à écouter un peu plus attentivement.

Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Gender: Male Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Earth Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people. Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior. Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other. Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation. Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble. History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence. Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life. This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored. By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time. Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases.

Lunaria était sur le point de partir s'asseoir ailleurs quand une combinaison des mots de Pierre et Amelia lui a dit de revenir. Ça l'a rendue encore plus nerveuse, mais si elles s'intéressaient à ce qu'elle avait à dire, ça ne devrait pas être si mal. Se retourner autour de tout le monde semblait avoir dit un peu sur d'où ils venaient à l'origine, donc à son tour Lunaria a décidé de donner son histoire. "Eh bien... Je suis venu à l'étranger... en provenance des États-Unis... c'est ma 4e année ici, mais... Je ne sais pas si je me sens juste... Awkward... Quand je parle aux autres... » Elle ne voulait pas trop se donner sur elle-même, ce qui rendrait les choses plus difficiles pour elle-même, le moins qu'elle puisse faire est d'aider la question avec Lin. "L-écouter... Lin, c'est ça? Je ne sais pas si je... Ça t'a offensé d'une façon ou d'une autre... Mais si c'est le cas... Je suis désolé pour ça..." elle s'inclina la tête à la fin, elle ne voulait vraiment pas que ses premières interactions avec les gens aillent mal pour elle. Elle a dû au moins faire des connaissances cette année.

Name: Lunaria "Luna" Carr Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: 4th Element: Time Parents: Mason and Jennifer Carr Height: 5'6" Weight: 117 lbs Lunaria was born on the night of a lovely crescent moon in late November, hence her unique name. She was rather reserved in her early years, preferring to talk only with her family members and no one else. She is also rather slow moving despite her athletic physique, which lead to her being late to a number of things, such as school, family meetings, etc. However, when she was eight years old, she discovered her ability to manipulate time, a trait that her father passed down to her. After the discovery of her powers, it almost seemed like she was in two places at once, moving from one spot to another in a matter of mere seconds. Lunaria could be as lazy and slow as she wanted, as time was literally on her side. Anytime she wanted some peace to nap or doodle in her notebook, she would pause time to do it. It wasn't long until the Academy noticed her manipulation of time and invited her to stay and learn there. Lunaria is in her 4th year now, a combination of good rest and talent allowed her to come this far and she isn't stopping anytime soon. She's never late for class and is always the first one or at least one of the first to arrive in class. Everything is going well for her so far, the only thing that would make it better would be a boyfriend, or some manner of friend, someone Lunaria could actually have a chat with. Typical Dress: Lunaria has a habit of wearing shirts that have sleeves that cover the entirety of her arms and hands, particularly her lavender sweater, which has a stiched together right sleeve that at least goes past her hand by a few inches. She mostly wears shorts along with her shirts and also carries around a small, brown satchel that's filled with odds and ends. Favorite Weapon: Lunaria carries around a black grimoire, a gift from her father, wherever she goes. This grimoire is filled with an assortment of illusory spells that Lunaria can use to confuse and disorient those she casts them on. The book has a store of magic in it that recharges over time, so Lunaria can't simply spam spells whenever she wants. Hometown: North Dakota, US Non-Elemental Talent: Lunaria has a knack for seeing the unseen, meaning that she is able to tell the difference between a real wall/door and an illusory one.

Simon Algard Tandis que la plupart des élèves passaient leur temps à se mêler, à flirter ou simplement à s'acclimater, Simon évita le chaos et se dirigea vers l'endroit où il se sentait le plus à la maison : la bibliothèque. Ce qu'il détestait le plus d'être loin de l'académie, c'est qu'il était coupé des vastes réserves de connaissances qui étaient à sa disposition. En dehors de l'école, il avait déjà créé un programme de lecture pour lui-même et connaissait déjà les livres qu'il voulait pour sa première semaine d'école. En plus de ses lectures, bien sûr. En sortant de la bibliothèque, il se sentait comme un cheval de bataille. Ses sacs contenaient encore tous les livres dont il aurait besoin pour ses cours, ainsi que sa nouvelle collection d'enregistrements qu'il n'avait pas le temps de déposer dans sa chambre. Simon aimait ses livres, mais il voulait juste que le papier ne soit pas si lourd. "Si j'étais un élément de l'air, ça résoudrait tant de problèmes..." il s'est brouillé à lui-même alors qu'il passait un groupe d'étudiants de différents âges qui traînaient à une table.

Name: Simon Algard Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Fire Parents and backstory: Simon never knew much about his biological parents. From what he understood, his mother was very young, and his father was a deadbeat that left her unable to care for a child. He was brought up in an orphanage, and the closest he had to actual parents was the orphanage staff. He was a reserved child and kept to himself, but he formed a bond with a woman there named Teresa, who taught him to read and always brought him new books to nurture his apparent intelligence. Teresa was a teacher as well as a mother for Simon, and he is one of the few people he actually cares about. He was, unfortunately, never adopted, and so spent all of his childhood in the orphanage until he was summoned by the academy to hone his talents. Appearence: Typical dress: Inexpensive clothing. A single-colored T-shirt and some slacks or jeans. Simon doesn’t have the money for fashionable outfits. Favorite weapon: Words. Simon would rather talk his way out of a situation than resort to physical violence. However, he is not beyond verbal lashings. If you do something stupid, he will call you on it. He may call out the futility of your efforts, he may simply insult you. Or, he may decide to use sophisticated rhetoric to convince you to do his bidding. Either way, Simon is more of a speaker than a fighter. Hometown: London, England Non-Elemental talent: Studying. Simon has a ton of book smarts. Give him a piece of information, and he is great at memorizing, comprehending, and analyzing it. He knows how to research information as well, and always seems to find what he is looking for.

Tijd Mágos - Non, c'est pas vrai. Après avoir couru dans les couloirs et bâillonné sa première classe (défense non magique), Tijd est allée à Contrôler votre Element, qui au moins semblait assez intéressant pour survivre sans s'endormir. Sur le devant de la pièce, il y avait deux 6 ans. L'un d'eux, la fille, semblait plus à la maison que le garçon qui se tenait à côté d'elle. Le garçon qu'elle a reconnu... Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood. Tijd a laissé un soupir de soulagement quand la fille a commencé à parler.

Name:Tijd Mágos Age:11 Gender:Female Year:1 Element:Water Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people. Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9". Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well. Hometown: Dover, England Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage.

Rosalie Von Kruger Première période traînée pour toujours, Rosalie a décidé qu'il était préférable pour elle de faire attention. En fin de compte, ça n'aiderait pas sa note si elle n'écoutait pas ce que le professeur avait à dire. Orithius a répondu à la question posée avec une telle grâce Rosalie était un peu jalouse. Elle était une étudiante polyvalente pour la plupart. Beaucoup de fois, elle a fait son travail avant les autres et a réussi ses cours. Elle ne savait pas pourquoi c'était Magical Defense qui l'avait retenue. Après ce qui semblait être un siècle, la première période se termine et ils commencent à passer à la deuxième période. Rosalie ne savait pas quelle classe Orithius avait ensuite, mais elle ne voulait pas être en retard le premier jour d'être assistante enseignante. On supposait qu'il y avait une autre personne qui se joignait à elle, de sorte qu'elle ne voulait pas qu'ils aient une mauvaise impression d'elle. Elle se dirige vers Orithius et se dirige vers la classe suivante. En arrivant à la classe, le nombre d'années était un peu écrasant. Quand elle se tourna pour voir Orithius passer par la porte, elle fut à la fois surprise et soulagée. C'était un peu réconfortant qu'elle n'était pas seule et qu'elle avait quelqu'un sur qui compter. Les cloches sonnent pour la deuxième période pour commencer et elle se tourne donc vers la classe en attendant qu'ils lui donnent le silence pour parler. "Bonjour les premières années, bienvenue à "Contrôler votre élément". Je m'appelle Rosalie Von Kruger et je serai l'un de vos mentors pour cette classe. Donc, si jamais vous avez des problèmes, même en dehors de la classe, n'ayez pas peur de vous adresser à moi." Elle leur donne un sourire avant de le remettre à Orithius.

Name: Rosalie Von Kruger (Her real last name is Seltzer) Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Water Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses. Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want. Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity. Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them.

Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Orithius se tenait tranquillement, écoutant les enfants se faufiler un murmure de temps en temps, tandis que Rose tentait de transmettre la bonté et l'ouverture et le soutien général aux jeunes. Il se sentait légèrement mal à l'aise. Puis elle a cessé de parler et s'est tournée vers lui. Il ne s'y attendait pas. Merde son père pour l'avoir signé pour ça... "Je suis Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood - J'aiderai mon collègue dans cette entreprise. Bien que vous n'ayez peut-être qu'une compréhension limitée du travail, j'apprécierais que vous indiquiez où exactement votre compréhension a cessé, souvent avec un concept ou une phrase - afin que nous puissions vous aider d'une manière aussi rapide et efficace que possible. Bien qu'il n'y ait peut-être rien comme une question stupide - il existe une question inutile. Considérez vos questions à l'avance, s'il vous plaît." Son ton ne tenait aucun de la gentillesse que Rose avait, mais il était ferme et confiant. Son visage est resté impassible alors qu'il mémorisait leurs visages et leurs sièges - ne serait-ce que pour éviter des introductions inutiles plus tard.

Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Gender: Male Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Earth Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people. Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior. Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other. Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation. Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble. History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence. Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life. This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored. By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time. Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases.

Amélia Averyonna Amelia écoutait Lunaria et Pierre pendant qu'ils parlaient. Ce que Pierre a dit l'intéressait surtout, bien que la plupart, sinon la totalité de sa réponse à sa question, aient survolé sa tête. Peut-être qu'elle devrait regarder ça plus tard, quand elle aura eu le temps. S'approchant d'une horloge à proximité, elle vit l'heure et se leva très rapidement avec un regard d'alarme sur son visage. Son eau a rapidement formé la raison de cette alarme avant de revenir dans sa bouteille et elle a rapidement vissé le bouchon à nouveau avant de décoller. Cours. Il faut se dépêcher. A tout à l'heure? Elle s'est précipitée dans les couloirs, trouvant son chemin jusqu'à la salle de classe quelques secondes avant qu'elle ne commence enfin et a pris le siège aussi loin de l'avant de la pièce qu'elle le pouvait. Quand il a finalement commencé, deux enseignants se sont présentés. La première était une fille plus âgée avec la même couleur des yeux et des cheveux qu'Amelia, qui semblait amicale et qui a abandonné ce qu'Amelia ne pouvait supposer qu'une ambiance maternelle. La seconde était un garçon qu'elle devinait être le même âge avec les cheveux noirs et les yeux d'or, qu'elle a trouvé à la fois effrayant et intéressant en même temps. Ils ont tous deux demandé si quelqu'un avait des questions et ce qu'ils savaient sur le contrôle à l'élément, auquel Amelia se sentait complètement entaché. Elle savait déplacer son eau et la façonner, qui étaient les bases, mais elle n'était pas sûre de ce qu'il y avait d'autre à savoir. Elle ne connaissait ses pouvoirs que depuis un mois.

Name: Amelia Alison Averyonna Age: 11 Gender: Female Year: 1st Element: Water Parents: Unknown Appearence: Typical dress: Amelia will typically wear whatever cloths to academy has provided her without complaint, though she has a preference for t-shirts and jeans, as she hates how exposed skirts make her feel. She often has a bottle of water at her side, to use as a means of communication and wears little to nothing as in the form of accessories. She also doesn't wear make-up, letting her natural beauty shine. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): Not a fan of combat, Amelia will rely on her wits and her powers if forced in a combat scenario. Hometown: Allentown, PA Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Amelia has an abnormally high amount of luck, surviving on the streets for most of her life without having to resort to drastic measures and despite having poor health. Amelia also has a keen sense of hearing, picking up on sounds most others might miss. Background Amelia was born with the worst hand life could throw at her. She was a born mute, had a weak immune system, and was put into foster care before she could even have any memories of her parents. She was moved from home to home through much of her infancy, the foster parents unable to support her constant health needs, as it seemed as soon as she got over one illness, she would get struck with another. Eventually, while still only five years old, the girl ran away from her latest foster home and into the streets. She was tired of feeling unwanted and tired of changing homes several times a year. So, she decided to just get away from it all and if she was to die alone, so be it. She would've died alone and unwanted anyway. While on the streets, the young girl managed to survive through luck and wits, getting out of tough situations. She learned to accept local charity, taking cloths and food when they were provided, and resorting to scavenging when they weren't. Her health never got better and would cripple her from time to time, but she became skilled at holing herself up and staying out of everyone way until she got better. Her life finally took a turn for the better only recently. Sleeping in one of her usually allies and hidden behind a pile of random garbage, she was awaken by the sudden appearance of a bright light. Curious, she cautiously peaked over the items surrounding her and was shocked by what she saw before her. A portal of pure energy, with a woman standing in front of it, looking around the ally, as if searching for something. Amelia slowly hide behind her protection, sure she was imagining things, when she heard the woman approach her. Looking up, she saw the woman looking down at her, a kind, almost pitying smile on her face. The woman explained her purpose was to find and take Amelia to a school for special children, with the power to manipulate some of the elements that made up the world. Amelia, ever the cautious one by this point, was unwilling to go until she has some proof. It took an entire two hours of miscommunication, talking, and pondering, along with a small demonstration of the woman's ability to manipulate earth, to convince Amelia to come along. Now, perhaps she could finally find a home and a place to stay, if at least for a little while.

Tijd Mágos et ---- Tijd a failli rire à haute voix. Orithius avait été raide, formelle, et très rappelant ses tuteurs, tandis que Rose avait été calme et apaisante et gentille. Elle a failli crier : "Salut!" à Orithius, mais a décidé contre elle à la fin, paraissant trop peu formelle pour les deux de leurs goûts. Tijd a essayé de faire attention, mais comme il s'est avéré, elle en savait beaucoup de ses tuteurs élémentaires. Malgré ses efforts, Tijd s'est endormie.

Name:Tijd Mágos Age:11 Gender:Female Year:1 Element:Water Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people. Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9". Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well. Hometown: Dover, England Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage.

Rosalie Von Kruger ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rosalie n'a pas été surprise par l'introduction d'Orithius à la classe, il était raisonnable d'avoir quelqu'un à l'autre bout du spectre. Bien qu'il était agréable pour les élèves d'avoir quelqu'un avec qui ils peuvent se connecter et être à l'aise autour, il devrait également y avoir des limites. C'est une école après tout. Néanmoins, elle était heureuse d'aider les jeunes élèves. Ce n'était que le premier jour de cours, donc ils étaient en train de passer en revue les bases, mais Rosalie n'a pas pu s'empêcher de remarquer quelques étudiants qui s'évanouissaient. L'une d'elles, une femme, dormait. Alors qu'Orithius était au milieu d'expliquer un sujet, Rosalie est allée dans son sac et a sorti une bouteille d'eau. Personne ne se souciait d'elle, car la plupart auraient cru qu'elle allait s'hydrater. Mais elle avait des plans différents. En marchant vers la fille, la tête baissée, tout le monde s'est arrêté pour voir ce que Rosalie faisait. En dévissant le bouchon, elle tenait la bouteille d'une main et l'autre commençait à en retirer l'eau et lévitait une petite quantité au-dessus de la tête de la fille. Certains élèves riaient, mais Rosalie avait un regard moins joyeux sur son visage. Elle a laissé tomber l'eau, éclaboussant la tête de la fille. Il y avait des étudiants qui ont éclaté en rire mais Rosalie leur a tiré un éclat avant de retourner à l'avant de la pièce. "Je suis désolé si je vous ai donné la mauvaise impression que vous pouvez être si à l'aise autour de moi que de s'endormir ou de s'endormir. Je veux être gentil, mais je vais mettre ton apprentissage au-dessus de tout. Avant que je sois ton ami, je suis ton mentor. Même si vous savez les choses de base, il est irrespectueux d'ignorer ce qu'Orithius et moi devons vous enseigner." Rosalie s'est sentie un peu mal à leur parler ainsi, et en utilisant la fille comme un exemple, mais pendant ses 6 années ici, elle a appris que les gens ont besoin d'apprendre la manière dure.

Name: Rosalie Von Kruger (Her real last name is Seltzer) Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Water Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses. Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want. Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity. Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them.

Tijd Mágos et ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tijd s'assit alors que l'eau de frezage était déversée sur sa tête. "Désolé," dit-elle, et ensuite se mit à répéter, mot pour mot, ce que Orithius venait de dire. Elle a lévité l'eau de sa tête et dans une balle et l'a déposée sur le sol. "Je ne voulais pas, Mlle Von Kruger, et je sais qu'il n'y a aucune excuse pour s'endormir en classe. Si vous voulez, je pourrais m'arranger pour que mon assistant envoie des papiers à votre assistant..."Tijd s'enfuit.

Name:Tijd Mágos Age:11 Gender:Female Year:1 Element:Water Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people. Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9". Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well. Hometown: Dover, England Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage.

Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Orithius a levé son sourcil à l'exposition... Ce n'était pas quelque chose qu'il attendait de Rosalie. La réaction snide de l'enfant, alors qu'elle lui rappelait de lui-même, l'a aussi un peu énervé - un sentiment étranger de protection de son soi-disant nouvel ami qu'il croyait. Il a marché vers les deux - "Miss Mágos - tandis que vos compétences sont... adéquates pour votre niveau - il est inconvenant d'un étudiant d'offrir une fausse contrition. En outre - snideness ne fonctionne que lorsque vous êtes vraiment le plus intelligent dans la pièce. (Il se pencha légèrement vers l'avant, et leva un sourcil vers elle, avant de se tourner vers Rosalie.) Néanmoins, je suis sûr qu'un léger coup sur l'épaule aurait suffi. Alors que je suis nouveau dans ce domaine, l'humiliation publique sert rarement au sein d'institutions telles que celles-ci. (Il se leva de nouveau jusqu'à sa pleine hauteur, et regarda les autres étudiants dans la pièce) Continuons, il nous reste encore quelques minutes. Des questions?" Il est revenu à l'endroit où il était assis près de l'avant.

Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood Gender: Male Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Earth Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people. Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior. Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other. Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation. Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble. History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence. Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life. This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored. By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time. Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases.

Pierre Roux Il sourit à Luna avec approbation, ce qui était un peu étrange puisqu'il était un peu plus jeune que la fille. "Voilà! Maintenant, je pense que nous devrions tous mettre de côté les sentiments négatifs et devenir amis", Lin semblait encore avoir l'air un peu pissé, mais il n'y avait pas grand chose que Pierre pouvait faire pour interférer plus, cela ne devrait être résolu qu'entre les deux étudiants. Il a fait un pas en arrière, voulant discuter un peu plus avec Amelia, bien que ce soit un peu gênant de parler avec l'eau, quand il a vu un autre élève. Le garçon avait beaucoup trop de livres à porter à la fois! Pierre, étant la personne sociale super qu'il était, était sur le point d'aller aider le pauvre gars, il devait être un haut-classe par le regard de lui, quand Pierre s'est soudainement arrêté lui-même. Pierre ne pouvait rien faire pour aider le pauvre adolescent parce qu'il ne pouvait même pas créer une lueur d'air aujourd'hui! Découragé, il a laissé l'autre garçon seul, se sentant un peu honteux, au moins Pierre n'était pas allé jusqu'à offrir son aide. Soudain, Amelia se leva rapidement et surprit Pierre avec le reste du groupe. Curieusement, elle a écrit un message avec son eau au sujet de la classe... Oh mon dieu. Quelle heure était-il? Avec son propre regard d'alarme, Pierre a cherché l'horloge que l'utilisateur d'eau avait regardé et trouvé qu'il n'était pas si étonnamment en retard pour sa classe. Ce serait sa deuxième fois qu'il le prend depuis qu'il est venu à cette école... "Je dois me dépêcher aussi! Au revoir! Avec un rapide adieu à Lin et Luna, Pierre sortit de la bibliothèque et de la salle de classe pour contrôler votre élément. Même si Pierre n'avait commencé à courir qu'un peu de temps après Amelia, il était encore plusieurs fois plus tard que l'utilisateur de l'eau. N'ayant pas vu la conversation entre Rosalie et Tijd la 1ère année, il a couru dans le couloir et a fait un pas dans la pièce, son visage un désordre embarrassé et lourd car il avait l'air assez désolé sans raconter son histoire. "E-Excuse-moi! Je suis désolée d'être en retard! J'ai aidé quelques nouveaux arrivants et... ce n'est pas une excuse. Je suis Pierre Roux, 2ème année d'air élémentaire! » Il a dit tout cela en apparemment une phrase et s'est précipité pour un siège dans la deuxième rangée.

Name: Pierre Roux Gender: Male Age: 13 Year: 2 Element: Air Parents: Louis and Amanda Roux Appearance: Louis has voluminous straberry blonde hair that reaches the nape of his neck. The boy himself never styles it, just lets the hair do its thing. He sports blue eyes that almost seem turquoise. Pierre is always on his feet and working in the family business gives him a little more strength than the average boy his age. Typical dress: Pierre loves to wear white or red. He usually wears either a v-neck t-shirt and khakis or some kind of hoodie. He doesn't feel like his extremely casual outfits fit in with the rest... but it's the most comfortable. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): A short staff. Hometown: Paris, France Non-Elemental talent: Hearing, he can hear over great distances, even through thick walls. Able to hear things like this, he can pick out footsteps and is usually able to discern who is coming if he has already met them once. History: While his father's home country had always been France, his mother Amanda came from America as a foreigner and they fell in love. His grandfather owned some kind of big corporation and was to make his father Louis his heir, but refused to acknowledge Amanda as his wife. Louis left and eloped with Amanda, saving up enough to open a small bakery on the outskirts of downtown. Pierre grew up in a place full of love and care. He was always interested in helping out with the bakery... as long as he got an extra sample too. It was only later that everyone found out Amanda was an air elemental, the woman that was gentle... yet was always looking off in the distance. Pierre's mother stepped aside and told him about how she was the only air user of her family and she had grown up all the way in Oregon of the United States. But... for some reason Pierre himself had all the qualifications of being an air elemental, but couldn't summon it. The boy was invited up to the academy and started as a first year. There he was made to do summoning classing everyday. He wasn't exactly a protege when it came to using his powers. Somedays he just couldn't summon air at all and others he couldn't stop it from causing destruction everywhere. After a year's worth of practicing. He was able to contain it to a small dosage, but this left him behind the class in power. Unlike the other people of his elemental, Pierre loves people and never seems to mind his own business. He can get really homesick sometimes, but the boy is always trying to fill up his time with fun.

Et je pense que c'est tout... Toutes mes excuses à Tijd pour t'avoir mis dans ce pétrin, Lol. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tijd Mágos -- Maléfique, demanda Tijd. "Comment ça? C'était une excuse sincère, et je suis vraiment désolé si elle est apparue comme quelque chose d'autre. Je semble détruire la classe, donc je vais partir et revenir plus tard pour demander après la punition appropriée, comme obtenir de l'eau versé sur votre tête semble être un réveil, plutôt qu'une punition." Avec ces mots, Tijd sortit de la salle de classe après la 2e année excitée. En respirant profondément, elle a attendu en dehors de la salle de classe. Dans quelques instants, la cloche sonna. Elle a utilisé un peu d'eau pour propulser un temps de réunion sous la porte de l'AT. Pour le reste de la journée, elle a gardé son capot. À la 7ème période, elle avait presque oublié les événements du début de la journée. Bien sûr, elle s'était assise seule au déjeuner, mais ce n'était pas trop inhabituel. Mais tout est revenu en classe pour les Elémentalistes de l'Eau. La classe était de la 1ère à la 8ème année, et il y avait des sections séparées. Malheureusement pour Tijd, elle était assise à côté de Rosalie.

Name:Tijd Mágos Age:11 Gender:Female Year:1 Element:Water Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people. Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9". Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best. Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well. Hometown: Dover, England Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage.

Rosalie Von Kruger Le reste du jour après la 2ème période s'envola comme Rosalie prétendait ignorer la débâcle qui s'était produite. Le déjeuner était trop excentrique même pour elle, car tout le monde qu'elle connaissait rattrape ce qu'ils avaient fait au cours de la pause. Elle a essayé de trouver Orthius pour les rejoindre mais il n'était nulle part en vue. La salle d'étude était probablement la plus paisible qu'elle ait jamais eue tout au long de la journée, mais elle est arrivée à la 7ème période. Voir 7ème période était un mélange de toutes les notes en une seule classe selon votre élément. Elle aurait dû voir la fille de l'eau endormie de la 2ème période plus probablement à nouveau. Elle s'assit et fit signe à certains de ses amis qui étaient assis dans d'autres sections. Elle était trop occupée à leur parler de l'autre côté de la pièce qu'elle n'a même pas remarqué que Tijd prenait place à côté d'elle.

Name: Rosalie Von Kruger (Her real last name is Seltzer) Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: 6th Element: Water Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses. Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want. Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity. Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them.

Maximum Tu t'es réveillée au sommet d'un lit de mousse. La mousse qui vous entoure est chantée. Ta tête est brumeuse et tu réalises que tu es entouré d'arbres. Des rayons de lumière shootent à travers les hautes feuilles des arbres, vous entourent dans des rubans. Une fille entre dans votre vision une seconde après que vos yeux ont pris la lumière réfléchie de votre épée fidèle. Elle a l'air d'avoir environ dix-huit ans et elle est habillée d'une chemise de nuit tachée. Elle sourit faiblement et s'évanouit un peu. "Bonjour. Avez-vous vu le magasin? Je me suis perdu en allant au magasin. J'avais besoin d'acheter de la farine pour le gâteau d'anniversaire de mon meilleur ami."

Name:Louis Bordel Gender:Male Age:26 Background:A soldier turned mercenary. Weapon type: shield and sword, daggers. Location: Desert Stats (You get 5 points, show what traits your character excels at)- Strength:2 Dexterity:0 Toughness:1 Agility:1 Intelligence:1

Louis Tu te réveilles avec un mal de tête sous un arbre à feuilles brunes. Il semble vous ombrer de la lumière dure que vous regardez à travers un sol plat et sablonneux aussi loin que les yeux peuvent voir. Surtout. En regardant autour de vous, vous pouvez voir deux amas d'Ombres le long de l'horizon: un arrondi à l'est, basé sur le soleil levant, et quelques "blocs" au sud. Vous remarquez une petite épée enterrée dans l'arbre qui vous assombrit et un bouclier en bois de la taille de votre torse. Un arbre à quelques mètres de là a une ombre qui semble grandir... non, s'approchant... vous. Vite. On dirait un enfant. Une dizaine. On ne peut pas dire au genre à partir de cette distance, mais on peut voir que ce sont des vêtements très déchirés et déchirés. Vous l'entendez alors : de l'eau. À côté de votre arbre, de l'autre côté, est une petite source d'eau bouillonnant du sol. En regardant en arrière l'enfant de l'ombre, vous voyez que sa direction semble plus logiquement orientée vers le printemps que vous, mais ses yeux sont verrouillés sur vous, comme pour vous défier de l'arrêter. Le visage a l'air mâle, mais on dirait qu'il porte une grande tunique en tissu ou un poncho.

Name:Louis Bordel Gender:Male Age:26 Background:A soldier turned mercenary. Weapon type: shield and sword, daggers. Location: Desert Stats (You get 5 points, show what traits your character excels at)- Strength:2 Dexterity:0 Toughness:1 Agility:1 Intelligence:1

Louis, il s'est réveillé et il n'était pas très heureux. "Bloody flowering, mal de tête..." Il murmurait dans le dégoût. Il prit alors une moisson de ce qui se trouvait autour de lui, et il remarqua une épée dans un arbre. Il sourit comme l'arme familière, était à portée de main. Il se leva jusqu'à ses pieds et mit les deux mains sur la nuque de l'épée et s'y mit, pour la libérer. Louis s'éloigne encore de l'épée, jette un coup d'œil autour de lui et attrape la vue d'une source juste à côté de lui, et il sourit encore plus largement alors à l'épée. Je pourrais rester ici pendant des jours, avec autant d'eau. Il a alors remarqué, un enfant qui s'approchait? C'était difficile à dire à distance et il semblait qu'il était après l'eau. Louis grogne. "Reste en arrière, l'eau est à moi", a-t-il averti, tout en essayant de libérer l'épée stupide.

Name:Louis Bordel Gender:Male Age:26 Background:A soldier turned mercenary. Weapon type: shield and sword, daggers. Location: Desert Stats (You get 5 points, show what traits your character excels at)- Strength:2 Dexterity:0 Toughness:1 Agility:1 Intelligence:1

Max se leva rapidement aux pieds dans son état désorienté. -- Où, où suis-je? Il pensait à lui-même. La verdure semblait assez belle, mais il ne se souvenait pas d'être venu dans cette partie de la forêt. "Mon épée." Max dit heureux. Il va le récupérer quand une fille entre dans son champ de vision. Un peu innervé, Max gèle en place. "Je n'ai pas vu le magasin. Que fais-tu ici?" Max répond à sa question alors qu'il essaie de se diriger vers son épée.

Name: Dax Gender: M Age: 26 Background: A very prominent kendo instructor. Weapon type: Sword & Bow (If only one type allowed, sword) Location: Forest Stats (You get 5 points, show what traits your character excels at)- Strength: Dexterity: 2 Toughness: 1 Agility: 1 Intelligence: 1

Maximum Vous atteignez votre épée alors que la jeune fille s'endormit et s'en va, disparaissant derrière un arbre. Quand vous atteignez l'épée, vous remarquez qu'il n'a pas les mêmes marques de brûlure autour de lui que vous avez eu lors de votre premier réveil. Quelques secondes plus tard, une autre fille apparaît de derrière un autre arbre et répète les mêmes mots exacts que le dernier a fait comme un disque cassé avec un visage différent. Vous savez que c'est soit un vase de deja vu, soit quelque chose ne va pas.

Name:Louis Bordel Gender:Male Age:26 Background:A soldier turned mercenary. Weapon type: shield and sword, daggers. Location: Desert Stats (You get 5 points, show what traits your character excels at)- Strength:2 Dexterity:0 Toughness:1 Agility:1 Intelligence:1

Max regarde les épées et les grincements comme il le prend. Il regarde la fille et une petite fosse de peur commence à se former. "Non." Il s'appuie alors qu'il marche lentement de l'autre côté de la fille.

Name: Dax Gender: M Age: 26 Background: A very prominent kendo instructor. Weapon type: Sword & Bow (If only one type allowed, sword) Location: Forest Stats (You get 5 points, show what traits your character excels at)- Strength: Dexterity: 2 Toughness: 1 Agility: 1 Intelligence: 1

La lutte n'était pas ce qu'elle était. Max Power s'est retrouvé pris au piège au milieu de l'anneau, son adversaire comme un ours se déchirant avec un cadenas. C'était vraiment de la narration de manuels. Le talon use le visage de bébé avec une cale, le visage de bébé monte un retour spectaculaire. Max l'avait fait littéralement des milliers de fois. C'était peut-être le problème. Max s'est approché de sa main droite, essayant de se nourrir de l'énergie de la foule. Les fans commencèrent à chanter, tranquillement au début, mais alors qu'il fléchissait le bras et se levait lentement jusqu'à ses pieds, les chants grandissaient plus fort et plus fort. "I-VAN! Je-VAN! Je-VAN!" "I-VAN" était en fait Ivan Ivanovic Invanowsky, l'adversaire de Max Power. Le montagneux Ivanowsky avait tous les traits d'un méchant de lutte classique. Il était gigantesque, maléfique et russe. En 1986, le Giant Evil Russian vs. le All American Hero se serait vendu, mais en 1996 les fans ne l'achetaient pas. Pas une seconde. Max a commencé à monter son comeback, rebondissant sur les cordes et frappant une ligne de vêtements raide, superbe Ivanowsky momentanément. Il est revenu avec un autre coup dur, étranglant son adversaire encore plus immobile. Enfin, avec une troisième ligne de vêtements titanique, Max Power a enlevé le grand homme de ses pieds. Un chœur de boos a éclaté autour de l'arène. Max a appelé pour son déménagement final, la Powerbomb, se demandant en interne s'il serait même en mesure de le tirer contre un homme de cette taille. Respirant fort, Max leva le Ivanowsky de 350 livres en l'air, et le frappa jusqu'au tapis avec toute sa force. Épuisé, il s'est effondré sur Ivanowsky pour la couverture. "Voici votre gagnant et STILL le Global Pro Wrestling Champion de poids lourd du monde... MAAAAXXXXX POOOOWWWWEERRRR!!!" Remontant lentement la rampe, Max plongea le titre GPW World Heavyweight sur son épaule. Le placement était approprié, puisque Max Power portait le poids de Global Pro Wrestling sur ses épaules depuis des années. Malgré tout ce qu'il avait accompli, les boos continuaient de pleuvoir, apparemment de toutes les directions. Atteindre le sommet de la rampe, Max a posé les yeux sur un jeune ventilateur extatique dans la rangée avant, pas plus de 7 ans, portant un t-shirt qui disait "LA TAKE THE MAX!" Il s'est arrêté un moment, a enlevé un de ses brassards, et l'a remis au ventilateur. Ses yeux s'éclairaient. Les yeux de l'enfant s'illuminent aussi.

By the way , since you and uni are RPing a little match between Drayden and Rabid Rob I figured I'd just have Jack book that match for next week. Do you guys have a finish for the match? Because we want to keep both guys looking strong going into Seattle. Maybe Sexton Love does a run-in to end the match as a DQ. Originally I had plans for Rabid Rob and Mike Blaze as well, but we can cross that bridge once we get there. A crazy wildman and a hardcore wrestler seems like a perfect matchup. They would tear the entire arena apart.

Dès qu'il a traversé le rideau, Max Power a brisé le personnage. "C'est des conneries." Les agents et les producteurs se sont rapidement écartés de son chemin, car il était clair que Max avait une puce sur son épaule. Le personnel dans les coulisses a gardé les yeux fermement fixés sur le sol, sans même oser regarder vers le haut le champion du monde régnant au moment de son passage. Après tout son succès et tout ce qu'il avait accompli pour Global Pro Wrestling, Max Power a porté un certain niveau de respect. Et surtout un certain niveau de traction. Max est entré dans le bureau de Jack Flanagan, le propriétaire de GPW et un ami personnel de longue date. Flanagan s'assit avec son dos à la porte, regardant par la fenêtre. "C'est des conneries." Max a attendu la réponse de Jack, mais quand il n'est pas venu, il a continué, irrité que Flanagan ne se retournerait même pas pour lui faire face. "Ces gens n'ont aucun respect. Après tout ce que j'ai fait dans cette affaire, ils veulent me traiter comme ça? C'est des conneries. Je suis là avec un Russe de 7 pieds de haut, et la moitié de la foule me bouscule encore." Encore une longue pause. "Vois-moi, Jack!" Flanagan s'est levé de sa chaise et s'est retourné, un magazine coincé dans ses mains. Il l'a jeté sur le bureau, avant de se détourner de nouveau pour regarder par la fenêtre. Sur la couverture du magazine il y avait deux photos de Max, agitant le drapeau américain et tenant le titre mondial GPW. La première date de 1986, la seconde date de 1996. Le titre se lisait comme suit : « Old GLORY ». Max refusa même de toucher le magazine et le regarda avec un mépris total. Il haïssait les draps de terre, et les traitait comme s'ils étaient aussi sales que leur moniker. "Tu as raison Max," est venu la réponse de Jack, "c'est des conneries." Cette fois, Max était à la perte des mots. "Les feuilles essayent de dire que vous et moi sommes hors de contact, que cette entreprise n'est pas pertinente, que l'entreprise nous a passé par là. C'est des conneries. Nous allons leur prouver qu'ils se trompent, Max." "Comment ça?" « Nous retournons au jardin », a dit Jack, se tournant vers Max une fois de plus. "New York?" -- Vous avez raison, répondit Jack, Global Pro Wrestling présente Clash of the Titans, en direct du Madison Square Garden à New York. Headlined Par le champion du monde de poids lourd GPW, le plus grand champion du monde de l'histoire de cette entreprise, Max Power. Je t'ai vu ce soir Max, et je sais que tu as toujours la passion, tu as toujours le cœur. Je sais que tu as plus à offrir à cette entreprise. Tu as juste besoin du bon adversaire. Avec l'adversaire droit, avec le talon approprié, nous pouvons reprendre les jours de gloire." -- Qui avez-vous en tête? C'est Max qui l'a dit. "Nous avons une liste pleine de jeunes gars qui veulent aller de l'avant et prendre cette place en face de vous. Il est temps pour quelqu'un de monter et d'attraper la bague en laiton. À la fin du mois, nous avons la bataille à Seattle, et le vainqueur de la bataille royale obtiendra un titre mondial contre vous au Jardin. C'est l'angle que nous courons. Nous avons donc jusqu'alors pour décider qui sera votre adversaire en fin de compte." Encore une fois, Max était à la perte des mots. Après tout ce qui s'était passé au cours de l'année dernière, avec la présence, les fans se retournant sur lui, avec les draps de terre le déchirant, Jack Flanagan croyait toujours en lui comme Champion. Il croyait pouvoir vendre Madison Square Garden, une dernière fois. "On va leur montrer Max. On va montrer le monde. Nous allons montrer à tout le monde que cette société vaut encore un sacré coup."

By the way , since you and uni are RPing a little match between Drayden and Rabid Rob I figured I'd just have Jack book that match for next week. Do you guys have a finish for the match? Because we want to keep both guys looking strong going into Seattle. Maybe Sexton Love does a run-in to end the match as a DQ. Originally I had plans for Rabid Rob and Mike Blaze as well, but we can cross that bridge once we get there. A crazy wildman and a hardcore wrestler seems like a perfect matchup. They would tear the entire arena apart.

Surveillez les vêtements. Connor prononça attentivement les mots dans l'oreille de ses adversaires alors qu'il l'embrayait près de lui, puis le regarda reculer alors qu'il était Irlandais Whippé vers les cordes de l'anneau. C'était une routine qu'il avait pratiquée un million de fois: Irish Whip en cordes, ligne de vêtements, adversaire se relève, deuxième ligne de vêtements, adversaire va pour l'inverse, compteur dans le DDT. Crowd boos comme 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds va pour l'épingle. Décollez à deux heures. "Il est temps de rentrer." Connor sourit au catcheur beaucoup plus jeune, un local qu'ils avaient amené pour la télé. Connor s'était assuré d'aller jusqu'au bout avec le gamin avant le match, j'espère qu'il s'est souvenu de leur conversation. "Rabid" Rob Reynolds a lâché sur son adversaire battu, puis a levé la tête du ciel et laissé sortir un hurlement en hauteur. Sa signature de loup hurle. Même s'il n'avait été avec le PWG que peu de temps, la foule savait ce que ça signifiait. Ce pauvre jeune homme était sur le point d'être suplexé. Difficile. Connor s'est penché et scoopé le lutteur beaucoup plus petit dans une prise de suplex. Tout comme ils en avaient parlé, il l'a élevé et l'enfant a fait de son mieux pour se poster, accroché dans le Suplex Vertical pour ce qui semblait être une éternité. Plus il le tenait longtemps, plus il serait impressionnant à regarder à la foule. Enfin, quand il semblait qu'il commençait à s'évanouir (et son visage a commencé à tourner une ombre malsaine de pourpre), Connor l'a terminé, le faisant tomber et le plantant avec le claquement. Juste à la périphérie de son audition, il pouvait distinguer le son indiscutable de l'équipe de commentaires criant le nom de son finaliste dans leurs microphones, vendant vraiment le mouvement au public. Les boos noyèrent tout le reste pendant qu'il rampait dans la couverture, soulevant paresseusement la jambe de son adversaire vaincu pour signifier l'épingle. Un... deux... trois... ding ding ding. "Votre vainqueur par pinfall... Rrrrrrabid Rob Reynolds!" L'annonceur de la bague a appelé dans son microphone alors que la technologie du son faisait son travail et a commencé à passer Ozzy Osbourne dans le stade. L'arbitre s'est avancé pour lever la main de Connor. C'était le moment où il pouvait vraiment vendre combien d'un connard Rob Reynolds était vraiment. Il secoua la main, le menaçant d'un poing balancé, avant de se pencher sur l'ouvrier vaincu et de commencer à le frapper à plusieurs reprises dans la tête. L'arbitre a immédiatement essayé d'enlever Connor de lui, mais a été repoussé pour que le passage à tabac puisse continuer. Les boos ont augmenté, si cela était même possible, car d'autres « fonctionnaires de match » sont apparus et ont essayé de l'éloigner de son adversaire tombé, exigeant finalement quatre arbitres pour le retirer de l'homme. Même alors, 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds a continué à battre comme un animal sauvage, jetant des coudes et des têtes de cul vers quiconque assez stupide pour atteindre à portée de main. Finalement, il a été escorté en haut de la rampe et à travers le rideau, la foule continuant à le bousculer fort tout le chemin. **** "Christ, as-tu vu cette foule ce soir? J'ai eu une bonne chaleur, mais ils ont crucifié Max pendant le match. Pendant toutes mes années à Fort George, je n'ai jamais vu un talon étranger applaudir. » Connor s'est tourné vers Matt Edwards, un autre nouveau venu sur les lieux. Il n'avait pas encore appris son vrai nom, mais s'était assuré de regarder le match qu'il avait eu cette nuit-là et était assez impressionné. "Si, c'était merdique, mec." Un homme plus court dans un masque de lucha s'est joint. "Je ne sais pas ce qu'il y a avec ces foules.. de retour à la maison, vous applaudissez les gentils et bousculez les méchants. Ces fans veulent juste bousiller tout le monde!" "N'est-ce pas? Quoi qu'il en soit... avez-vous entendu parler de la bataille de Seattle, Jimmy D pense qu'il a entendu Flanagan dire qu'il allait mettre beaucoup de jeunes dans la bataille royale. Quelque chose à propos des bagues en laiton. Vous pensez que l'un d'entre nous est dans une chance?"

Name: Connor O'Malley a.k.a 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds Hometown: Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada Height: 6' 2" Weight: 257lbs Entrance Music: Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne Alignment: Tweener - Typically heel, but often plays the face role in feuds against other heels. Gimmick: 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds might have been a normal member of society once. Nobody knows, since nobody knows anything of his past before he wandered out of the wilderness into the small town of Mackenzie, British Columbia. A social outcast with minimal vocabulary and a vicious temper, 'Rabid' Rob found work doing the only thing he knew how to do: Fight. Those crazy Canadian bastards shoved him in a wrestling ring each week and watched him tear his opponents to shreds. And now he's here in GPW, looking to do one thing and one thing only: Dominate! Personality: Contrary to his wrestling persona, Connor is a pretty laid back character who prides himself on his cool head and good sense of humour. Fond of practical jokes and self-depricating humour, he isn't happy unless the whole backstage crew are chuckling at one of his many japes. Despite his outwardly happy appearance, Connor has suffered from alcoholism in the past, and has especially had trouble keeping his drinking under control since his divorce last year. Biography: Born to a low-income family, his father was a mechanic and his mother had previously been an air stewardess, who lapsed into a severe depressive cycle when she lost her job after she had Connor and his younger brother, Thomas. The alcoholic spiral into which she threw herself ended up taking her from Connor's life before his eighth birthday, as she passed away of acute kidney and liver failure. Connor's father threw himself into his work, leaving Connor and Thomas to look after themselves for twelve hours a day. They passed the time in the usual ways: School, riding bikes and playing ball games. But the one time a week when they got to spend time with their father was when the three O'Malley boys would sit down on a Friday night and watch wrestling on the local TV station, broadcast from a small regional wresting company a few miles down the road called 'FGCW' or 'Fort George Championship Wrestling'. When they were old enough, both Connor and Thomas went to tryouts for the FGCW and ended up training alongside their childhood heroes, the wrestlers whose national recognition was practically zero, but to Connor they were like gods. He listened to every piece of advice, followed every training regime and did everything the promoter and the veteran wrestlers told him to do and it wasn't long before he was getting involved, first by ring announcing, then by refereeing and occasionally playing the 'plucky newcomer' when they needed someone for a monster heel to squash. Finally, on his 19th birthday, he was rewarded with his first proper match and went on to become a mainstay of the FGCW undercard. After a few years of not really going anywhere, Connor decided it was time to re-invent himself. He stopped performing under his own name and instead came up with the persona of 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of British Columbia. He grew his beard out, stopped cutting or combing his hair and started painting himself with mud before every match. He changed his fighting style from that of a high-flying technical wrestler to more of a brawling powerhouse and went from playing the babyface to playing the badass monster heel. Although some of his fellow performers were skeptical at first, the rebranding turned out to be a massive hit with the audience and it wasn't long before 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds was headlining events and challenging for the top titles. Unfortunately, it was around this time that he caught his wife in bed with another member of the FGCW roster, who he proceeded to beat the crap out of and had to be dragged off the man by four local policemen. Although the charges were eventually dropped, the company severely reprimanded both of the wrestlers and Connor fell out of favour with the promoter and the other higher-ups. His pending divorce and his increasing alcoholism finally caught up with him when he was booked to challenge for the FGCW Tag Team Championship at a television taping, but showed up so drunk that he passed out on the ring apron before his partner could even tag him in. The match ended quickly and as soon as he sobered up he was dragged into a room with the FGCW chairman, who fired him on the spot. Now, having heard of the troubles happening at GPW, Connor has decided that a change of scenery is just what he needs to clear his head. He placed a call to Jack Flanagan, sent a couple of his old TV tapes over to GPW headquarters for them to look at, and was eventually called to come in for a trial. The rest, as they say, is history. Wrestling Style: Brawling powerhouse. Finishing Move/s: 'Howl at the Moon' (main finisher) - Vertical Suplex Slam, usually transitioned directly into a pin 'Wolfbite' (submission) - Crossface Half-Nelson Chokehold Common Moves: Double Underhook DDT Multiple clothesline variants Powerbomb Powerslam Multiple suplex variants

I-van, I-van, I-van! Mikhail Azarov s'est brouillé après le match alors qu'il se transformait en vêtements simples. Alors qu'il pouvait s'habituer à la louange, il imaginait qu'ils l'applaudissaient surtout pour malgré Max. Il s'est ridiculisé. Comme c'est ridicule. Les mots se sont rapidement répandus autour de l'endroit à propos de ce gros match avec Max Power. Ils apportaient une nouvelle liste de lutteurs, dont certains se sont déjà fait des noms. Comme Ivan. Maintenant, il était au centre de la controverse, pour ainsi dire. Encore une fois, pas tant que ses beaux looks charmants, mais parce que Max s'est fait huer. Beaucoup. Pauvre Max. Mikhail a enlevé son ridicule groupe de sueur de l'URSS et dans son petit casier. Son costume n'était pas grand-chose, pour le moins. La bande de sueur, les troncs de lutte, et ses cheveux de poitrine. Il a encore ri. Oh mon garçon, il s'est craqué lui-même! Quel genre de personne se moque de ses propres blagues? Enfilé d'un t-shirt XXL, d'un gilet vert, d'un jean et d'une paire de chaussures relativement bien polies, il sort du vestiaire tranquille. Certains de ses collègues ont discuté autour de l'endroit, la plupart il n'a pas reconnu, mais avec le grand spectacle qui arrive, il a supposé qu'il allait apprendre à les connaître assez tôt. Mais pour l'instant, il n'avait pas envie de socialiser. Il avait envie de retourner à son hôtel et de regarder la télé. Ou de comploter sur son retrait du régime capitaliste. Il a ouvert la porte dans la nuit fraîche, et a repensé au match. Comment l'ont-ils encouragé? Ivan n'était pas le bon gars! Qui applaudit pour un gars du nom d'Ivan? Certaines personnes pourraient être si rancunières. Son estomac s'est effondré. Il avait faim. Peut-être qu'il passerait chez son poulet local pour des ailes. En vérité, Mikhail vivait le rêve américain.

Name: Mikhail 'Ivan' Azarov Hometown: Fairbanks, Alaska "Moscow, Russia" Height: 6'10 Weight: 354 Lbs (edited for more dramatic effect) Gimmick: Outstandingly Russian. Making fun of the now collapsed Soviet Union, "Ivan Ivanovich Ivanowsky" is on a quest for power, determined to destroy all capitalist pigs. Almost never has any allies, unless there is another wrestler who shares his deep appreciation for the glorious motherland and communism. Personality: Believe it or not, Mikhail isn't actually a soviet extremist! While his parents did hail from Russia, they weren't particularly patriotic and didn't imbue any ideals onto him as a child. He laughs at almost everything, which can end up being quite inappropriate if someone is genuinely upset about something. He often ends up in a position of intimidation when conversing, he always stands too close to the person he's talking too. He usually doesn't step in if other people are at odds with each other, instead choosing to watch them sort it out among themselves. Biography: Born in Fairbanks, Alaska many years before the collapse of the Soviet Union, his mother and father were never patriotic of their homeland, and never imbued any strong ideals onto him. He grew up fast, growing taller and heavier than his parents quite quickly in his youth. His low voice and up close demeanor often had people backing away from him and tending to stay away. As such, he never had too many friends, and never any close ones, but on the other hand, he never had any enemies either. Some made fun of his heritage and accent, but he simply laughed with them, and the would-be bullies just shrugged and walked away. What where they gonna do, attack him? Not at his height. He worked manual labor jobs for a long while, construction, agriculture, even mining. He considered joining the army for a military career, but soon found a calling in professional wrestling. Employers picked him up and assigned him to the apparently obvious gimmick he has today. He figures it suits him well enough, and he enjoys being a goofy bad guy. He began his professional career in a series of losses, often being a ploy, an easily defeated bad guy for up and coming babyfaces. He quite enjoyed being knocked over and dramatically falling over the top rope, tumbling downwards with his massive size. His first highlight was being crushed and humiliated by Max Powers back in the day. The managers decided to do a little more with his character and had him defeat a minor hero in a shocking turn of events. His first rivalry, although ending him with him being defeated in a down to the wire battle, he stilled gained a little reputation as a proper villain, instead of an easily defeated goon. Wrestling Style: Tall, weighty. Heavy punches, body slams, throws. Finishing Moves: Soviet Solution: A large, dramatic choke-slam onto the map, followed by a running elbow drop. Over the shoulder slam Common Moves: Head Punch Atomic Drop DDT Irish Whip Rebound Slam/Punch Sometimes he just runs at an opponent and bulldozes into them. Of course, it usually ends up being dodged. Bulldog Big Slap

Alex avait été placé dans le deuxième match de la soirée. Depuis qu'il a rejoint GPW, ils l'ont mis dans des allumettes pour voir avec qui il a cliqué. Personne ne correspondait au style et à la personnalité d'Alex. Ce soir, c'était un ouvrier qui était là depuis longtemps. Il était évident qu'ils manquaient de partenaires potentiels pour lui. Quoi qu'il en soit, ils étaient contre une équipe bien établie d'étiquettes qui avait été ensemble et cliqué. Alex et son 'partenaire' ont été mis à perdre par l'ouvrier qui sortait sur Alex et le laissait se débrouiller. Il arrivait au moment où Alex se faisait poignarder dans le dos comme plusieurs fois auparavant. Le "partenaire" d'Alex faisait le cliche pour lui faire battre la merde, commencer un comeback, et frapper l'autre concurrent légal sur le ring. Le type a trébuché vers Alex et l'a marqué. Alex s'est vite remis des cordes pour aider son partenaire à rester debout. D'après les chants de la foule, "RAZORBLADE" devenait fou. Alex a chuchoté dans l'oreille des Jobbers, "En finir avec ça." Le Jobber a frappé Alex dans l'intestin et a commencé à le frapper avec un ddt dur. Boos s'est fait l'écho pendant que le ouvrier s'éloignait. Le concurrent légal grimpait dans l'anneau et s'est précipité pour épingler Alex. Comme chaque fois qu'il est sorti juste avant trois. Alex a commencé à monter un retour assez décent à partir d'un coup de pied latéral à l'adversaire groggy. Il a couru et a rebondi des cordes en donnant un coup de pied à vélo. Escalade à la boucle du tour supérieur, il a été arrêté par l'autre adversaire. Ayant été frappé de la corde supérieure, le concurrent légal a rapidement marqué son partenaire et a suivi avec leur équipe de tag habituel terminer le mouvement. Avec cela Alex a été épinglé 1, 2, 3. Il a eu quelques applaudissements alors qu'il marchait dans les coulisses. Mais sa soirée n'était pas finie. Après chaque partenariat raté, Alex a dû donner une interview en coulisses. C'est toujours allé de même, "à chaque underdog là-bas. Sache ça. La peur est conquérante. Ces gars qui pensent pouvoir me retenir par peur ne me connaissent pas assez bien. Je me tiendrai toujours debout jusqu'à ce que je prouve à tous les meilleurs chiens là-bas que nous, les Underdogs, sommes ceux qu'ils devraient craindre." C'est vrai qu'il le croit, il veut juste être en mesure de montrer la preuve de ce qu'il dit à tous les fans là-bas. Plus tard dans la nuit, il est assis dans le vestiaire. Il a écouté les autres nouveaux venus parler de la nouvelle passionnante de la stipulation de la bataille à Seattle et s'est dit : « J'espère que ce sera enfin mon temps de briller. »

Name: Alex "Razorblade" Hill Hometown: Rockingham, North Carolina Height: 5'11" Weight: 231 Entrance Music: Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi Alignment: Face Gimmick: He is an underdog and opportunist. He prefers to be in multi-man matches or team ups which is where he thrives. He will help anyone who asks him. He tells the fans that he was just like them. A fan who wanted to be more. He will often say that if they try hard enough they can to. He stands up for the weak and aims for the top dogs. He has a chant that he often uses, "There's no need to fear. The Underdog is here." Personality: Despite being super warm and nice to the fans backstage Alex is very closed off to others. He is somewhat anti-social but loves putting on his persona. He wishes he was more 'friendly' but doesn't know how to be. He truly does care for the fans and his co-workers even if it doesn't seem like it. Biography:Alex didn't grow up in harsh conditions. He was a normal average fan like he says and wanted to be more. He grew up in an area with a lot of other kids who loved wrestling. They all would often gather together and have their own 'promotions' before gathering near a TV to watch the pros. Alex was one of the better kids in the area. As all the kids grew older they all realized only a few of them were good enough to potentially live out all of their dreams. Eight kids in number gave up their individual dreams to help support the three best of their group, Alex being one of them. For the next two years they helped the three train and then one day they set up a dark match with a distant promotion. A 3-on-3 tag team match. They new blood lost horribly, but surprisingly the manager of the company signed two of the kids to join the CWA, Carolina Wrestling Association. For the next few months the two new guys were a dominant tag team and the more veteran teams didn't like them. They kept hassling the two inside the ring and out. It all culminated in a match between Alex and his partner against three members from various teams. Alex and his partner were doing well in the unscripted match until Alex's 'friend' hit him in the back of the head with a chair. Apparently the guy couldn't take the harassment and abandoned Alex and left the show for good. After the horrible loss Alex started his Underdog Gimmick. Fans started eating it up. One guy betrayed vs the world. CWA's records were going through the roof. Then the company fell flat due to constant lawsuits from past competitors because of constant injuries. Alex started roaming from place to place in various indy scenes. The little reputation he had built in CWA was dwindling until an old veteran of GPW saw Alex perform and took the young guy under his wing and showed him the ropes of the big leagues. Alex trained harder than he ever had and when the vet thought he was ready he called Jack Flanagan to set up a trial match. Alex did better than ever before and signed a contract a few days later. And the rest is yet to come. Wrestling Style: Fast paced brawler/opportunist (Imagine the resiliency of Dolph Ziggler combined with the opportunistic ability of Edge) Finishing Move: Butterfly Suplex, Razor's Edge(Imagine Kaitlyn's Lotus Lock but putting the feet on the shoulder blades) Common Moves: Spear Diving dropkick Bicycle Kick Hurricanrana(I can't spell for crap) Side Kick Lionsault over the ropes Shining Wizard Spider Suplex

Mike Blaze a renversé sa chaise, se penchant contre le mur du vestiaire et fermant les yeux dans la pensée. Il avait été dans la contemplation pour la meilleure partie de la nuit, puisque tout ce qu'il avait à faire pendant le spectacle était de tourner quelques promos vidéo pour le spectacle de la semaine prochaine, et il a eu l'impression qu'il aurait besoin d'un moyen pour obtenir la foule de son côté. Il travaillait pour GPW depuis près d'un demi-année maintenant, et il se sentait déjà dans l'impasse. La compagnie l'avait pris pour rivaliser avec les fédérations hardcore, mais les matchs qu'il avait eus au GPW étaient tellement apprivoisés qu'ils ont laissé tout le monde vouloir quelque chose de plus. S'il ne pouvait pas être extrême, il savait qu'il était destiné à l'enfer des ouvriers. Quand il a entendu les mots "Bataille à Seattle" laisser la bouche de quelqu'un, cependant, il s'est levé et a regardé le groupe rassemblé. "Je pense que la plupart d'entre nous seront en B.R., mais qu'est-ce que c'est même une chance? Se faire enterrer à nouveau dans un match avec Power? Pas de merci, mec." Il tira une bière du sac à dos à côté de lui et la fit craquer pendant qu'il se tenait et marcha vers les autres. "Flanagan va juste trouver qui va faire le meilleur match avant de prendre la plongée. Réveillez-vous, et baisez le mec qui l'a fait arriver. Histoire de l'entreprise."

Mike Blaze Real name: Michael Richardson Hometown: Chicago, IL Age: 24 Height: 6'0" Weight: 152 lb. Entrance Music: Rage against the Machine - Know Your Enemy Alignment: Face Gimmick: An anti-authority hellraiser that competes for beer money, thrills, and the cheers of his fans. Mike does surprisingly little singles competition, often preferring to team up with other faces who are outnumbered or outmatched. He has no problem bringing foreign objects into a match, but only against opponents who "deserve it." Personality: Mike is the kind of guy whose gimmick came from his real life. When not wrestling, he can usually be found at local punk clubs, or anywhere else he can have a great time and get into trouble. He's easy enough to get along with, but hates when people try to rein him in or keep him from doing what he wants, when he wants. His behavior could spell trouble for him in the near future, since it's a matter of time before he takes something too far. Biography: Mike got his start in a backyard hardcore promotion called Garbage Pit Wrestling, and started jumping between other hardcore feds when it was shut down by a lawsuit from GPW. He managed to gather a small following among other punks, and recently got picked up by GPW itself when they decided to bring in some "extreme" talent to get the hardcore fans watching their shows. Wrestling Style: Extreme high-flier, occasional hardcore brawler. Finishing Move: "Blaze of Glory" - shooting star press, preferably through a table Common Moves: -Flying elbow/leg drop -Missile dropkick -Running bulldog -Atomic drop -Suicide dive -Facebuster

La réponse de Mike Blaze a surpris Connor. Non seulement parce que d'après la façon dont le gars s'était penché sur sa chaise, les yeux fermés, il avait supposé qu'il dormait. Malgré tout, le gars avait du sens. Il l'avait vu arriver à maintes reprises. Les promoteurs avaient généralement un ou deux gars qu'ils voulaient tenir les ceintures supérieures, et tout le monde devait faire avec soit faire le travail pour eux ou languir dans la carte médiane. "Eh bien oui, mais si cette foule est une indication que les fans ne veulent plus Max Power. Même le grand Jack Flanagan ne peut l'ignorer que si longtemps. Peut-être pourrions-nous assister à l'aube d'un nouvel âge... » A ce moment, Connor se tenait de façon spectaculaire, tenait un faux micro à ses lèvres et mettait sur sa meilleure imitation de la signature de Flanagan voix profonde, raspy. "La chute de Max Power!" Un rire a éclaté de certains lutteurs. D'autres viennent de se déplacer incomfortablement. Ceux qui étaient ici depuis assez longtemps savaient que Mike était probablement sur l'argent. Il y avait un dicton dans les salles du GPW : « Seulement trois choses dans la vie sont sûres : la mort, les impôts et Max Power qui passent!".

Name: Connor O'Malley a.k.a 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds Hometown: Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada Height: 6' 2" Weight: 257lbs Entrance Music: Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne Alignment: Tweener - Typically heel, but often plays the face role in feuds against other heels. Gimmick: 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds might have been a normal member of society once. Nobody knows, since nobody knows anything of his past before he wandered out of the wilderness into the small town of Mackenzie, British Columbia. A social outcast with minimal vocabulary and a vicious temper, 'Rabid' Rob found work doing the only thing he knew how to do: Fight. Those crazy Canadian bastards shoved him in a wrestling ring each week and watched him tear his opponents to shreds. And now he's here in GPW, looking to do one thing and one thing only: Dominate! Personality: Contrary to his wrestling persona, Connor is a pretty laid back character who prides himself on his cool head and good sense of humour. Fond of practical jokes and self-depricating humour, he isn't happy unless the whole backstage crew are chuckling at one of his many japes. Despite his outwardly happy appearance, Connor has suffered from alcoholism in the past, and has especially had trouble keeping his drinking under control since his divorce last year. Biography: Born to a low-income family, his father was a mechanic and his mother had previously been an air stewardess, who lapsed into a severe depressive cycle when she lost her job after she had Connor and his younger brother, Thomas. The alcoholic spiral into which she threw herself ended up taking her from Connor's life before his eighth birthday, as she passed away of acute kidney and liver failure. Connor's father threw himself into his work, leaving Connor and Thomas to look after themselves for twelve hours a day. They passed the time in the usual ways: School, riding bikes and playing ball games. But the one time a week when they got to spend time with their father was when the three O'Malley boys would sit down on a Friday night and watch wrestling on the local TV station, broadcast from a small regional wresting company a few miles down the road called 'FGCW' or 'Fort George Championship Wrestling'. When they were old enough, both Connor and Thomas went to tryouts for the FGCW and ended up training alongside their childhood heroes, the wrestlers whose national recognition was practically zero, but to Connor they were like gods. He listened to every piece of advice, followed every training regime and did everything the promoter and the veteran wrestlers told him to do and it wasn't long before he was getting involved, first by ring announcing, then by refereeing and occasionally playing the 'plucky newcomer' when they needed someone for a monster heel to squash. Finally, on his 19th birthday, he was rewarded with his first proper match and went on to become a mainstay of the FGCW undercard. After a few years of not really going anywhere, Connor decided it was time to re-invent himself. He stopped performing under his own name and instead came up with the persona of 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of British Columbia. He grew his beard out, stopped cutting or combing his hair and started painting himself with mud before every match. He changed his fighting style from that of a high-flying technical wrestler to more of a brawling powerhouse and went from playing the babyface to playing the badass monster heel. Although some of his fellow performers were skeptical at first, the rebranding turned out to be a massive hit with the audience and it wasn't long before 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds was headlining events and challenging for the top titles. Unfortunately, it was around this time that he caught his wife in bed with another member of the FGCW roster, who he proceeded to beat the crap out of and had to be dragged off the man by four local policemen. Although the charges were eventually dropped, the company severely reprimanded both of the wrestlers and Connor fell out of favour with the promoter and the other higher-ups. His pending divorce and his increasing alcoholism finally caught up with him when he was booked to challenge for the FGCW Tag Team Championship at a television taping, but showed up so drunk that he passed out on the ring apron before his partner could even tag him in. The match ended quickly and as soon as he sobered up he was dragged into a room with the FGCW chairman, who fired him on the spot. Now, having heard of the troubles happening at GPW, Connor has decided that a change of scenery is just what he needs to clear his head. He placed a call to Jack Flanagan, sent a couple of his old TV tapes over to GPW headquarters for them to look at, and was eventually called to come in for a trial. The rest, as they say, is history. Wrestling Style: Brawling powerhouse. Finishing Move/s: 'Howl at the Moon' (main finisher) - Vertical Suplex Slam, usually transitioned directly into a pin 'Wolfbite' (submission) - Crossface Half-Nelson Chokehold Common Moves: Double Underhook DDT Multiple clothesline variants Powerbomb Powerslam Multiple suplex variants

Drayden n'avait pas été réservé pour un match ce soir-là, et était en civil en coulisses. Il ne voulait pas avoir un jour de congé, mais si quelqu'un lui demandait personnellement il attribuait le manque de lui-même sur la carte à la crucifixion de Max Power. Mais personne ne lui a demandé, et Drayden était trop respectueux pour en parler. Il a attendu jusqu'à ce que Max Power quitte le bureau du patron avant de se laisser entrer. Il attendait à peine que la porte se ferme avant d'entrer, regardant Jack au bureau. Il connaissait déjà le plan de la bataille Royale, mais il avait une idée différente. Il a dit, donnant au patron un sourire respectueux alors qu'il laissait la porte fermée devant lui. Il marchait devant le bureau avant de commencer son spiel. Je ne serai pas dans cette bataille Royale. J'ai un autre plan. Vous allez mettre l'I.N. Serrez-vous sur moi à la bataille de Seattle, d'accord? Donne-le-moi et je m'en occuperai. Laisse-moi me défendre contre Sexton lors d'un enregistrement régulier. Puis, au Clash des Titans, au Jardin... donnez-moi et ce lucha 15, peut-être 20 minutes. Je gagnerai, nous serrerons la main et je lèverai la main devant la foule. Voilà, une nouvelle étoile, construite devant un jardin vendu. Je sais qu'il est déjà énorme au Mexique, mais il n'a rien à foutre aux États-Unis. Et je peux l'aider à le faire. » Drayden s'est arrêté un moment pour évaluer la réaction de Jack, mais il n'a pas encore tout à fait fini d'établir son plan. À partir de là, je vais lancer un défi ouvert à chaque pay-per-view, peut-être quelques enregistrements. Laisse moi et ce gamin de Blaze travailler sur un vrai match hardcore. Donnez-moi 15 minutes chaque pay-per-view, et je transformerai toutes ces personnes que vous avez eues en étoiles. Tu ne peux pas rester sur Max pour toujours, mec. Tu le sais, au fond de toi tu le sais. Laisse-moi changer les choses, je te supplie, mec. Je peux le faire. Peut-être qu'après quelques mois que j'ai mis des cliniques aux pay-per-views, tu as réservé Max et moi dans un match titre-pour-titre. Mets la ceinture sur moi et organise un tournoi pour le titre international. Après tout mon travail, les gens paieront juste pour le voir. » Drayden a couru une main à travers ses cheveux courts avant de finir. Vous avez une liste de travailleurs étonnants qui attendent juste d'aller de l'avant. Qu'en pensez-vous, Jack?

Name: Bill Stevenson AKA Drayden Hometown: Austin, Texas Height: 6’5” Weight: 285 Entrance Music: Dink Alignment: Face Gimmick: He almost has two gimmicks. In matches, he’s often intense and methodically destroys his opponents with careful technical wrestling. In backstage segments and promos, he’s a little more loose and silly. Think Kurt Angle in the 90s/early 2000s. Stuff like this. He can be a little rough on the crowd in certain promos, but for the most part he gets pretty decent pops because most people love to see someone get torn apart, and when Drayden’s coming down, they know that’ll likely be the case. He has an odd air of charisma around him that attracts people to him. Personality: He’s the best worker backstage, and has been with the company for a long time. Newer wrestlers look to him for tips and encouragement, and the ones that have been around as long as he has know he takes no bullshit. He’ll stiff someone in the ring if they’re trying to politic him backstage. He’s very blatant with the boss, very simply declining to job to anyone he thinks is beneath him, or he thinks he could have a money match with if it’s promoted properly. His finishers are heavily protected; he’ll refuse to use them if they won’t get the pin. Drayden is respected by most everyone backstage, and is usually happy with whatever storylines he’s in, most always in the upper midcard nowadays. He avoids the main event because he feels like he’ll end jobbing to Max Power, someone he does not respect in the slightest, believing that Max is ‘holding the business back.’ He’s been here for a couple of years now, and is trusted by the bookers and agents to put on good, safe matches with everyone, to the point that newcomers are often booked in matches with him(if you can’t have a good match with Drayden, you’re in the wrong business). Sometimes this strategy fails, because Drayden is capable of carrying matches with sloppier workers. He’s the judge of ‘wrestler’s court’ backstage, and much prefers to be called ‘Drayden’ as opposed to ‘Bill,’ even by his fellow workers backstage. Biography: An absolute freak athlete, Bill Stevenson was able to make his body do things that other people didn’t think were possible from a young age. In college and highschool, he was a wrestler and an unbelievably skilled one. He was an Olympic medalist before joining the GPW, where his highly advanced technical wrestling skills allowed him to easily slip into the business. He started as a heel, considering himself better than other people in the company due to his background, but was quickly humbled by a couple of the old hands in the ring. Since then, his character has been a face, and he excites crowds with his wonderful wrestling. He had a few world title shots early on, but came short everytime. After that, he found a spot in the upper midcard, where he puts on five star matches almost every week. As he’s moved on, his wrestling style has evolved from one composed of takedowns and suplexes, to a varied one, with plenty of striking and more traditional moves: i.e., powerbombs, spinebusters, etc, and the occasional top rope maneuver. He’s comfortable and happy in his spot, and enjoys giving promos, which he’s found himself to end up being very good at. He rarely loses matches unless they’re on pay-per-view and against up-and-coming heels, or faces that he respects backstage. Backstage, he’s currently gunning for the GPW International Championship, which he hopes to capture and bring to the light as the ‘workhorse’ title, having no interest in being fed to the unbeatable Max Power. He’s been consistently bringing this up with Jack, saying that, as Drayden, he can bring prestige to the IN title and make it one worth watching the show for. Wrestling Style: Technical brawler Finishing Move: Pop-up powerbomb, Olympic Slam Common Moves: Moonsault(his ultimate move, only used in dire situations. He’s well aware of how dangerous it is, but often does it anyway, calling it in the ring) German suplex Tiger suplex Belly-to-belly suplex Crossface chickenwing Lou Thesz Press Big boot DDT Triple non-release powerbombs Spinebuster

Alex s'est approché du groupe et a dit, "Oui, c'est évident que celui qui gagne va se faire enterrer. J'espère qu'ils ne te demanderont pas de gagner. Montrez aux fans vos compétences et faites-les chanter pour vous. Les scénaristes remarqueront qui les fans aiment. Alors tu dois juste espérer qu'ils ne t'ont pas mis en haut juste pour te faire tomber. La meilleure chose à faire, c'est d'espérer que tu viendras deuxième. Tout le monde va oublier le gars que Max bat. Ils n'oublieront peut-être pas le type qui s'est approché." Alex savait que ces gars savaient déjà ce qu'il disait. Il disait ça plus pour lui-même. Il essayait aussi d'évaluer les autres nouveaux arrivants. Je voulais savoir contre qui il pourrait se battre dans les années à venir. « Honnêtement, j'espère juste que la chute de Max arrivera plus tôt que plus tard. J'en ai assez des allumettes de bas niveau. Je veux une vraie compétition. Ne pas travailler avec des travailleurs qui ne veulent pas être plus élevés qu'ils ne le sont déjà. »

Name: Alex "Razorblade" Hill Hometown: Rockingham, North Carolina Height: 5'11" Weight: 231 Entrance Music: Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi Alignment: Face Gimmick: He is an underdog and opportunist. He prefers to be in multi-man matches or team ups which is where he thrives. He will help anyone who asks him. He tells the fans that he was just like them. A fan who wanted to be more. He will often say that if they try hard enough they can to. He stands up for the weak and aims for the top dogs. He has a chant that he often uses, "There's no need to fear. The Underdog is here." Personality: Despite being super warm and nice to the fans backstage Alex is very closed off to others. He is somewhat anti-social but loves putting on his persona. He wishes he was more 'friendly' but doesn't know how to be. He truly does care for the fans and his co-workers even if it doesn't seem like it. Biography:Alex didn't grow up in harsh conditions. He was a normal average fan like he says and wanted to be more. He grew up in an area with a lot of other kids who loved wrestling. They all would often gather together and have their own 'promotions' before gathering near a TV to watch the pros. Alex was one of the better kids in the area. As all the kids grew older they all realized only a few of them were good enough to potentially live out all of their dreams. Eight kids in number gave up their individual dreams to help support the three best of their group, Alex being one of them. For the next two years they helped the three train and then one day they set up a dark match with a distant promotion. A 3-on-3 tag team match. They new blood lost horribly, but surprisingly the manager of the company signed two of the kids to join the CWA, Carolina Wrestling Association. For the next few months the two new guys were a dominant tag team and the more veteran teams didn't like them. They kept hassling the two inside the ring and out. It all culminated in a match between Alex and his partner against three members from various teams. Alex and his partner were doing well in the unscripted match until Alex's 'friend' hit him in the back of the head with a chair. Apparently the guy couldn't take the harassment and abandoned Alex and left the show for good. After the horrible loss Alex started his Underdog Gimmick. Fans started eating it up. One guy betrayed vs the world. CWA's records were going through the roof. Then the company fell flat due to constant lawsuits from past competitors because of constant injuries. Alex started roaming from place to place in various indy scenes. The little reputation he had built in CWA was dwindling until an old veteran of GPW saw Alex perform and took the young guy under his wing and showed him the ropes of the big leagues. Alex trained harder than he ever had and when the vet thought he was ready he called Jack Flanagan to set up a trial match. Alex did better than ever before and signed a contract a few days later. And the rest is yet to come. Wrestling Style: Fast paced brawler/opportunist (Imagine the resiliency of Dolph Ziggler combined with the opportunistic ability of Edge) Finishing Move: Butterfly Suplex, Razor's Edge(Imagine Kaitlyn's Lotus Lock but putting the feet on the shoulder blades) Common Moves: Spear Diving dropkick Bicycle Kick Hurricanrana(I can't spell for crap) Side Kick Lionsault over the ropes Shining Wizard Spider Suplex

Max a élevé sa bière sur les mots d'Alex. "Fuckin' A. Je veux toujours être plus haut que je ne le suis déjà." Il s'est un peu claqué, puis il a hurlé. "Mais sérieusement. Je pense que nous le voulons tous. C'est juste une question de savoir si on a la chance de monter. Flanagan parle d'attraper l'anneau de laiton, mais il continue à être tiré hors de portée. Si nous voulons passer à autre chose, nous devons trouver notre propre voie. »

Mike Blaze Real name: Michael Richardson Hometown: Chicago, IL Age: 24 Height: 6'0" Weight: 152 lb. Entrance Music: Rage against the Machine - Know Your Enemy Alignment: Face Gimmick: An anti-authority hellraiser that competes for beer money, thrills, and the cheers of his fans. Mike does surprisingly little singles competition, often preferring to team up with other faces who are outnumbered or outmatched. He has no problem bringing foreign objects into a match, but only against opponents who "deserve it." Personality: Mike is the kind of guy whose gimmick came from his real life. When not wrestling, he can usually be found at local punk clubs, or anywhere else he can have a great time and get into trouble. He's easy enough to get along with, but hates when people try to rein him in or keep him from doing what he wants, when he wants. His behavior could spell trouble for him in the near future, since it's a matter of time before he takes something too far. Biography: Mike got his start in a backyard hardcore promotion called Garbage Pit Wrestling, and started jumping between other hardcore feds when it was shut down by a lawsuit from GPW. He managed to gather a small following among other punks, and recently got picked up by GPW itself when they decided to bring in some "extreme" talent to get the hardcore fans watching their shows. Wrestling Style: Extreme high-flier, occasional hardcore brawler. Finishing Move: "Blaze of Glory" - shooting star press, preferably through a table Common Moves: -Flying elbow/leg drop -Missile dropkick -Running bulldog -Atomic drop -Suicide dive -Facebuster

Peut-être. Mais j'ai un plan pour continuer à montrer au vieil homme que je suis prêt à essayer. Il n'est peut-être pas intéressé à nous pousser, mais ça ne veut pas dire qu'il ne peut pas nous enterrer. Connor s'est amusé, sachant bien ce qui se passerait s'il essayait de s'en sortir seul. D'ailleurs, en tant que talon, il était en train de se réchauffer assez bien en ce moment. Pas tout à fait "Ivan Ivanowsky dans sa chaleur d'adieu", mais décent. Qui sait, s'il n'arrêtait pas d'aller à ce rythme, il pourrait même avoir un tir légitime sur le champion à un moment donné? Un mec pourrait rêver. "En parlant de ça, je vais rendre visite à Flanagan avant de partir pour la nuit. Plus vite je sais ce qu'il a prévu pour moi à la bataille, plus je dois préparer quelque chose de bien! Rendez-vous à la prochaine émission! » Il a ajouté qu'il ramassait son sac. Il a quitté la pièce pour un murmure de "Va te voir" et "Va te chercher plus tard" et s'est dirigé vers le bureau de Jack Flanagan.

Name: Connor O'Malley a.k.a 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds Hometown: Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada Height: 6' 2" Weight: 257lbs Entrance Music: Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne Alignment: Tweener - Typically heel, but often plays the face role in feuds against other heels. Gimmick: 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds might have been a normal member of society once. Nobody knows, since nobody knows anything of his past before he wandered out of the wilderness into the small town of Mackenzie, British Columbia. A social outcast with minimal vocabulary and a vicious temper, 'Rabid' Rob found work doing the only thing he knew how to do: Fight. Those crazy Canadian bastards shoved him in a wrestling ring each week and watched him tear his opponents to shreds. And now he's here in GPW, looking to do one thing and one thing only: Dominate! Personality: Contrary to his wrestling persona, Connor is a pretty laid back character who prides himself on his cool head and good sense of humour. Fond of practical jokes and self-depricating humour, he isn't happy unless the whole backstage crew are chuckling at one of his many japes. Despite his outwardly happy appearance, Connor has suffered from alcoholism in the past, and has especially had trouble keeping his drinking under control since his divorce last year. Biography: Born to a low-income family, his father was a mechanic and his mother had previously been an air stewardess, who lapsed into a severe depressive cycle when she lost her job after she had Connor and his younger brother, Thomas. The alcoholic spiral into which she threw herself ended up taking her from Connor's life before his eighth birthday, as she passed away of acute kidney and liver failure. Connor's father threw himself into his work, leaving Connor and Thomas to look after themselves for twelve hours a day. They passed the time in the usual ways: School, riding bikes and playing ball games. But the one time a week when they got to spend time with their father was when the three O'Malley boys would sit down on a Friday night and watch wrestling on the local TV station, broadcast from a small regional wresting company a few miles down the road called 'FGCW' or 'Fort George Championship Wrestling'. When they were old enough, both Connor and Thomas went to tryouts for the FGCW and ended up training alongside their childhood heroes, the wrestlers whose national recognition was practically zero, but to Connor they were like gods. He listened to every piece of advice, followed every training regime and did everything the promoter and the veteran wrestlers told him to do and it wasn't long before he was getting involved, first by ring announcing, then by refereeing and occasionally playing the 'plucky newcomer' when they needed someone for a monster heel to squash. Finally, on his 19th birthday, he was rewarded with his first proper match and went on to become a mainstay of the FGCW undercard. After a few years of not really going anywhere, Connor decided it was time to re-invent himself. He stopped performing under his own name and instead came up with the persona of 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of British Columbia. He grew his beard out, stopped cutting or combing his hair and started painting himself with mud before every match. He changed his fighting style from that of a high-flying technical wrestler to more of a brawling powerhouse and went from playing the babyface to playing the badass monster heel. Although some of his fellow performers were skeptical at first, the rebranding turned out to be a massive hit with the audience and it wasn't long before 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds was headlining events and challenging for the top titles. Unfortunately, it was around this time that he caught his wife in bed with another member of the FGCW roster, who he proceeded to beat the crap out of and had to be dragged off the man by four local policemen. Although the charges were eventually dropped, the company severely reprimanded both of the wrestlers and Connor fell out of favour with the promoter and the other higher-ups. His pending divorce and his increasing alcoholism finally caught up with him when he was booked to challenge for the FGCW Tag Team Championship at a television taping, but showed up so drunk that he passed out on the ring apron before his partner could even tag him in. The match ended quickly and as soon as he sobered up he was dragged into a room with the FGCW chairman, who fired him on the spot. Now, having heard of the troubles happening at GPW, Connor has decided that a change of scenery is just what he needs to clear his head. He placed a call to Jack Flanagan, sent a couple of his old TV tapes over to GPW headquarters for them to look at, and was eventually called to come in for a trial. The rest, as they say, is history. Wrestling Style: Brawling powerhouse. Finishing Move/s: 'Howl at the Moon' (main finisher) - Vertical Suplex Slam, usually transitioned directly into a pin 'Wolfbite' (submission) - Crossface Half-Nelson Chokehold Common Moves: Double Underhook DDT Multiple clothesline variants Powerbomb Powerslam Multiple suplex variants

Jack s'est penché sur sa chaise, en écoutant le plan que Drayden avait élaboré. S'il y a quelque chose, il a dû créditer Drayden pour son nerf. Peu d'artistes auraient l'audace d'entrer dans le bureau de l'homme le plus puissant dans la lutte professionnelle et commencer à faire des demandes. Encore une fois, peu d'interprètes étaient des lutteurs de niveau olympique construits comme une maison de merde en brique. La peur ne s'est tout simplement pas inscrite auprès de l'Homme qu'ils appelaient Drayden. Drayden a proposé, ou plus exactement demandé, qu'on lui donne une course avec le GPW International Championship, le titre secondaire de la compagnie. Un titre qui a en fait précédé le Championnat mondial de poids lourd GPW dans les pages de l'histoire de la lutte. Le titre international a souvent été utilisé pour aider à élever de nouvelles étoiles, et Drayden a garanti à Jack qu'en tant que Champion, il ferait exactement cela. Jack n'a pas pu s'empêcher d'admirer son arrogance, et il a convenu que Drayden serait un match parfait pour l'actuel Champion, Sexton Love. "Ha, ha, ha!" a commencé Jack, en utilisant sa signature booming faux rire, "Je dois vous dire Drayden, j'aime voir un gars qui est prêt à prendre la vie par les couilles, et j'aime l'idée du titre international autour de votre taille. Mais ne sautons pas dans ce truc tout de suite. Construisons-y." Jack s'est penché vers l'avant, s'assurant qu'il avait toute l'attention de Drayden avant de continuer avec son lancer. "Nous avons besoin d'un gros match sur la carte de sous-titre pour la bataille à Seattle," a dit Jack, "et je suis d'accord que Drayden vs. Sexton Love pour le titre international devrait être ce match. Mais je pense aussi que cette Bataille Royale a besoin du plus grand pouvoir des étoiles qu'elle peut obtenir. Voilà ce que je propose. Nous réservons une finition sale qui laisse Sexton Love conserver le titre à Seattle. Fais-lui une belle chaleur. Puis plus tard dans la nuit, vous sortez pour le Battle Royal avec une énorme puce sur votre shoudler. Vous êtes en train de surprendre les gars à gauche, à droite, et au centre. Puis enfin, tu mets la main sur Sexton Love, et tu lui jettes le cul au-dessus de la corde supérieure! Cela met en place un rematch dans le jardin, où vous allez devenir le nouveau Champion International! Le champion international le plus maudit qu'on ait jamais vu! » Jack a pris une profonde respiration, après avoir perdu quelqu'un dans sa propre vision. -- Alors, qu'en pensez-vous?

By the way , since you and uni are RPing a little match between Drayden and Rabid Rob I figured I'd just have Jack book that match for next week. Do you guys have a finish for the match? Because we want to keep both guys looking strong going into Seattle. Maybe Sexton Love does a run-in to end the match as a DQ. Originally I had plans for Rabid Rob and Mike Blaze as well, but we can cross that bridge once we get there. A crazy wildman and a hardcore wrestler seems like a perfect matchup. They would tear the entire arena apart.

Drayden écouta la proposition de Jack's avant qu'il ne crie. Il a dit après quelques secondes de considération. Bien sûr, ce n'était pas exactement ce qu'il avait demandé, mais il ne pouvait que s'attendre à influencer Jack, pas le changer complètement. Mais ne soyez pas surpris quand les gens commencent à venir me voir défendre cette ceinture plutôt que de voir Max Power squash n'importe quoi haut et venir talons vous avez été dirigé vers son chemin. Une fois que j'aurai cette ceinture, je m'en sortirai. Emmenez-le sur la lune et au-delà, rien ne m'arrêtera. Tu crois que mon album a l'air bien maintenant? Attendez que je mette des cliniques avec cette ceinture autour de ma taille. Tu as fait un bon choix de patron, merci de m'avoir entendu.Drayden a souri et a fait signe au patron avant de sortir du bureau. Alors qu'il ouvrit la porte, il rencontra les yeux de Connor et sourit. Salut, mec. Content de te voir. Je viens d'avoir une conversation avec le patron, il est d'une bonne humeur... C'est ton coup de feu, mets tout ce que tu as sorti sur la table.Drayden a mis une main sur l'épaule de Connors et a hurlé avant qu'il parte de l'immeuble, sur son chemin vers sa chambre d'hôtel pour la nuit, pour énumérer les jours jusqu'à ce que la ceinture soit à lui, et les choses pourraient peut-être enfin commencer à regarder par ici.

Name: Bill Stevenson AKA Drayden Hometown: Austin, Texas Height: 6’5” Weight: 285 Entrance Music: Dink Alignment: Face Gimmick: He almost has two gimmicks. In matches, he’s often intense and methodically destroys his opponents with careful technical wrestling. In backstage segments and promos, he’s a little more loose and silly. Think Kurt Angle in the 90s/early 2000s. Stuff like this. He can be a little rough on the crowd in certain promos, but for the most part he gets pretty decent pops because most people love to see someone get torn apart, and when Drayden’s coming down, they know that’ll likely be the case. He has an odd air of charisma around him that attracts people to him. Personality: He’s the best worker backstage, and has been with the company for a long time. Newer wrestlers look to him for tips and encouragement, and the ones that have been around as long as he has know he takes no bullshit. He’ll stiff someone in the ring if they’re trying to politic him backstage. He’s very blatant with the boss, very simply declining to job to anyone he thinks is beneath him, or he thinks he could have a money match with if it’s promoted properly. His finishers are heavily protected; he’ll refuse to use them if they won’t get the pin. Drayden is respected by most everyone backstage, and is usually happy with whatever storylines he’s in, most always in the upper midcard nowadays. He avoids the main event because he feels like he’ll end jobbing to Max Power, someone he does not respect in the slightest, believing that Max is ‘holding the business back.’ He’s been here for a couple of years now, and is trusted by the bookers and agents to put on good, safe matches with everyone, to the point that newcomers are often booked in matches with him(if you can’t have a good match with Drayden, you’re in the wrong business). Sometimes this strategy fails, because Drayden is capable of carrying matches with sloppier workers. He’s the judge of ‘wrestler’s court’ backstage, and much prefers to be called ‘Drayden’ as opposed to ‘Bill,’ even by his fellow workers backstage. Biography: An absolute freak athlete, Bill Stevenson was able to make his body do things that other people didn’t think were possible from a young age. In college and highschool, he was a wrestler and an unbelievably skilled one. He was an Olympic medalist before joining the GPW, where his highly advanced technical wrestling skills allowed him to easily slip into the business. He started as a heel, considering himself better than other people in the company due to his background, but was quickly humbled by a couple of the old hands in the ring. Since then, his character has been a face, and he excites crowds with his wonderful wrestling. He had a few world title shots early on, but came short everytime. After that, he found a spot in the upper midcard, where he puts on five star matches almost every week. As he’s moved on, his wrestling style has evolved from one composed of takedowns and suplexes, to a varied one, with plenty of striking and more traditional moves: i.e., powerbombs, spinebusters, etc, and the occasional top rope maneuver. He’s comfortable and happy in his spot, and enjoys giving promos, which he’s found himself to end up being very good at. He rarely loses matches unless they’re on pay-per-view and against up-and-coming heels, or faces that he respects backstage. Backstage, he’s currently gunning for the GPW International Championship, which he hopes to capture and bring to the light as the ‘workhorse’ title, having no interest in being fed to the unbeatable Max Power. He’s been consistently bringing this up with Jack, saying that, as Drayden, he can bring prestige to the IN title and make it one worth watching the show for. Wrestling Style: Technical brawler Finishing Move: Pop-up powerbomb, Olympic Slam Common Moves: Moonsault(his ultimate move, only used in dire situations. He’s well aware of how dangerous it is, but often does it anyway, calling it in the ring) German suplex Tiger suplex Belly-to-belly suplex Crossface chickenwing Lou Thesz Press Big boot DDT Triple non-release powerbombs Spinebuster

Merci, Drayden. On se voit au prochain spectacle! Connor a appelé le vétéran alors qu'il le regardait disparaître dans le couloir. Ayant regardé plusieurs matchs de Drayden au cours des dernières semaines, il s'est avéré à Connor que c'était probablement le gars avec qui il voulait le plus entrer dans un ring en ce moment. Même s'il a perdu, mettre un bon match avec Drayden n'était qu'une de ces choses qui a toujours fait les fans s'asseoir et faire attention. Connor a frappé à la porte demi-ouverte avant de se pencher et de se mettre la tête autour d'elle. Le bureau était un peu plus sombre qu'il ne l'attendait, mais même dans la lumière basse, il a réussi à distinguer la figure épouvantable de Jack Flanagan inclinant dans une chaise haute. "Bonjour patron. Vous avez une seconde? J'espérais parler un peu de vos projets pour la bataille de Seattle."

Name: Connor O'Malley a.k.a 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds Hometown: Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada Height: 6' 2" Weight: 257lbs Entrance Music: Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne Alignment: Tweener - Typically heel, but often plays the face role in feuds against other heels. Gimmick: 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds might have been a normal member of society once. Nobody knows, since nobody knows anything of his past before he wandered out of the wilderness into the small town of Mackenzie, British Columbia. A social outcast with minimal vocabulary and a vicious temper, 'Rabid' Rob found work doing the only thing he knew how to do: Fight. Those crazy Canadian bastards shoved him in a wrestling ring each week and watched him tear his opponents to shreds. And now he's here in GPW, looking to do one thing and one thing only: Dominate! Personality: Contrary to his wrestling persona, Connor is a pretty laid back character who prides himself on his cool head and good sense of humour. Fond of practical jokes and self-depricating humour, he isn't happy unless the whole backstage crew are chuckling at one of his many japes. Despite his outwardly happy appearance, Connor has suffered from alcoholism in the past, and has especially had trouble keeping his drinking under control since his divorce last year. Biography: Born to a low-income family, his father was a mechanic and his mother had previously been an air stewardess, who lapsed into a severe depressive cycle when she lost her job after she had Connor and his younger brother, Thomas. The alcoholic spiral into which she threw herself ended up taking her from Connor's life before his eighth birthday, as she passed away of acute kidney and liver failure. Connor's father threw himself into his work, leaving Connor and Thomas to look after themselves for twelve hours a day. They passed the time in the usual ways: School, riding bikes and playing ball games. But the one time a week when they got to spend time with their father was when the three O'Malley boys would sit down on a Friday night and watch wrestling on the local TV station, broadcast from a small regional wresting company a few miles down the road called 'FGCW' or 'Fort George Championship Wrestling'. When they were old enough, both Connor and Thomas went to tryouts for the FGCW and ended up training alongside their childhood heroes, the wrestlers whose national recognition was practically zero, but to Connor they were like gods. He listened to every piece of advice, followed every training regime and did everything the promoter and the veteran wrestlers told him to do and it wasn't long before he was getting involved, first by ring announcing, then by refereeing and occasionally playing the 'plucky newcomer' when they needed someone for a monster heel to squash. Finally, on his 19th birthday, he was rewarded with his first proper match and went on to become a mainstay of the FGCW undercard. After a few years of not really going anywhere, Connor decided it was time to re-invent himself. He stopped performing under his own name and instead came up with the persona of 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of British Columbia. He grew his beard out, stopped cutting or combing his hair and started painting himself with mud before every match. He changed his fighting style from that of a high-flying technical wrestler to more of a brawling powerhouse and went from playing the babyface to playing the badass monster heel. Although some of his fellow performers were skeptical at first, the rebranding turned out to be a massive hit with the audience and it wasn't long before 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds was headlining events and challenging for the top titles. Unfortunately, it was around this time that he caught his wife in bed with another member of the FGCW roster, who he proceeded to beat the crap out of and had to be dragged off the man by four local policemen. Although the charges were eventually dropped, the company severely reprimanded both of the wrestlers and Connor fell out of favour with the promoter and the other higher-ups. His pending divorce and his increasing alcoholism finally caught up with him when he was booked to challenge for the FGCW Tag Team Championship at a television taping, but showed up so drunk that he passed out on the ring apron before his partner could even tag him in. The match ended quickly and as soon as he sobered up he was dragged into a room with the FGCW chairman, who fired him on the spot. Now, having heard of the troubles happening at GPW, Connor has decided that a change of scenery is just what he needs to clear his head. He placed a call to Jack Flanagan, sent a couple of his old TV tapes over to GPW headquarters for them to look at, and was eventually called to come in for a trial. The rest, as they say, is history. Wrestling Style: Brawling powerhouse. Finishing Move/s: 'Howl at the Moon' (main finisher) - Vertical Suplex Slam, usually transitioned directly into a pin 'Wolfbite' (submission) - Crossface Half-Nelson Chokehold Common Moves: Double Underhook DDT Multiple clothesline variants Powerbomb Powerslam Multiple suplex variants

C'est vrai! Et ils continuent d'arriver! M. Flanagan a dit que Connor était entré dans son bureau. Parmi les nombreuses jeunes stars promosisng de Global Pro Wrestling, sans aucun doute Connor O'Malley était l'un des meilleurs. En tant que « Rabib » Rob Reynolds, le Wildman de Britich Columbia, Connor s'était rapidement transformé en l'un des meilleurs talons de la compagnie. Rob "Rabid" était un personnage avec un bord dangereux, et il pouvait être réservé comme une menace convaincante pour tout le monde sur la liste, y compris le champion du monde de poids lourd Max Power. Il était certainement un favori tôt pour gagner la bataille royale, et Jack soupçonnait qu'il le savait. Après tout, un certain niveau d'ego était fondamentalement une exigence pour réussir dans l'entreprise de lutte. Flanagan lui-même en était la preuve vivante. "J'adorerais parler de la bataille de Seattle," dit Jack, offrant à Connor la chaise en face de lui, "mais je veux aussi vous parler de la semaine prochaine..."

By the way , since you and uni are RPing a little match between Drayden and Rabid Rob I figured I'd just have Jack book that match for next week. Do you guys have a finish for the match? Because we want to keep both guys looking strong going into Seattle. Maybe Sexton Love does a run-in to end the match as a DQ. Originally I had plans for Rabid Rob and Mike Blaze as well, but we can cross that bridge once we get there. A crazy wildman and a hardcore wrestler seems like a perfect matchup. They would tear the entire arena apart.

Connor a été pris un peu à l'écart par la redirection, mais c'était quelque chose qu'il aurait dû vraiment venir s'attendre autour de l'ancien homme d'affaires wiley. Il était souvent difficile d'obtenir une réponse directe de Jack Flanagan, et c'est dans les rares occasions qu'il vous a donné une réponse. Malheureusement, en tant que propriétaire et booker de la compagnie, il y avait très peu de Connor pouvait faire mais rouler avec elle. "Uh... ouais, absolument. Qu'avez-vous en tête?" Connor répondit, se plaçant soigneusement dans le siège qu'on lui avait offert.

Name: Connor O'Malley a.k.a 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds Hometown: Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada Height: 6' 2" Weight: 257lbs Entrance Music: Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne Alignment: Tweener - Typically heel, but often plays the face role in feuds against other heels. Gimmick: 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds might have been a normal member of society once. Nobody knows, since nobody knows anything of his past before he wandered out of the wilderness into the small town of Mackenzie, British Columbia. A social outcast with minimal vocabulary and a vicious temper, 'Rabid' Rob found work doing the only thing he knew how to do: Fight. Those crazy Canadian bastards shoved him in a wrestling ring each week and watched him tear his opponents to shreds. And now he's here in GPW, looking to do one thing and one thing only: Dominate! Personality: Contrary to his wrestling persona, Connor is a pretty laid back character who prides himself on his cool head and good sense of humour. Fond of practical jokes and self-depricating humour, he isn't happy unless the whole backstage crew are chuckling at one of his many japes. Despite his outwardly happy appearance, Connor has suffered from alcoholism in the past, and has especially had trouble keeping his drinking under control since his divorce last year. Biography: Born to a low-income family, his father was a mechanic and his mother had previously been an air stewardess, who lapsed into a severe depressive cycle when she lost her job after she had Connor and his younger brother, Thomas. The alcoholic spiral into which she threw herself ended up taking her from Connor's life before his eighth birthday, as she passed away of acute kidney and liver failure. Connor's father threw himself into his work, leaving Connor and Thomas to look after themselves for twelve hours a day. They passed the time in the usual ways: School, riding bikes and playing ball games. But the one time a week when they got to spend time with their father was when the three O'Malley boys would sit down on a Friday night and watch wrestling on the local TV station, broadcast from a small regional wresting company a few miles down the road called 'FGCW' or 'Fort George Championship Wrestling'. When they were old enough, both Connor and Thomas went to tryouts for the FGCW and ended up training alongside their childhood heroes, the wrestlers whose national recognition was practically zero, but to Connor they were like gods. He listened to every piece of advice, followed every training regime and did everything the promoter and the veteran wrestlers told him to do and it wasn't long before he was getting involved, first by ring announcing, then by refereeing and occasionally playing the 'plucky newcomer' when they needed someone for a monster heel to squash. Finally, on his 19th birthday, he was rewarded with his first proper match and went on to become a mainstay of the FGCW undercard. After a few years of not really going anywhere, Connor decided it was time to re-invent himself. He stopped performing under his own name and instead came up with the persona of 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of British Columbia. He grew his beard out, stopped cutting or combing his hair and started painting himself with mud before every match. He changed his fighting style from that of a high-flying technical wrestler to more of a brawling powerhouse and went from playing the babyface to playing the badass monster heel. Although some of his fellow performers were skeptical at first, the rebranding turned out to be a massive hit with the audience and it wasn't long before 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds was headlining events and challenging for the top titles. Unfortunately, it was around this time that he caught his wife in bed with another member of the FGCW roster, who he proceeded to beat the crap out of and had to be dragged off the man by four local policemen. Although the charges were eventually dropped, the company severely reprimanded both of the wrestlers and Connor fell out of favour with the promoter and the other higher-ups. His pending divorce and his increasing alcoholism finally caught up with him when he was booked to challenge for the FGCW Tag Team Championship at a television taping, but showed up so drunk that he passed out on the ring apron before his partner could even tag him in. The match ended quickly and as soon as he sobered up he was dragged into a room with the FGCW chairman, who fired him on the spot. Now, having heard of the troubles happening at GPW, Connor has decided that a change of scenery is just what he needs to clear his head. He placed a call to Jack Flanagan, sent a couple of his old TV tapes over to GPW headquarters for them to look at, and was eventually called to come in for a trial. The rest, as they say, is history. Wrestling Style: Brawling powerhouse. Finishing Move/s: 'Howl at the Moon' (main finisher) - Vertical Suplex Slam, usually transitioned directly into a pin 'Wolfbite' (submission) - Crossface Half-Nelson Chokehold Common Moves: Double Underhook DDT Multiple clothesline variants Powerbomb Powerslam Multiple suplex variants

Tu étais un canon ce soir, Connor, un animal sans cage... et je dois te le dire, je suis un fan. Agression sans Ruth. J'adore ça. Au cours des derniers mois, l'agression impitoyable semblait être le nom du jeu pour "Rabid" Rob Reynolds. Le caractère de Connor avait donné une impulsion considérable, et la direction en avait pris note. Flanagan lui-même a dit que "Rabid" Rob était prêt pour le niveau suivant. "Connor, tu as dit que tu voulais parler de la bataille à Seattle et moi aussi, parce que franchement je pense que Rob Reynolds sera l'un des principaux joueurs de la bataille royale. Un autre joueur majeur dans ce Battle Royal va être Drayden, et c'est pourquoi je voulais aussi vous parler de la semaine prochaine. Il est temps pour toi d'entrer dans la bague avec un des grands garçons, et Dieu merde ils ne deviennent pas beaucoup plus grand que l'homme qu'ils appellent Drayden. J'ai entendu dire que tu voulais le mélanger avec Drayden depuis un moment maintenant, donc la semaine prochaine tu auras ta chance." Le match était conçu comme une sorte de terrain de démonstration, et il savait que Connor le verrait de la même façon. -- Voici le plan, continua Jack. "Nous vous réservons un autre match de squash, et vous détruisez simplement votre adversaire. Nous trouverons un bon gars, quelqu'un qui puisse vraiment le vendre. La cloche sonne pour mettre fin au match, mais tu ne t'arrêtes pas. Drayden sort pour faire le sauvetage, et il se met en face de toi. Il vous défie à un match juste alors et là! Vous allez aller et retour pour un bon dix à quinze avant que Drayden n'obtienne la victoire. Après le match, tu fais sauter un joint et tu déchires toute l'arène par Dieu! » Jack s'est retrouvé perdu dans sa propre imagination, il savait que cela ferait une grande télévision. Il pensait qu'il devait un peu d'explication à Connor. "Drayden a besoin de la victoire pour construire un peu d'élan en direction de son match International Title", a expliqué Jack, "mais vous serez protégé puisque vous aurez déjà eu un match cette nuit-là avant de monter contre Drayden. Et ce ne sera pas la fin de l'histoire. Vous et Drayden traverserez définitivement de nouveau les chemins dans cette bataille royale, et qui sait? Si vous avez l'air bien la semaine prochaine, vous pourriez finir par obtenir cette grande victoire à Seattle..."

By the way , since you and uni are RPing a little match between Drayden and Rabid Rob I figured I'd just have Jack book that match for next week. Do you guys have a finish for the match? Because we want to keep both guys looking strong going into Seattle. Maybe Sexton Love does a run-in to end the match as a DQ. Originally I had plans for Rabid Rob and Mike Blaze as well, but we can cross that bridge once we get there. A crazy wildman and a hardcore wrestler seems like a perfect matchup. They would tear the entire arena apart.

"En parlant de ça, je vais rendre visite à Flanagan avant de partir pour la nuit. Plus vite je sais ce qu'il a prévu pour moi à la bataille, plus je dois préparer quelque chose de bien! Rendez-vous à la prochaine émission! » "Bonne chance Connor." Alex connaissait les chances que l'un d'eux se fasse pousser, et que l'ordre possible de leur petite discussion de groupe était Connor puis Mike puis Marco et Alex étaient au bout de cette pile. Il était trop jeune à ses propres yeux. Il avait l'impression de pousser la limite comme elle l'était. Je pensais que la seule raison pour laquelle il était là était à cause de son entraîneur. Il savait qu'il avait besoin de prendre de l'élan et de s'évanouir avant d'obtenir des trucs pour lui dans les coulisses, et selon "Hollywood" Alex avait besoin d'une longue période avec un partenaire d'abord. Alex s'est tourné vers Mike et Marco et a demandé, "Alors, l'un ou l'autre d'entre vous a une idée du genre de match qu'ils pourraient vous mettre jusqu'à Battle à Seattle?"

Name: Alex "Razorblade" Hill Hometown: Rockingham, North Carolina Height: 5'11" Weight: 231 Entrance Music: Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi Alignment: Face Gimmick: He is an underdog and opportunist. He prefers to be in multi-man matches or team ups which is where he thrives. He will help anyone who asks him. He tells the fans that he was just like them. A fan who wanted to be more. He will often say that if they try hard enough they can to. He stands up for the weak and aims for the top dogs. He has a chant that he often uses, "There's no need to fear. The Underdog is here." Personality: Despite being super warm and nice to the fans backstage Alex is very closed off to others. He is somewhat anti-social but loves putting on his persona. He wishes he was more 'friendly' but doesn't know how to be. He truly does care for the fans and his co-workers even if it doesn't seem like it. Biography:Alex didn't grow up in harsh conditions. He was a normal average fan like he says and wanted to be more. He grew up in an area with a lot of other kids who loved wrestling. They all would often gather together and have their own 'promotions' before gathering near a TV to watch the pros. Alex was one of the better kids in the area. As all the kids grew older they all realized only a few of them were good enough to potentially live out all of their dreams. Eight kids in number gave up their individual dreams to help support the three best of their group, Alex being one of them. For the next two years they helped the three train and then one day they set up a dark match with a distant promotion. A 3-on-3 tag team match. They new blood lost horribly, but surprisingly the manager of the company signed two of the kids to join the CWA, Carolina Wrestling Association. For the next few months the two new guys were a dominant tag team and the more veteran teams didn't like them. They kept hassling the two inside the ring and out. It all culminated in a match between Alex and his partner against three members from various teams. Alex and his partner were doing well in the unscripted match until Alex's 'friend' hit him in the back of the head with a chair. Apparently the guy couldn't take the harassment and abandoned Alex and left the show for good. After the horrible loss Alex started his Underdog Gimmick. Fans started eating it up. One guy betrayed vs the world. CWA's records were going through the roof. Then the company fell flat due to constant lawsuits from past competitors because of constant injuries. Alex started roaming from place to place in various indy scenes. The little reputation he had built in CWA was dwindling until an old veteran of GPW saw Alex perform and took the young guy under his wing and showed him the ropes of the big leagues. Alex trained harder than he ever had and when the vet thought he was ready he called Jack Flanagan to set up a trial match. Alex did better than ever before and signed a contract a few days later. And the rest is yet to come. Wrestling Style: Fast paced brawler/opportunist (Imagine the resiliency of Dolph Ziggler combined with the opportunistic ability of Edge) Finishing Move: Butterfly Suplex, Razor's Edge(Imagine Kaitlyn's Lotus Lock but putting the feet on the shoulder blades) Common Moves: Spear Diving dropkick Bicycle Kick Hurricanrana(I can't spell for crap) Side Kick Lionsault over the ropes Shining Wizard Spider Suplex

Ça a l'air génial, patron! J'ai essayé de mettre les meilleurs matches que je peux avec les adversaires que vous m'avez donnés, mais Drayden... il est comme un tout autre niveau. Je voulais travailler avec lui depuis mon arrivée. Je vais m'assurer que c'est spécial! Connor s'est tenu pour partir, un sourire géant lui a plissé sur le visage comme un enfant d'école excité qui venait d'être dit qu'ils allaient à Disneyland. "Quant à la bataille... Je vais faire tout ce qui est en mon pouvoir pour te montrer que je peux prendre cette place. Max est une légende dans cette industrie et juste pour pouvoir marcher dans le même ring que lui et avoir la chance de prouver que j'appartiens là..." Il a couru vers la fin de sa phrase, a regardé à blanc dans la distance moyenne pendant un moment, puis a souri. "Tout ce dont vous avez besoin, patron, ou je peux partir? Je veux commencer quelques idées pour mon match avec Drayden." Connor regarda en arrière vers Jack, ses yeux rayonnant encore d'excitation.

Name: Connor O'Malley a.k.a 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds Hometown: Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada Height: 6' 2" Weight: 257lbs Entrance Music: Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne Alignment: Tweener - Typically heel, but often plays the face role in feuds against other heels. Gimmick: 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds might have been a normal member of society once. Nobody knows, since nobody knows anything of his past before he wandered out of the wilderness into the small town of Mackenzie, British Columbia. A social outcast with minimal vocabulary and a vicious temper, 'Rabid' Rob found work doing the only thing he knew how to do: Fight. Those crazy Canadian bastards shoved him in a wrestling ring each week and watched him tear his opponents to shreds. And now he's here in GPW, looking to do one thing and one thing only: Dominate! Personality: Contrary to his wrestling persona, Connor is a pretty laid back character who prides himself on his cool head and good sense of humour. Fond of practical jokes and self-depricating humour, he isn't happy unless the whole backstage crew are chuckling at one of his many japes. Despite his outwardly happy appearance, Connor has suffered from alcoholism in the past, and has especially had trouble keeping his drinking under control since his divorce last year. Biography: Born to a low-income family, his father was a mechanic and his mother had previously been an air stewardess, who lapsed into a severe depressive cycle when she lost her job after she had Connor and his younger brother, Thomas. The alcoholic spiral into which she threw herself ended up taking her from Connor's life before his eighth birthday, as she passed away of acute kidney and liver failure. Connor's father threw himself into his work, leaving Connor and Thomas to look after themselves for twelve hours a day. They passed the time in the usual ways: School, riding bikes and playing ball games. But the one time a week when they got to spend time with their father was when the three O'Malley boys would sit down on a Friday night and watch wrestling on the local TV station, broadcast from a small regional wresting company a few miles down the road called 'FGCW' or 'Fort George Championship Wrestling'. When they were old enough, both Connor and Thomas went to tryouts for the FGCW and ended up training alongside their childhood heroes, the wrestlers whose national recognition was practically zero, but to Connor they were like gods. He listened to every piece of advice, followed every training regime and did everything the promoter and the veteran wrestlers told him to do and it wasn't long before he was getting involved, first by ring announcing, then by refereeing and occasionally playing the 'plucky newcomer' when they needed someone for a monster heel to squash. Finally, on his 19th birthday, he was rewarded with his first proper match and went on to become a mainstay of the FGCW undercard. After a few years of not really going anywhere, Connor decided it was time to re-invent himself. He stopped performing under his own name and instead came up with the persona of 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of British Columbia. He grew his beard out, stopped cutting or combing his hair and started painting himself with mud before every match. He changed his fighting style from that of a high-flying technical wrestler to more of a brawling powerhouse and went from playing the babyface to playing the badass monster heel. Although some of his fellow performers were skeptical at first, the rebranding turned out to be a massive hit with the audience and it wasn't long before 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds was headlining events and challenging for the top titles. Unfortunately, it was around this time that he caught his wife in bed with another member of the FGCW roster, who he proceeded to beat the crap out of and had to be dragged off the man by four local policemen. Although the charges were eventually dropped, the company severely reprimanded both of the wrestlers and Connor fell out of favour with the promoter and the other higher-ups. His pending divorce and his increasing alcoholism finally caught up with him when he was booked to challenge for the FGCW Tag Team Championship at a television taping, but showed up so drunk that he passed out on the ring apron before his partner could even tag him in. The match ended quickly and as soon as he sobered up he was dragged into a room with the FGCW chairman, who fired him on the spot. Now, having heard of the troubles happening at GPW, Connor has decided that a change of scenery is just what he needs to clear his head. He placed a call to Jack Flanagan, sent a couple of his old TV tapes over to GPW headquarters for them to look at, and was eventually called to come in for a trial. The rest, as they say, is history. Wrestling Style: Brawling powerhouse. Finishing Move/s: 'Howl at the Moon' (main finisher) - Vertical Suplex Slam, usually transitioned directly into a pin 'Wolfbite' (submission) - Crossface Half-Nelson Chokehold Common Moves: Double Underhook DDT Multiple clothesline variants Powerbomb Powerslam Multiple suplex variants

#Introduction ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ###2 septembre, 8h07, jour de l'introduction. L'école commence pour les enfants qui ne sont pas en 9e année à 10h00 et se termine à 14h00. L'école commence pour les élèves de 9e année à 14h00. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- La plupart des Kadic sont alignés à l'extérieur du bureau du directeur, bien que certains soient en retard. Chaque étudiant est appelé dans son bureau un à la fois, et donné leurs papiers avec des informations sur les cours qu'ils seront pris, et les chambres qu'ils sont assignés s'ils sont nouveaux. Tout le monde semble se déplacer assez vite, et peut se terminer bientôt si ces derniers arrivent à l'heure. Ceux qui ont fini sont autorisés à aller dans leur chambre et à faire ce qu'ils veulent jusqu'à ce que l'école commence. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- **** Josive se tient près de la porte du bureau, attendant que son nom soit appelé. Il a remarqué que de nouveaux enfants étaient appelés en premier, donc il était sûr qu'il serait appelé bientôt. Sa théorie était correcte quand son nom a été appelé, et il est entré dans le bureau derrière le gamin qui venait de partir. La porte s'est fermée derrière moi, et j'ai glissé pendant que je la regardais. Je me suis retourné pour faire face au proviseur. "S'il vous plaît, venez sur Jeremi-" l'homme a commencé à dire, puis s'est arrêté soudainement. "Oh, je suis désolée... c'est juste que... tu me rappelles un de mes élèves préférés." il a dit, un peu de se déplacer dans sa chaise maladroitement après son mélange. "S'il vous plaît, venez sur Josive." Il a dit après avoir regardé ses notes. Je me suis assis dans la chaise, et j'ai mis mes mains sur mes genoux. Je savais que j'aurais dû mettre mes lunettes... ce stress rend les choses floues. "Voici vos papiers, et votre chambre assignée. Ça ne te dérange pas de coucher avec un autre étudiant, n'est-ce pas?" Il a parlé alors qu'il me remettait les papiers. Je les ai attrapés lentement, et je l'ai regardé. "Um... non. Pas de problème." J'ai réussi à sortir. "Très bien! Bonne journée. La classe devrait commencer... » il a commencé à dire, regardant son horloge comme il le lisait, "Wow, deux heures!" Il s'écria : "Cela va plus vite que je ne le pensais. Peut-être qu'on aurait dû commencer la classe à neuf heures aujourd'hui." Il a ensuite murmuré à lui-même. Il m'a balancé, et a commencé à passer à travers ses papiers pour les papiers de l'étudiant suivant. Je suis sorti de la porte, et je suis tombé sur une dame tenant un verre dans sa main. Elle s'est renversée sur elle-même, et s'est renversée sur ses chaussures. "Oh! Regardez ce que vous venez de faire!" Elle m'a crié dessus en colère. "Vous faites une belle première journée "Josive._" m'a-t-elle dit. Comment a-t-elle connu mon nom? "Ne sois pas si choquée. Je suis la fille du directeur, Sissy. Je connais le nom de tout le monde. Poussez-vous de mon chemin!" Elle m'a expliqué, puis m'a poussé hors du chemin. Une autre étudiante était appelée au bureau, mais elle passait par les portes alors que l'étudiante ouvrait la porte, puis la fermait derrière elle. J'étais tout secoué, je ne savais pas quoi faire à ce moment-là, mais restez là...

NPC's List For a complete list of official characters, follow this link. Missing Lyoko Warriors: Jeremie Belpois Aelita Schaeffer Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic. Odd Della Robbia Ulrich Stern Yumi Ishiyama William Dunbar Teachers and Staff of Kadic Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher Hans Klotz - School Psychologist Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so). Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt. Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic. Nicole Weber - Office Secretary Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room. Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature. Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse Students of Kadic Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character. Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier. Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it. He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb. Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail. Active Roleplayer Applications Josive Ferrara Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall. Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting. Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games. Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther. As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent. On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked. Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school. Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves. Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet. Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord. Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him. Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad. It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems. Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it. Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time. Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way. Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room. This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck. Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm. Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes. Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game. Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now) Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't? Inactive Roleplayer Applications Arndt Schulz Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds. Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given. Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader. Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th) Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak. Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of. Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy. During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain. Other: Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch Hopscotch Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch

**Sam** J'ai pleuré avec les autres enfants dans le hall à l'extérieur du bureau du directeur. Certains enfants parlaient déjà de choses comme ce qu'ils allaient faire cette année-là. Je savais ce que j'allais faire : manger, faire l'école, manger un peu plus, faire un peu plus d'école, faire des devoirs, jouer, manger à nouveau, jouer à nouveau, dormir et répéter le processus. Il n'y avait personne que je connaissais ou que je voulais savoir, alors pourquoi même essayer? J'ai entendu mon nom, alors je suis venu au bureau. Le proviseur semblait être distrait par quelque chose, donc il regardait l'inverse. Sans faire de bruit, je marchais vers son bureau. Après qu'il ne semblait toujours pas m'avoir remarqué par que, j'ai simulé une toux pour espérer obtenir son attention.

#Sam Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game. Personality: To be RP'd Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now) Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't?

<Sam>: Le principal semblait presque sauter à votre toux avant de se retourner. "Oh, je n'ai pas entendu ton nom être appelé." Il s'est bourdonné presque aussi lui-même. Il a déplacé quelques papiers jusqu'à ce qu'il en trouve quelques-uns marqués avec votre nom dessus. "Ahh, Sam Spark. Voici vos papiers. Ils vous diront quelles classes vous assisterez cette année, et quelle salle vous serez assignée. Nous manquons de chambres maintenant, et nous devons vous recouvrir dans la même pièce... Il s'est déplacé à travers certains de ses papiers, comptant aussi lui-même tout en déplaçant ses lèvres en synchronisation avec ce qu'il lisait. "Vous voulez bien avoir un colocataire dans votre chambre? Presque personne n'est encore d'accord sur ce point, alors j'ai besoin de quelques personnes de plus... » vous demanda-t-il, voulant presque vous commander de le prendre, mais ne voulant pas être fort.

NPC's List For a complete list of official characters, follow this link. Missing Lyoko Warriors: Jeremie Belpois Aelita Schaeffer Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic. Odd Della Robbia Ulrich Stern Yumi Ishiyama William Dunbar Teachers and Staff of Kadic Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher Hans Klotz - School Psychologist Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so). Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt. Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic. Nicole Weber - Office Secretary Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room. Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature. Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse Students of Kadic Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character. Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier. Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it. He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb. Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail. Active Roleplayer Applications Josive Ferrara Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall. Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting. Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games. Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther. As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent. On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked. Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school. Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves. Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet. Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord. Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him. Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad. It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems. Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it. Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time. Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way. Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room. This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck. Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm. Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes. Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game. Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now) Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't? Inactive Roleplayer Applications Arndt Schulz Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds. Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given. Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader. Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th) Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak. Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of. Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy. During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain. Other: Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch Hopscotch Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch

**Sam** J'écoutais ce que disait le directeur. J'y ai alors réfléchi un instant, et j'ai répondu: «Je vais bien avec cela, tant que je n'ai aucun problème avec l'autre personne, mais je vous ferai savoir d'ici là s'il y en a, monsieur.» J'ai surtout fait en sorte que le'monsieur' ait l'air digne de confiance, afin que je puisse impressionner un peu le directeur. Si j'ai appris une chose de tous les orphelinats et les foyers d'accueil, c'est qu'il n'y avait pas de mauvaise parole contre un adulte, surtout s'il avait le contrôle, pour que vous puissiez mieux les avoir en tant qu'ami.

#Sam Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game. Personality: To be RP'd Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now) Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't?

**Lonnie Hélène** J'étais tout simplement enthousiasmé par toute l'agitation dans le couloir, tandis que je me tenais, les doigts serrés ensemble tandis que je les amenais près de mon menton et souriait. Je pouvais vraiment sentir la réverbération passionnante qui était autour de moi. C'était tellement contagieux. Mais bien sûr, tout le monde ne parlait pas, la plupart d'entre nous, sinon tous, étaient nouveaux, donc il était logique que la plupart des gens ne voulaient pas parler à quelqu'un qu'ils ne connaissaient pas. Pas encore de toute façon. Honnêtement, j'espérais que personne ne me questionnerait sur mon sexe. Comme si je n'avais pas déjà été sur cette route plusieurs fois. Tu ressembles à ta mère, disent-ils. J'ai soupiré, j'ai baissé les mains et je les ai saisis dans le dos, en observant attentivement les étudiants qui étaient appelés dans le bureau et qui partaient relativement rapidement. L'un en particulier est sorti et a accidentellement percuté avec une autre fille, regardant prudemment. J'ai roulé les yeux et je me suis glissé doucement, en regardant la fille le mépriser. Un autre enfant a été appelé au bureau, mais je n'ai pas prêté attention, mon accent a été mis sur le garçon qui avait causé la fille à verser une sorte de boisson sur elle-même. Pauvre petite, il avait l'air si agité qu'il regardait la fille qui s'appelait Sissy s'en aller. Je me suis traîné vers le garçon d'une manière joyeuse, et j'ai suivi son regard vers l'endroit où la fille vient de partir, prenant un moment pour courir ma main le long de ma longue queue de cheval. Je l'ai regardé du coin des yeux et j'ai ri. Je suis sûr qu'elle sait que tu ne voulais pas le faire. Bien qu'elle ressemble au type qui peut tenir une grande rancune"**, j'ai dit d'un ton ludique, prenant un bref moment pour lui taper le dos avant de reprendre ma position d'origine avec mes mains serrées derrière mon dos. J'ai pivoté et j'ai affronté le garçon. **"Mes excuses, les noms Lonnie"**, j'ai dit, mon visage féminin brillant qui brille avec l'occasion de former une nouvelle amitié. Il n'y avait rien de tel que de rencontrer de nouvelles personnes.

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Les lèvres porte-monnaie de Chàrlie ont lâché un soupir huffy. Les vacances d'été étaient terminées, le temps de la nouvelle année scolaire. Elle se penchait de façon décontractée contre le mur dans le couloir, l'une de ses boucles tournant autour de son doigt en continu. Ses yeux bruns regardaient froidement ceux devant elle, les nouveaux étudiants. Chàrlie se demandait si l'un d'eux était un ami potentiel. Elle était en fait nerveuse pour ce nouveau semestre; tous ses amis avaient été plus âgés qu'elle et maintenant elle n'aurait plus de cours avec eux, puisqu'ils étaient maintenant au lycée. Et sa meilleure amie, Ana, avait déménagé au cours de l'été pour fréquenter une école en Espagne. Chàrlie se sentait seule. Son attention a été captée par l'exposition voyante de l'ennui que Sissy avait avec l'un des plus nouveaux garçons. Les yeux bruns roulés comme Sissy a laissé une remarque méchante au pauvre garçon. La boisson qui s'était répandue sur elle, pensait Chàrlie en interne, devait être un acte de justice pieuse. À son petit équipement, elle gloussait tranquillement. Sissy ne changerait jamais d'attitude, semble-t-il. Ce serait la troisième année de Chàrlie à Kadic, et peut-être la dernière. Chàrlie a supposé, en la regardant autour d'elle, qu'elle devrait au moins essayer de le rendre excitant. Elle ne savait pas par où commencer. Chàrlie s'est nonchalamment intensifiée dans la file, toujours une piste d'enfants plus nouveaux et plus jeunes devant elle. Ce serait son tour assez tôt pour recevoir son emploi du temps et de nouveaux papiers. Heureusement, elle n'avait pas à s'inquiéter de dormir, sa grand-mère vivait assez près de l'école et était à distance de marche. Elle n'aurait pas à s'inquiéter d'avoir un colocataire odieux.

NPC's List For a complete list of official characters, follow this link. Missing Lyoko Warriors: Jeremie Belpois Aelita Schaeffer Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic. Odd Della Robbia Ulrich Stern Yumi Ishiyama William Dunbar Teachers and Staff of Kadic Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher Hans Klotz - School Psychologist Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so). Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt. Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic. Nicole Weber - Office Secretary Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room. Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature. Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse Students of Kadic Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character. Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier. Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it. He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb. Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail. Active Roleplayer Applications Josive Ferrara Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall. Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting. Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games. Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther. As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent. On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked. Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school. Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves. Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet. Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord. Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him. Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad. It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems. Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it. Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time. Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way. Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room. This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck. Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm. Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes. Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game. Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now) Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't? Inactive Roleplayer Applications Arndt Schulz Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds. Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given. Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader. Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th) Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak. Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of. Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy. During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain. Other: Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch Hopscotch Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch

**Arndt Schulz** Arndt a dépoussiéré ses vêtements après avoir été conduit dans ce qui serait sa nouvelle école. Il n'avait pas l'air très grand, mais c'était un pensionnat après tout. Arndt a réajusté son bonnet, afin de donner une meilleure première impression, et a redressé sa chemise. Il a fait ses premiers pas dans le campus, en repérant ce qui était probablement le bureau du Principe, l'alignement des étudiants le donnant. Il se dirigea occasionnellement vers la ligne, essayant de ne pas se démarquer ou de ne pas avoir l'air faible. Il n'était qu'une petite attente, à cause de son chauffeur qui s'arrêtait pour prendre le petit déjeuner en chemin. Mais, il avait encore une chance de s'enregistrer. Comme Arndt a atteint l'arrière de la ligne, il a pu voir un peu de mal à l'avant. - Ça craint pour ce gamin. Le premier jour aussi, il se pensa à lui-même. Arndt a examiné les gens dans la ligne, en écoutant des conversations qui ont surgi. Il ne savait rien à côté de l'école, pas même où se trouvaient les dortoirs, et écoutait désespérément des indices. Arndt se tenait serré les mains dans les poches, en attendant et en pensant. Après un moment d'impatience, il a tenté de déclencher une conversation avec la personne devant lui. "Hé, heu, ce serait super si je pouvais obtenir des directions pour les dortoirs. Oh, et, peut-être quelques conseils sur ce à quoi s'attendre. Je n'ai aucune expérience avec les internats, donc ce serait super." Il a fait un peu de sourire, et s'est dit : "Amazing, tu as déjà tout gâché. Peut aussi appeler ça démissionne maintenant._ Arndt se tenait debout, attendant une réponse.

### Arndt Schulz Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge Character Name: Arndt Schulz Character Age: 13 Character Gender: Male Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds. Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given. Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader. Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.

**Sam** J'ai quitté le bureau. Je savais que j'avais encore besoin d'installer mon ordinateur portable, alors je me suis dit d'aller à mon dortoir. J'ai lu les journaux que je viens d'obtenir, essayant de savoir où c'était quand j'ai frappé par hasard une fille, qui m'a fait déposer tous mes papiers. -- Excuse-moi, dis-je, qu'on les reprenne. _Darn, pourquoi le premier jour doit déjà aller si mal. Je veux juste jouer un peu avant d'aller en cours._

#Sam Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game. Personality: To be RP'd Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now) Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't?

<Arndt>: "Hmm?" Le gamin que tu as demandé a répondu à ta question alors qu'il se retournait pour te faire face. "Oh, hé. Eh bien, nous attendons tous qu'on nous donne nos papiers pour nous dire quelles classes nous devons faire, et nous avons assigné nos chambres." l'enfant a répondu à votre question. "Des directives? Bien sûr! Je peux t'aider après. Je suis déjà étudiant ici, mais il me faut quand même m'affecter à mes cours." Il a dit les mains dans les poches comme les vôtres. Il a sorti une main et vous l'a offert aussi, "Mon nom est Mike!" Il a dit, en attendant que vous acceptiez son offre de poignée de main.

NPC's List For a complete list of official characters, follow this link. Missing Lyoko Warriors: Jeremie Belpois Aelita Schaeffer Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic. Odd Della Robbia Ulrich Stern Yumi Ishiyama William Dunbar Teachers and Staff of Kadic Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher Hans Klotz - School Psychologist Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so). Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt. Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic. Nicole Weber - Office Secretary Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room. Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature. Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse Students of Kadic Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character. Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier. Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it. He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb. Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail. Active Roleplayer Applications Josive Ferrara Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall. Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting. Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games. Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther. As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent. On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked. Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school. Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves. Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet. Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord. Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him. Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad. It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems. Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it. Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time. Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way. Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room. This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck. Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm. Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes. Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game. Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now) Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't? Inactive Roleplayer Applications Arndt Schulz Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds. Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given. Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader. Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th) Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak. Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of. Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy. During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain. Other: Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch Hopscotch Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch

**Arndt Schulz** -- Merci Mike, répondit Arndt, prenant la main de Mike et le agitant avec un soupir souillé. "Des chambres? Alors on vit sur le campus? Je ne sais pas quoi penser de ça. Oh, désolé. Je m'appelle Arndt, je suis une nouvelle étudiante ici, c'est mon premier jour en France. C'est un endroit plus agréable que je ne le pensais." Arndt frotta l'arrière de sa tête et sourit, ne sachant pas si c'était offensant ou non. Au moins, je peux parler à quelqu'un maintenant, il pensait à lui-même.

### Arndt Schulz Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge Character Name: Arndt Schulz Character Age: 13 Character Gender: Male Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds. Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given. Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader. Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.

<Arndt>: "Pas de problème!" Il vous a répondu. "Ouais, tout le monde sauf les élèves de la neuvième année restent sur le campus. Tu n'as pas à le faire, si tu vis ailleurs, mais la plupart des gens le font. Vos parents auraient dû dire au directeur si vous allez rester à la maison de toute façon. » Il vous a donné des informations supplémentaires. Il a pris note de vous gratter le dos de votre tête, mais pas avec aucune expression. "Ahh, un nerveux? Pas de problème! J'étais assez nerveux quand je suis arrivé à Kadic. Tu t'y habitueras! Oh, et bienvenue en France au fait. Bonjour, comme on dit ici en France! Au fait, il est d'usage de saluer les gens avec Bonjour, tout comme un avenir en tête. »

NPC's List For a complete list of official characters, follow this link. Missing Lyoko Warriors: Jeremie Belpois Aelita Schaeffer Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic. Odd Della Robbia Ulrich Stern Yumi Ishiyama William Dunbar Teachers and Staff of Kadic Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher Hans Klotz - School Psychologist Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so). Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt. Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic. Nicole Weber - Office Secretary Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room. Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature. Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse Students of Kadic Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character. Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier. Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it. He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb. Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail. Active Roleplayer Applications Josive Ferrara Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall. Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting. Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games. Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther. As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent. On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked. Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school. Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves. Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet. Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord. Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him. Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad. It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems. Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it. Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time. Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way. Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room. This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck. Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm. Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes. Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game. Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now) Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't? Inactive Roleplayer Applications Arndt Schulz Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds. Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given. Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader. Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th) Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak. Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of. Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy. During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain. Other: Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch Hopscotch Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch

Sayuri a regardé ce qui se passait autour d'elle avec un sentiment général de dégoût qu'elle n'a fait aucun effort pour se cacher, *'Vraiment pourquoi ont-ils dû m'envoyer hors de combien de kilomètres des deux seuls amis que j'ai juste pour m'empêcher de me battre? Ce n'est pas comme si j'avais commencé plus d'un combat. C'était seulement parce qu'ils étaient sur le point d'attaquer Mina... Elle s'est cognée les bites, puis elle a entendu son nom appeler. Se tenant debout et s'étirant, elle entre dans le bureau des directeurs et tient sa main, "Plaisir de vous rencontrer Directeur."

Username: Demous | Character Name: Sayuri | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: She has waist-length sleek black hair which she keeps in a thin ponytail and sharp blue eyes. She is slightly tall at 5'6" and with an athletic build. She wears black shoes, black pants, and a white t-shirt. Personality: She is laid back and carefree taking very few things seriously. One of the few things she is serious about is threats towards her friends. She is also cautious when making friends due to the dislike aimed at her where she used to live. She enjoys reading, drawing, and fighting. She hates above anything those who use others to their advantage. Biography: She was raised in a fairly wealthy household getting many things but rarely anything she wanted. Her parents wanted her to act one way she wanted to live how she chose. Her parents were well disliked in the area they lived for various reasons, which in turn made her equally disliked. As a result she had one friend other then her twin sister. There weren't really any major problems until 6th grade when several of her classmates started targeting her. It started with small things but eventually escalated into full fights near the end of that year and continued through most of the way through 7th until a suspenstion of all parties near the end of the year. Her parents finally got fed up with the fights and sent her off to Kardic figuring that if she didn't have anyone she knew she wouldn't get into anymore trouble. Other: The second rule 9 is my favorite.

<Sayuri>: "Ahh, s'il vous plaît, asseyez-vous." le principal a dit après s'être levé peu de temps et vous serrer les mains avec les siennes. Une fois qu'il s'est assis, il a agité d'une main comme pour rejeter ce que vous aviez dit, "S'il vous plaît, appelez-moi M. Delmas." Il a offert un petit sourire. "Voici vos papiers. Ils vous diront quelles classes vous devez suivre pour l'année, et dans quelle pièce vous resterez. C'est bon si tu as un colocataire? Nous avons besoin de plus de volontaires puisque nous manquons de chambres. C'est bon si vous ne voulez pas trop..." dit-il, assis dans sa chaise et attendant votre réponse. C'était clair une fois que vous répondiez, vous étiez clair de partir.

NPC's List For a complete list of official characters, follow this link. Missing Lyoko Warriors: Jeremie Belpois Aelita Schaeffer Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic. Odd Della Robbia Ulrich Stern Yumi Ishiyama William Dunbar Teachers and Staff of Kadic Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher Hans Klotz - School Psychologist Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so). Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt. Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic. Nicole Weber - Office Secretary Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room. Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature. Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse Students of Kadic Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character. Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier. Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it. He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb. Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail. Active Roleplayer Applications Josive Ferrara Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall. Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting. Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games. Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther. As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent. On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked. Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school. Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves. Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet. Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord. Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him. Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad. It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems. Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it. Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time. Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way. Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room. This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck. Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm. Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes. Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game. Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now) Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't? Inactive Roleplayer Applications Arndt Schulz Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds. Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given. Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader. Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th) Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak. Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of. Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy. During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain. Other: Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch Hopscotch Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch

Jacob gémit alors qu'il montait à l'école sa sœur cadette, Madeline, sautant derrière lui, une autre année ici en France, alors qu'il était en mesure de parler la langue et plusieurs autres qu'il a manqué à la maison, il manqua Londres. La pluie, le brouillard et le vieux fleuve de la Tamise étaient agréables, mais ce n'était pas à la maison. Alors qu'il marchait vers l'académie, il soupirait, il ne voulait vraiment pas attendre dans la file, mais sa sœur a insisté pour qu'il vienne avec elle. Alors qu'il attendait, il se demandait qui il obtiendrait en tant que colocataire cette année. Il espérait une personne décente ainsi qu'une personne propre, il détestait une pièce désordonnée, il sortait son téléphone en vérifiant l'heure et soupirant alors qu'il attendait patiemment pour lui et a sa sœur à entrer.

### Jacob Username: ApollosArcher | Character Name: Jacob Blackwood | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th Appearance: Tall and slender, with piercing Gray eyes and sharp jaw line. His hair sticks out like a sore thumb and some freckles dot his face. He's actually pretty light for some one his size standing about 5' 11" and weighing in around 175. What little weight he does have is muscle as he is avid athlete. Personality: While he does project an air of nobility and power, he doesn't do it intentionally as he's friendly if a bit distant, due to past problems he tends to talk a lot without really saying anything as a defense mechanism. Generally Jacob is willing kind and considerate but prone to anger and lash out if stressed, thus he does his best to stay distant from people. While popular he secludes himself keeping post people at arms length only letting a certain few get close. Biography: A gifted young man, from a young age he showed talent in fencing and most academic pursuits. He comes from a long line of English nobility, however his childhood was filled with sadness as his father constantly berated him for not being good enough. He wanted a son of legend, anything less than perfect qualified as failure, with that came no dinner, a beating or worse. An all star fencer and child genius he did well in most subjects, however only hundreds and flawless victory's satisfied his father, however he also took the beatings for his sisters failings in school. Talented and singing and can play a few different instruments. Two years ago his mother could no longer stand by and watch this, so while Jacob and his sister were at school she killed her husband, this got her place in jail, both kids were then sent off to France where they were enrolled in Kadic Academy to keep them out of the light of paparazzi. Other: I swear, some fool wrote nine twice! Ugh, I'll have to edit it all now.

Sayuri prend les papiers et clin d'œil, "Je n'ai pas de problèmes actuels avec avoir un colocataire. Merci, je m'en vais. J'espère que mes parents n'ont pas fait de demande quand ils m'ont inscrit », se lève-t-elle et rentre dans la foule des étudiants à l'extérieur du bureau. En regardant ses promenades, elle remarque une fille qui avait l'air plutôt nerveuse, *'Might aussi bien au moins essayer de se faire une amie,* se promenant sur elle sourit bien qu'elle ait l'air pertillement ennuyée, "Mon nom est Sayuri Je suis nouveau à l'école. J'espère que vous pourriez m'aider à me faire visiter."

Username: Demous | Character Name: Sayuri | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th Appearance: She has waist-length sleek black hair which she keeps in a thin ponytail and sharp blue eyes. She is slightly tall at 5'6" and with an athletic build. She wears black shoes, black pants, and a white t-shirt. Personality: She is laid back and carefree taking very few things seriously. One of the few things she is serious about is threats towards her friends. She is also cautious when making friends due to the dislike aimed at her where she used to live. She enjoys reading, drawing, and fighting. She hates above anything those who use others to their advantage. Biography: She was raised in a fairly wealthy household getting many things but rarely anything she wanted. Her parents wanted her to act one way she wanted to live how she chose. Her parents were well disliked in the area they lived for various reasons, which in turn made her equally disliked. As a result she had one friend other then her twin sister. There weren't really any major problems until 6th grade when several of her classmates started targeting her. It started with small things but eventually escalated into full fights near the end of that year and continued through most of the way through 7th until a suspenstion of all parties near the end of the year. Her parents finally got fed up with the fights and sent her off to Kardic figuring that if she didn't have anyone she knew she wouldn't get into anymore trouble. Other: The second rule 9 is my favorite.