Beast Masters' Academy for Developing Monsters (Supernatural School) Sign-Ups, Members Needed

(So, What's your full name?): Andrew Spero Umbra

(Okay, what is your age?): 16

(How about gender?): Male

(Specific Pronouns for that gender?): He/Him

(What sexuality are you?): Pan

(Are you a teacher or a student?): Student

(If you're a teacher, what class do you teach?):

(If you're a teacher, what type of magician are you? You know like mage, Druid, etc.):

(If you're a student, what mythical creature do you have the abilities of/will you eventually turn into?): Hell hound

(How about a picture of yourself?):

(If you're a student, can you show us a picture of what you will look like once you eventually transform into a mythical beast?):

(Tell us a little bit about yourself! Whether it be personality, history, relationships, whatever!): Through my life I have been plagued by misfortune. It all began when I was born, and subsequently abandoned with an orphanage. Misfortune strikes when you least expect it, serving a potential parent an allergen, finding out your crush is dating your friend, the cliche banana peel slip...but the worst was on my sixteenth birthday. I woke up to find that tiny bat-like wings were beginning to sprout from my back, and small horns were sprouting under my hair. Moreover my fingernails, though still shaped normally were black, and would not return to normal no matter how hard I scrubbed, and all of my senses were heightened to a frightening degree. I was infected with the magical disease, and I am slowly becoming a demon...A hell hound at that. You don't really get to choose what will happen to yourself when you're infected. I probably got...the worst of it and...some dark thoughts began to encroach. This school only accepts one through the age of eighteen, so I don't have long to learn from them. Even though I'm becoming a beast...I don't want the darkness to consume me. I want...I need to learn to control myself. I want to, and I shall, rebel against this demonic spirit I have been cursed with!

(I drew nothing! Fixed him with minimal editing.)

Hey, Like I said, I'm fine changing him up! No offense taken, I'll get right on it.

Fixed him, so I'll be working on making that Home Ec. Teacher.

Alright, I slept on it. I think I really do want to join.

Question though, could I have a windigo if he was deer-headed instead of a more human looking one?

I'm plotting to draw the reference myself, so I can make him a very animalic, but still vaguely humanoid windigo.

(So, What's your full name?): Mason Vii Stanford

(Okay, what is your age?): 29
(How about gender?): Male

(Specific Pronouns for that gender?): He/Him

(What sexuality are you?): Heterosexual

(Are you a teacher or a student?): Teacher

(If you're a teacher, what class do you teach?): Home Economics

(If you're a teacher, what type of magician are you? You know like mage, Druid, etc.): I am a wizard that specializes in magic that puppeteers otherwise inanimate objects such as brooms, mixing tools and the like. Aside from that I have a basic grasp on fire and water elemental magic.

(If you're a student, what mythical creature do you have the abilities of/will you eventually turn into?):

(How about a picture of yourself?):

(If you're a student, can you show us a picture of what you will look like once you eventually transform into a mythical beast?):

(Tell us a little bit about yourself! Whether it be personality, history, relationships, whatever!): In my youth, I was a member of an impoverished, but close family of four. Myself, my parents, and my elder sister. My family has always specialized in animating simple things like cleaning supplies, so we made a living cleaning the homes of better off families. At an appropriate age, I dropped out of school to help my family with work. That was when I first smelled what real food smelled like. Food made from scratch, rather than the stuff our family could afford, or spend the time to make. I had a flair for my family's specialized magic, so I'd often volunteer to clean the kitchen and watch the chefs work. Eventually the chefs took a liking to me, and started narrating what they were doing, and teaching me how to do it. It was actually a lot easier than they made it look with proper instruction. The chefs went on to teach me how to use magic to start a small fire, about the size of a candle flame, for lighting pilot lights on stoves safely. They also taught me a water spell so that I could safely cook in case a fire started to spread by accident. It was stressed heavily not to use that spell on grease fires, and use flour instead. I also found out that the ingredients were a lot cheaper if you knew the right people. The chefs told me who the right people were, and I decided to use some of my wages to purchase the ingredients I needed. I realized too late that the recipe takes multiple people working on it together to have it properly prepared at a reasonable time. I was upset, and dropped a plate. When I called a broom and dustpan over to clean it up, I realize. This magic that I've seen this whole time, my whole life, wasn't specifically made for cleaning supplies. Just simple objects. I cast my magic on our kitchen knives, and directed them to prepare all of the ingredients. That was the beginning of a new career path. The work of a chef is much more valued than the work of a cleaner. I made it a point not to work for any family that had chefs that taught me, and when I was hired, I was compensated the amount that an entire team of chefs would be paid, because I quite literally could do it all myself. Of course, one has to know how make the meal before he can direct others, even if they're controlled by magic. Even though I dropped out of high school, I was able to both give my family a better life, and save up for the future. Once I taught my family how to use our magic this way, I was happy to start up a restaurant that sold good food at cheap prices. I became somewhat wealthy, able to live the happy life of a bachelor...Or so I thought. Though I was living a good life, and so was my family, I felt hollow inside. That's when it hit me. I was filling people by serving them at my restaurant, but to what end? They'd just come back not knowing how to make it themselves...scarf it down like animals...and I came to the conclusion that knowing how to make food rather than knowing how to procure food was the distinction between man and beast. Apparently...I wasn't the only one who had come to this conclusion, as I was approached by a representative of the school. My background as an ex-housekeeper as well as my current one of a restaurant chef made them find me more than qualified to teach Home Economics despite my lack of formal education. That being said they did require me to take my equivalency exam and take a few college level education courses before I could formally join the staff. My restaurant is now run by my very capable family until the day I decide to go back to that life, if ever.

(I can't believe that I finished this form in one sitting. I had so much fun writing his backstory.)

KairosLion Alright cool, I just wanted to make sure!

(Sorry if this is too dark. I really liked the idea of playing a boy turning into a windigo. Especially since it would be a race against time to make sure he wouldn't turn into a man-eating, deer-headed creature bent on eating every living being within its path without remorse. Also I thought it would be super cute for him to have an Axolotl, and Spunky slightly softens the blow of super grim dark. And he's up for relationships—Though only through a lot of patience and persistence since he's afraid to bond with anyone—but be prepared for what's coming.)

Sorry that I need to link the drawing and such, tinypic wouldn't work for some reason. I do eventually want to draw a reference for him myself, even if it won't be that good, but I really don't have it in me right now for that.

Ooh, looks cool!

track!

Alright, that should be good for now. I've been rather busy lately, so that's why it took me so long to finish my Windigo drawing.

(So, What's your full name?): My name's Viirala Jadeana Rhawein most call me Vii once they know me

(Okay, what is your age?): I'm proud to be seventeen years old

(How about gender?): "Ummm, female duh!"

(Specific Pronouns for that gender?): She, her, hers you know...the usual

(What sexuality are you?): Bisexual Biromantic

(Are you a teacher or a student?): A student, but still prefer being invisible

(If you're a teacher, what class do you teach?): N/A

(If you're a teacher, what type of magician are you? You know like mage, Druid, etc.): N/A

(If you're a student, what mythical creature do you have the abilities of/will you eventually turn into?): Kelpie/Alicorn mix

(How about a picture of yourself?):

(If you're a student, can you show us a picture of what you will look like once you eventually transform into a mythical beast?):

(Tell us a little bit about yourself! Whether it be personality, history, relationships, whatever!): Hmm let's see here. Viirala is a very interesting character. She's been abused her whole life and was found when on the streets. Her mother and father were interesting people. Her mother was super sweet and kind but died when she was young. Her father was nice...kind until she died. Once her mother died, her father hit her and sent her on her own to live on the streets at 8 years old. While on the streets she got infected by a mixed mythical creature. She has trust issues and hates been noticed. She is usually one to remain invisible and not like attention drawn to herself, sitting in the corners and not being noticed. Many don't know she exists....until now. As she showers it's usually early to avoid her scars being seen....many litter her body. However there's more to her than that. She has abilities of an Alicorn and the appearance of both Alicorn and Kelpie. She also has floor-length red hair.

reserve headmaster?