Posts by SkySinger

Amunet swung out of the bunk when the announcement came on. She walked out of the dorm, moving through the hallways. The school had changed quite a bit since the last year she'd been here, but she quickly did find herself on the right course to the cafeteria.

Amunet walked into the cafeteria, quickly surveying everyone who'd already arrived. She snatched up sone food, sitting down at a table where there weren't a lot of people. She kept her head down, not acknowledging anyone for the moment.

Silver grabbed something to eat quickly, a few muffins, before heading off to her first class, Science. She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, always finding it annoying when her hair fell in her face so part of her view was blocked. She'd tried headbands a few times, but they didn't really work for her. She dragged her hair behind her, pulling it up in a ponytail while walking down the halls.

Amunet glanced up as she noticed a large group of people beginning to gather at one table. They were directly across from her, at the next table. She wondered if they already knew each other, or if they all just happened to sit down together and were just now getting to know each other. She looked away.

Well it could be just werewolves and vampires,mor we could cast the net wider to including other things like shapeshifting, elemental control, telekinesis, or anything else.

Amunet glanced up as Hillary sat down next to her. "Hello," she said cautiously. The girl seemed to be very perky, but you never knew what could lay behind that exterior. Amunet was always a bit cautious around others she didn't know, but it was hard to tell.

Ok! So..perhaps they could both be on the run from those who want to kill them because of their powers, and they somehow meet up and start to lean on each other to survive, and eventually fall in love?

"My name is Amunet," the girl said slowly. Just why was this girl so bright and perky? Oh well. Perhaps it would be best if she could make some allies while she was here.

I haven't seen that show

Shall we make characters first? Would you want to do a full form or a just a pic and name?

"Thank you. My name is of Egyptian origin," Amunet said to Hilary in response to the comment about her name. "And I suppose I'm doing fine for someone locked away in this school. And you?"

Ok, I'll whip up a form once I finish my homework

Amunet threw a sidelong glance at Hillary. "If I may ask," she started. "Why are you so cheerful? Most people who come don't want to be here, and find no joy in being here."

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Tracking! I'll get something up later today
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[NICKNAME(S)] Ari
Angelic Demon
[BIOLOGICAL SEX] Female
[AGE] Seventeen (17)
[SPECIES] Human
[POWERS/ABILITIES] Angel Soul

[RANK] N/A
[ALLIANCE(S)] None currently
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[b][HAIR TYPE] Long and straight
[i]HAIR COLOR: Blonde
HAIR LENGTH: Long
[EYE SHAPE] Round
EYE COLOR: Blue
[BODY TYPE] Lean and curved
HEIGHT: 5'3"
WEIGHT: 110lbs
[BODY MODIFICATIONS] Pierced ears
[CLOTHING STYLE] Ari tends to wear simple clothes, like t-shirts and jeans, along with a set of sneakers or boots. She dislikes dresses and skirts of any kind, and absolutely hates to wear them. She will occasionally wear cropped tops as well. She always wears a silver wing charm around her neck; she never takes it off.
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[b][POSITIVE TRAITS] Cheerful
Loyal
Reserved
Intelligent
Strategic
Cool-headed
[NEGATIVE TRAITS] A tad unforgiving
Untrusting
Secretive
Cunning
[PERSONALITY] When one first meets Arianna, she comes across a more reserved and quite girl. She isn't shy, just a bit aloof. She doesn't seek out people to befriend them, or is she the the outgoing girl who's friendly to everyone, but neither is she the quiet and shy girl who sits in the back corner of the room. Ari's caught between the two. Though not the most outgoing of people, if one does take the time to befriend Ari, you'll find that she open up more and does become more cheerful and outgoing. She's a lot more comfortable around her friends, and can be rather talkative and playful with those she's familiar with. She can be very kind and generous, and is always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone who needs it. Ari isn't afraid to speak her mind either, but does know when to keep her opinions to herself. She's a rather level-headed girl, and prefers to think things through before jumping into them, but on the other hand is also very good at coming up with strategies on the fly and going with the flow of things. Ari's a very intelligent girl, and is always feeding her hunger for knowledge through books.
Underneath this surface though, Arianna can actually be found to be a dark and brooding person. Ever since the day her mother was killed, Ari has sworn revenge on those who killed her mother, and will stop at nothing until she achieves it. This may just be a cover for Ari's own feelings of shame, for she feels that she could have prevented her mother's death, but instead chose to flee. Ari has hated that decision she made on that day, and because of it, will now never back away from a challenge or an opponent, no matter how impossible or difficult it may seem. Ari can also be a rather untrusting girl, and, though she may seem cheerful and at ease, is on guard and wary around those she doesn't know very well. At times, she has also been known to be rather cunning, very occasionally bordering on manipulative, to achieve something that may bring her closer to her ultimate goal.
Despite all this, if you can earn Ari's genuine friendship, she'll stay loyal to you until the end. If you betray her though, the likelihood of her forgiving and trusting you is slim to none. Ari is also very protective of her friends, and will do anything to make sure they stay safe from harm, even at the cost of her own life, for she doesn't want to lose anyone else like she did her mother. Ari dislikes accepting help from anyone, preferring to deal with her own problems by herself. If something is troubling her, she won't let anyone around her know so they won't worry about her. On the rare occasions she does receive help from someone, Ari feels an obligation to pay them back; she doesn't like the feeling of owing something to anyone.
All in all, Ari appears to be a rather cheerful and kind girl, though inwardly she is quite shattered and consumed by her need for retribution. She is a genuinely kind and loyal friend however, if you earn it from her.
[i]LIKES: Reading
Dancing
Drawing
Paying guitar
Singing
Stargazing
Rain
Twilight
Her friends
Sweets
DISLIKES: Large crowds
Sudden loud noises
Failing
Friends getting hurt
Arrogance
Spicy food
[HISTORY] Ari was born an only child into her family. Her mother, Madelyn, was a skilled Molder Mage, specializing in Silver-Make magic, and Ari was very close to her. Ari never knew her father, for he left the family when Ari was very young. From a young age, Ari had an love of studying magic. She could never seem to master her mother's passion for Molding Magic, so she dabbled in many different types at the beginning of her life, but none seemed to ever really "click" with the young girl. She could never really perform any of the magics she tried, and Ari started to worry that she'd never be able to perform magic. Eventually however, Madelyn brought eight-year-old Ari a book on Take-Over magic. Intrigued, Ari began reading everything she could find on the subject, but, with there being multiple types of Take-Over magics, Ari wasn't sure which form would fit her. She finally discovered her magic though, when she was out spending a day with Madelyn in a forest outside the town. Ari wandered off a little on her own, and came across a strange being. This was Qaphsiel, an angel. Being the curious thing she was, Ari approached the being, and, without meaning too, took the angel over. This was Ari's first Angel Soul; she had finally found her magic. Ari would then train everyday with her mother to strengthen her fledgling magic. She gained what she came to call her Elemental Trio of angels over a period of four years, gaining the last one, the water angel Sachael, when she was twelve. Neither Ari nor her mother belonged to a guild, but they would help out around the town and would sometimes take requests that required a wizard's touch from the townsfolk.
One day, however, wizards from a dark guild known as Spirit's Breath attacked Balsam Town. In an attempt to defend the town, Madelyn faced the wizards, but was killed in the process. Madelyn had told Ari to run, so the fourteen-year-old escaped into the surrounding woods around Balsam. When Ari returned to the town, she found much of it in ruins and her mother's dead body. Ari hates herself for leaving her mother when she needed her daughter the most, and ever since then has sworn that she'll never run from a fight again. However, with nothing left for her in Balsam, Ari left, becoming a wandering wizard who did odd jobs to make money and support herself. She is on a constant search for the remaining members of Spirit's Breath, who have disappeared and not been heard from in years, whom Ari has vowed vengeance upon. She had thought she'd found them one year, when she was fifteen, when a town was having trouble with something attacking travelers headed to and from the town. It was here that Ari found, not Spirit's Breath, but Israfil, a Fallen Angel Soul. Ari engaged the angel in battle, and took the form over, which is how she gained her final soul. Ari still cannot fully control Israfil, and has yet to use it in battle since she first took it over.
After the fight with Israfil, Ari continues her search around Fiore, still just a wandering soul as she searches for Spirit's Breath.
BIRTHPLACE: Balsam Town
PARENTS: Colton Stryker (Father - whereabouts unknown)
Madelyn Stryker (Mother)
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER RELATIONS: None mentionable
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[b][SEXUALITY] Heterosexual
[RELATIONSHIP STATUS] Single
[LOVE INTEREST] None
[BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND] None
[SPOUSE] None
[CHILDREN] None
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[OTHER] N/A
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Ah, would you mind starting us off?
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I leaned against the tree, folding my arms across my chest, hugging myself tightly to conserve warmth. My breath came in small puffs in the frigid autumn night air, and I pulled my jacket a bit tighter around me. My iridescent watch read the time: 11:48. I sighed. I had another twelve minutes to wait until midnight when I could finally go back home, or my friends would never let me hear the end of it. They’d say I was too scared to have waited around until midnight to see if the ghost would actually appear. And I wasn’t ever one to back down from a challenge or dare, though I was starting to question my decision this time around. This had to be one of the foolish dares ever! And my friends, as much as I loved them, were all a bunch of superstitious nitwits who’d believe any old legend told to them. And of course I had to pay the consequences for being the one voice of reason and trying to explain to them that they couldn’t believe everything they’d been told. Yes, some people who had carved their names into the bark on the tree had shown up dead and hanging from the tree, but it was just coincidental; those poor people had probably been planning suicide and simply wanted to let the blame fall on the old legend instead. Yet when I had tried to explain this fact to my friends, they brought up the second old legend about the hanging tree: the one about Isaac O’Connor. Supposedly he had been convicted for the murder of a family, and had been hanged at the age of eighteen. His supposedly last words had been something about telling his young bride, Annabelle Neil, to run, which she did. I’d been shown a few pictures of Annabelle before, and I actually resembled her very closely. But that, as well, was simply coincidental.

I glanced down at my watch again. 11:56. Four more minutes until midnight and I could finally leave and get back to my house - and a warm bed. If I got a cold or some other illness from this excursion, I was so blaming my friends. I started bouncing a little to try and keep warm, wishing I’d brought out a book or something to read while I’d waited. I didn’t have anything else to do. Eventually I’d turned to watching the stars and running through the constellations that were visible during this season, but after being out here for so many hours, even that had begun to bore me. I sighed, mentally counting down the seconds in my head as the minutes ticked ever so slowly by, the numbers on my digital watch creeping towards the appointed hour.

12:00. Midnight had finally arrived. And still, there was no ghost. Well this had been a spectacular waste of my night. A tired yawn left my lips and I stretched a little. At least now I could go home and get some sleep. Huffing in slight annoyance, I shoved my hands into my pockets, standing up straight. I threw a final glance around the tree and the surrounding area. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Well at least I could finally prove to my friends that there was nothing involving ghosts or spirits or legends or anything of the sort around this tree. I started walking away from the tree, fixing my gaze on the town. However, I’d only taken a few steps away from the tree when a masculine voice met my ears. It was hoarse, and cracking in pain, calling out the name of someone. Slowly, I stopped walking, turning around. I swear, if this was some prank my friends were trying to pull, I was going to kill them. But as I turned, I was met with the sight of not my friends, but the figure of a tall boy, empty-eyed and dark-haired. I squinted, and faintly, through the dark, I could see the indention of a rope around his neck.

Now my friends were taking this too far. What was this, some holographic projection? I bet this was all just some elaborate scene they cooked up to try and scare me. There was no way this was real. I blocked any thoughts of this being a legitimate spirit, my scientifically oriented mind coming up with several possible solutions for the vision I was seeing before me. The most likely one was a projection of an image. I laughed quietly as the figure finally turned towards me, his dead eyes fixing on me. I’ll admit, it was a rather realistic projection. His stare sent a few shivers running up and down my spine. I tried to push my fear aside though, but couldn’t stop my heart from beating a little quicker as the boy approached.

“Isaac O’Connor, I presume?” I said as he came up, asking me if I was his ‘lost bride’, Annabelle. “My apologies, but I am not your Annabelle. My name is Arianna.” My gaze flickered over the figure once more. “Well at least they did a good job in making it look real,” I muttered to myself. “I wonder where they placed the projector...and where they’re hiding now,” I wondered about my friends.
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I adjusted my bag a little over my shoulder as I walked down the quiet road. I was passing nearby to the town of Magnolia, but I’d chosen not to stop in the town since I’d heard there had been some trouble between a legal and dark guild there. I was taking a longer route to avoid the town in general, but it was still visible from this distance; I just couldn’t make out any details. Though, even from where I was walking I could see there had been considerable damage to the town. For a brief moment, I wondered exactly what had taken place, but I soon pushed the thought aside. Better not to get involved with any business from involving guilds, for that would mean I’d have to tie myself down to a certain place. And I couldn’t do that until I accomplished the goal I’d given myself a few years ago. I brushed a few strands of my long blonde hair out of my face as the wind teased them. I’d thought about working my way around towards Clover Town as my next stop. I sighed. It would probably be at least a few days until I got there, since I didn’t have enough money to buy a train ticket. Hopefully I could find a job or two somewhere in the town to earn a little more jewel.

As I was musing over these thoughts, I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. The road I’d thought to be quiet was not as deserted as I had originally thought. While being lost in my own thoughts, I hadn’t realized that I was slowly being encircled by a group of people, and the noose was tightening around me. I only really shook myself out of my thoughts and registered their presence when they finally stepped fully into view. There were all me, clearly just a group of thugs hoping to steal something of value from a helpless girl traveling all on her own. Well, they’d chosen the wrong target.

I glanced around at the group of bandits that had made the unseemly mistake of deciding to try and attack me. I could sense some magical presences, so assumed that at least some, if not all, were wizards. I sized them up with a brief glance. It shouldn’t be too hard to take them all out. I could probably accomplish it with just my Qaphsiel Angel Soul. These guys seemed liked they could be fun to play around with for a light sparring. “Well well,” I said in a more soft-spoken voice, but one that betrayed my confidence. “What have we here? Some practice partners for me? I was just thinking I wanted to spar a little. You’re all too kind, really.” The slightest of smirks graced my lips. I took a deep, calming breath, closing my eyes for a brief moment before they fluttered open again, burning with a fiercely elated fire of excitement. I'd been bored walking along these seemingly endless roads, and this was the perfect distraction. “Angel Soul: Qaphsiel!”

My body became enveloped with a familiar feeling, white light covering me entirely. My clothes melted away into a basic armor tunic, gauntlets and metal boots appearing on my hands and feet. My hair darkened from its usual blonde to a chestnut brown, and glowing white wings sprouted from just beneath my shoulder blades. In my hands appeared the angel foot soldier’s weapons - a simple pair of dual short swords. The transformation finally complete, the light dispelled, leaving me cloaked in a new soul to face down these thugs. I raised my swords up into my typical stance, on ready to lash forwards in an attack and the other ready to defend. I grinned. “Shall we have at it then?”
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