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Variation: Canon

Race: Merfolk

Occupation: Student

Classes Being Taught [if teacher]: [ a teacher may teach ONE class, and one class only.]

Classes [if student]: Healing Magics Class, Alchemy, Archery Class, Strategy Class, Alteration Class

Major: Healing Magics Class, Alteration Class

Physical Age: 16

Personality: Seychelles, or Michelle, is a big-hearted girl though at points she can lack confidence, and talent. She is noted to be sloppy and cannot cook on her own. The way I portray her is someone who can become nervous, but isn't afraid to speak up for the better. She prefers to see the world preserved in mother nature's beauty, and for this AU i'd assume she would be disappointed in anyone for polluting the ocean--since she is of the Merfolk species. Otherwise, she is relatively friendly and enjoys talking with people she knows...though at first she may appear shy.

Physical Description: Michelle, being a chain of oceans, is small. So in this, she will appear shorter than most and maybe even for her age. She has tanned skin and two brown ponytails tied with red ribbons. With the Merfolk AU applied, she would have teal-ish colored fins on her head and then, when wet, a teal-ish fin. Despite being on land(and in school), I still think Michelle would roam barefooted. It's her preference. 

History: I want to get this brief, so here it goes. Michelle was one of the many Merfolk, and as mentioned, was driven from the sea. Her family, of what she knows, is dead. She's basically alone, but that does not get her down. She is determined to fuel the fire in the act of defeated the Darok. And so, she is attending this school.

RP Example: ((Mafiatalia!AU)) Michelle kept her eyes fixed on her lap, she could feel the other's fixed on her. She gave a small nod and parted her lips to speak when she stopped as a buzzing and scratchy sound came from the British officer's walkie-talkie. She moved her gaze slightly to eye the object in the man's hand, trying her best to make sense of the words that came out in a frantic rush. Then, he clicked it off. She looked up at him as he spoke, watching his lips, then turning her head with his as he fied his gaze Neils. She felt her eyes widening at her heart quickening: this is what she feared.

Then, the tension was pierced by the roar of explosions and the foundation shook. She squeaked, wanting to scream but she felt sound caught in her throat as the police officer pushed her to floor and shielded her with his body. She herself found the contact uncomfortable, and would on any other occasion but she was relieved at the moment and she shut her eyes tight as the world around them thundered with vibrations. And as they ceased, she refused to open her eyes. She was more terrified then anything--she didn't want to open her eyes to the people around her dead, that was something she could never handle. Eventually she heard the other refer to her and she peeled one eye open, looking at him. She still refused to spoke and shakily took his hand, pulling herself up. She refused to move her gaze toward the windows at all, and held back an attempt to cry or cling to either of them. She looked down at her feet and hugged herself, horrified by such an experience. 

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Out of Character Information

Mun’s Name: Ruby, or Rubyleen.

Contact Info: email: [email protected] -or- [email protected]

Roleplay Blog URL: smile-our-hearts-will-become-one.tumblr.com

Time Zone: West Coast 

Extra Information: I sometimes forget about tumblr, and school can be a pain in the ass. If you need contact with me, just email me or find me wherever--like in the chatzy.

#canon #submission #aph seychelles

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Application Accepted! -mod england

Variation: Canon

Race: Wood Elf

Occupation: Teacher

Classes Being Taught [if teacher]: Conjuration and Alchemy

Major: Majors; Conjuration and Alchemy, Minors; Battle Magics, Alteration

Physical Age: 22

Personality: Being a mysterious character, it's not very often that one could tell what the crazy Romanian's up to. He's definitely spontaneous and one for jumping into action when it really isn't necessary. He can be very inquisitive at times and, despite the dumb air he may put around himself, is very intelligent, more so than others may give him credit for. For the most part, he is a fun person to be around, one for pranks and laughter. He does tend to ramble when he gets excited and because of this looses focus on whatever it is he's doing in that moment. He loves to see other's have a good time, as much as him anyway.

He is a very intricate character. He has potentials of ADD and tends to be unable to hold focus on topics that don’t interest him too much. He tends to be hyper at times and can get too excited over little things. He’s usually laid back and easy going unless riled up. He loves to talk and will often times chat anyone who’s beside him’s ear off. He is sometimes unable to pick up on the atmosphere around or even other’s aura’s and would sometimes come off as a bit inconsiderate because of this. He is very mysterious when it comes to certain things.

He has a very mysterious air around him, something he can't help. This is mainly because of what he teaches, and his background. He doesn't always seem right to others because of this. He likes to be on his own, if he's hiding something or not has always been a question...

Physical Description: 

[source]

Height; 5’7” (~172cm) (Definitely not super tall)

He is a rather finely built man, not too muscular, not too thin, he doesn't work out as often as he should.

His hair is a strawberry blonde colour with some light brown under layers. His hair also has the same kind of brown low lights.

His skin is a bit toned, enough that he isn't pale at all. He does get darker during the summer or when there's sun.

His eyes are wine red or crimson in colour.

He has one sharp tooth that tends to poke out of his mouth.

History: Having been born in the dangerous forests, this elf definitely knows what he's doing when it comes to dealing with wild animals. Considering himself to be pretty good with all creatures, he had managed to live most of his life in this solitude surrounded by animals. He never knew his parents, as they had ditched him as a baby with the wild animals. He grew up with them, learning all kinds of skills from the animals that living with civilized people would have never taught him. Of course, a downside to this would be that he never learned how to speak or act civil and non-barbaric.

He lived like this for a good portion of his life, until a passing group of elves of the same race as him found him. Of course, thinking they could use him as a sort of slave, he was captured, taught to be more like them, though he was lower than him. He suffered at the bottom of the group, picked on, beaten up... Anything. He has many scars because of this. He doesn't like to remember this time period of his life.

Escaping this treacherous group, he returned to his life within the forest. Now knowing both animal and elf ways, he flourished on his own, hearing rumours of all kinds of dragons. Never once had he heard of someone befriending one, so he took it upon himself to befriend one. It would definitely be a feat all on its own. He accepted the challenge, going out to find these mysterious creatures.

Many years he spent on how to approach a dragon, studying them from afar until he finally found the one he would try to befriend, a navy scaled wyvern he dubbed Lele. Upon befriending her, he learned the ways of the dragon, becoming probably the first dragon rider within his region. He learned how the dragon flew, constructing a saddle and reins for the wyvern he rode. They lived on the way of the dragon, mainly by air and cave. In his time with Lele, the elf learned multiple things on his own, the beginnings of of his knowledge of magic starting in this time. He always had a connection with the magical world, but it was only until now he tried to harness the powers that he knew he possessed. With the help of Lele, he'd learned a lot.

The darkness began to form more and more within the land that he and Lele lived on, eventually having to retreat to find a new place that would be the beginnings of his transformation from brute to civilized individual. He had heard rumours from the animals of an academy being created, so he went to this place, thinking he could learn more from this place. He never was too great with people, so he quickly gained the sort of 'outcast' title within the academy when he first joined it.

Since he joined this academy, he quickly opened up to the sages of the time period, of course learning all he possibly could. He excelled, helping to fight the Darok alongside the sages. He watched them grow older and older as he himself stayed really young. With their passing, he took on a sort of role to being the heart of the academy as best he could, always being bright and happy, something he had learned to be in this new environment.

He and Lele spent this time then together, fighting the Darok that quickly began to take over once before. He taught anyone whom seeked to join the battle. He awaits for the day that the next mages would arise, so he could teach them what the past ones had taught him.

RP Example: Eyes as red as the rubies that stuck out in the side of the mountains in the alpines, the young wood elf was quite sure he had found what he was looking for... For years upon years he had travelled a long way just to find a being of almost pure myth... A creature so rare it would take guts and will power only to track it down, and here he was. He had done what no other wood elf like him has done. He had managed to track down a dragon. Of course, the slight giddy feeling he got as he looked down at the clearly evident signs of a dragon only furthered his want to continue onward.

The cave stood with its mouth agape to him, big and waiting to swallow anything that comes by that may fit. The soft rumbling was key something was inside. Hand gripping to the pendant he wore, he took in a small breath, mentally preparing himself as he made his way in. If he didn't come back out, he would most likely be either dead or very triumphant. With his heard pounding, he went in, eyes dilating a bit as he looked around in the darkness, the faintest of glows beginning to take place here and there as he recognized them as magic energy. With a grin beginning to form on his lips, he began to proceed further into the cave. He could feel the vibrations of the dragon sleeping through the floor, being sure to be as wary as possible because of this, for any sudden moves could be the end of him.

The dragon slept before him towards the back of the cavern, large and seeming to be comfortable. Smoke rose up from the beast's nostrils, filling the cave with this heat. The elf was sweating a bit, looking nervously to the animal before stopping before it. As if feeling his presence, the dragon opened an eye, yellow eye slitted dangerously as she stared at him, lifting her head a bit to quietly hiss, wings beginning to spread out a bit, though towards the wrist, 3 looking claws gripped the ground, obviously identifying the dragon to be more of a wyvern than anything.

"Ah... Salut little one..." he muttered quietly, smiling lightly as he reached a hand out, looking to befriend the beast. She stared at the hand as he slowly made his way towards her, a hiss coming over her as she dodged it, leaping over the wood elf to quickly escape the cave and into the forest.

Well... At least he wasn't attacked, right? Valeriu watched with bright eyes, smile growing to a toothy grin. This was the dragon he definitely wanted to befriend... Going to follow after the dragon quickly, he watched it quickly take off, flying with such the freedom he could only dream of. It was amazing and beautiful just watching the navy scaled dragon flying about, making a large shadow over the Romanian. Grinning, he went to follow the wyvern, wanting to see where she would go as she flew away.

A good week he kept up with this sort of stalking relationship with the dragon, dubbing her Lele. He devoted a lot of time trying to befriend her, getting to the point he would be able to stand almost next to her, though not touch her. The day finally came that she came to him, however, nudging him in the back as he sat in the grass petting one of the wild rabbits that had come to sit in his lap. Of course, when the wyvern had gotten close, the rabbit bolted, tearing through the grass and into the brush, obviously not wanting to get eaten. Looking back with wide eyes, Valeriu was definitely confused.

A rumble was earned to him by the beast as she snorted, eyes staring down at him as they grew full, a look of which was rather cute in the Romanian's eyes. Blinking, he slowly went to hold his hand out, the dragon pressing her nose against the palm, purring softly. Smile growing, he could almost cheer, moving to stand up as he pet the scaly face of his new friend. Slowly bringing his hand to her neck, he travelled down her body to her shoulders, patting her lightly. Testing her trust in him, he put his arms over her lowered shoulders, being careful to dodger her wing arms as he did this action. No response.

Definitely, what happened next wasn't what the Romanian elf was looking to, as she turned back and literally nudged him onto her shoulder blades. Eyes widening, he gripped around her neck, legs on either side of the neck and rump in between her shoulder blades. Definitely not a comfortable position in the least. Within seconds, she hoisted herself up onto hind legs, standing tall and looking to the sky. One, two, three powerful wing strokes and she was in the air, speeding up into the sky. Almost on the verge of screaming at this action, Valeriu clung for dear life.

Piercing through the clouds above, the navy scaled wyvern opened her wings out to glide, the view definitely unlike what the elf had seen as he opened his eyes after feeling the flight smooth out.

"W-Wow...." he breathed, loosening his grip on his new friend, staring with his mouth wide open. This was like unlike anything he had ever seen before... Sunlight painting the clouds below pink. It was gorgeous, that was for sure. Looking down at his new friend, he smiled widely.

"This is beautiful... Thank you so much for showing this to me Lele..." he muttered, earning a rumble in response.

Lele flapped her wings for a moment before bringing them closer to her body, readying for a dive. Of course, Valeriu was ready, smirking a bit as he gripped to the wyvern once more. Within seconds, they were declining, going through the clouds once more at a high speed. Wings opening, the dragon flew, easily, showing off her world in the sky to her new friend.

"This is so amazing!" the male cheered, happily looking around a the ground below.

"This is going to be the beginning of a great friendship, eh Lele?" he laughed softly, patting the scaly beast whom roared in response, gliding through the air with her new rider easily.

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Out of Character Information

Mun’s Name: Mary | Moment/Elsket

Contact Info: email; [email protected] skype; momentrp

Roleplay Blog URL: [link]

Time Zone: (UTC-08:00) Pacific Time (US & Canada)

Extra Information: Yo; o v o

#canon #submission #aph romania #farmece-si-balauri

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Application Accepted! -mod england

Variation: Canon.

Race: Nymph.

Classes:  Language, Healing Magics, Kitchen Training, Battle Magics

Major: Healing Magics, Battle Magics

Physical Age: 18.

Personality: Known for his distinctly cheerful personality, Feliciano cares much about the people around him. It can make him appear weak and somewhat needy to those who do not like such attention, but it does gain him some allies. However, he often dislikes the fact that he is very emotional, hitting him lightly or getting him scared for a brief moment can make him cry. Feliciano is very loyal, and he has his heart in the right place. His morals often rank above friendship and family, though, and he strongly believes in justice in the right situations. He can be quite private about his personal matters, and it can be hard to read his feelings at some points. He also can be very abrupt, too thoughtful, and is very headstrong.

Physical Description: Feliciano is short, approximately 160 centimeters in height. He is very lean, and his size can decieve many to think that he is weaker then what he seems. He has amber colored eyes, and lightly tanned skin, and his face is small and heart-shaped.

History: Feliciano had never had a particularly heavy life, living under the influence of his grandfather. He had a brother who was gruff, but still meant well, and he had good company whenever he would meet other nymphs. All that changed when one day when a Darok invaded the patch of forest that the small family resided in. He found himself having the first taste of the darkness by watching as his grandfather died. Fifteen, and considerably without any idea of what to do without his grandfather, Feliciano left his brother Lovino as he went to find something, something interesting and safe compared to the sheltered life he held before. Practicing his healing magic was really the only thing he could do to try to suppress his sadness over his grandfather's death.

A few years went on, and he worked at various odd jobs for his living. He often had to hid his magic from the people he worked with, as most magic bearers recieved slack for not fighting against the Daroks. Feliciano could never find himself trying to fight anyone, even though he saw the carnage and the deaths caused by the darkness. All that changed when the town he lived in was ravaged with the terrible creatures. He found himself much more angrier and sometimes he exploded with fury, scaring people who were accustomed to his cheerful quality and optimistic thoughts. He became friends with a man who was experienced in Battle Magics, and started to learn what he could learn, his emotions fueling his practices. After a few years, he felt like he had nothing to lose, so he enrolled into the Leadengrove Academy for the Gifted and Brave. Even though he can be weak at times, he is determined to win back the land that the Daroks have taken, and feels that this academy is one step closer to it.

RP Example: (An apocalyptic universe.)

Feliciano stared at the collection of various bird feathers in his old art box, running his finger along the soft fluff. They were all different, a few peacock, stray ones from a crow, and his favorite, a pale grey of a dove. He remembered his teacher telling him that peacocks were such beautiful birds, with their halo of green, blue, and yellow, bright rays of sunlight. They were undeniably proud, but there was an almost modesty coming from them. It was like an angel who refused to wear his halo.

He carefully tucked the end part of a feather in his belt, the head of the feather tickling the sides of his thighs. Carefully, he tucked the others in as well, the difference creating something…unusual. The feathers turned into a peculiar skirt, dull and blue and brilliant. Feliciano closed his eyes, briefly spinning around on tiptoe, the softness swishing against his legs. It was stupid to imagine that there was beauty in such a place behind the walls, and Feliciano knew it. He let the dizzying wave from spinning hit him, and he closed his eyes as he fell forward into the hard gravel ground, glad to forget for one more moment.

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Out of Character Information

Mun’s Name: Jane (Jem)

Contact Info: [my personal tumblr: http://aquea-dilabimur.tumblr.com/]

Roleplay Blog URL: http://aqueadilamibur.tumblr.com/

Time Zone: Pacific Time

Extra Information: I like to RP and am open to talking about random things if one desires so.

#canon #submission #aph italy #aqueadilamibur

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Application Accepted! -mod belarus

Variation: OC

Race: Nymph

Classes:  Healing Magics Class, Alteration Class, Forging, Kitchens Training:

Major:  Healing Magics Class, Alteration Class

Physical Age: 18

Personality: Erynn is extremely intelligent she's also a bookworm and reads a lot. She is curious, kind, benevolent, laid back, and when truly comfortable with someone, has a sarcastic streak. However Erynn can be cunning manipulative and at times silver-tongued when she needs to be. Erynn would do anything to protect her family and friends; though has a very strong sense of right and wrong. Erynn has a temper, that's nearly as short has her and tends to harbor grudges. The fastest way to get on her bad side is by picking on someone weaker than you. She finds bullying despicable and will go out of her way to stop it. Once you anger the girl she can be cold, stubborn, rude, snide and calculating.

Physical Description: Erynn is a rather short girl, standing at a mere 4'11 (Though on a good day she's 4'11 and a quarter.) The girl has smooth, pale, ebony skin with a few freckles dusting her skin in random places (Shoulders, a few on her arms, neck). Erynn's long, thick, straight, is a raven, inky black color. She has beautiful dark green eyes that tend to an intriguing shade of Castleton green reminding one very much of Ireland's beautiful green hills. Her body isn't muscular at all; in fact she's quite weak. Instead her body is lean and willowy though some would merely describe her as scrawny.

History: Erynn was born an only child to a nymph couple where they lived happily for the first ten years of her life. Though once Erynn hit double digits, it seemed her life would take a dive for the worse. The water of which Erynn and her family resided about became polluted and the forest began to decay- all handiwork of the Darok. Her mother and father thought of ways to try to heal the land though it never had very good results. Erynn's mother decided that they must move from the tainted land and thus began the move that changed Erynn's life. Gone was the protection she'd always known and found in the green, green forests, or rolling hills she called home. Now she saw withered crops, tainted water, terror and worst of all despair wherever they traveled. The desire to help filled her though she felt useless. What could a small nymph like her hope to accomplish anyhow? That's when her mother began teaching her basic healing magic, something it seemed she had a knack for. They eventually settled down near a small reclusive stream high in the mountains away from most people and species. They lived peacefully until Erynn turned 15- and disaster struck once again. Erynn's beloved mother came under with a fever that the nymph just couldn't heal, and Erynn's mother passed on from this world. Devastated her father grew withdrawn and angry- lashing out at the world itself and sometimes Erynn. Around her sixteenth birthday he disappeared for two weeks where the little nymph was convinced he'd abandoned her. Just as she was about to give up hope of him returning Erynn's father did return, with the news that she would be going to Leadengrove Academy for the Gifted and Brave. Erynn was convinced that this is they way she could help, and accepted going where she's been ever since.

RP Example: Erynn looked around dully at the passing students on her way to the kitchens to cook meals for everyone. "How boring." She thought dryly to herself, tugging at the uncomfortable hem of her clothing, yet another thing that was new to the nymph. When she came here Erynn thought she'd be going out fighting those abominations that threatened their Earth; though Erynn was still training. Like most of her species she was a solitary soul, keeping to herself and daydreaming of better days, dreaming of when the Darok would be forever vanquished and the world may sing and rejoice with elation of being freed from their shadowy grasp. Unwittingly she'd slowed her pace down as she thought, and the warning bell seemed to mock Erynn that she'd be late to class now. Grumbling under her breath Erynn hurried up her pace forcing her petite figure to take longer strides. The nymph had broken out into a jog when she finally arrived to class, four minutes late and slinking in Erynn hoped that her absence would be unnoticed; such however, is not Erynn O'Connor's luck. "Where were you Erynn?!" The teacher's voice raised over the initial din of class, freezing the soft-spoken nymph in her tracks. "I... Got distracted." Erynn admitted in a sheepish tone, a pink hue colored her pale, ebony cheekbones. It wasn't the first time that Erynn was late either so with an exasperated eye roll the teacher sent her to her spot with only a small scolding; it could of been worse.

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Out of Character Information

Mun’s Name:  Molly

Contact Info: [email protected], mollymu14(Skype)

Roleplay Blog URL:  mollymu14 TBD 

Time Zone: Eastern

Extra Information: So this is my first roleplay so please go easy on me T.T

#original character #submission #aph ireland #mollymu14

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Application Accepted! -mod england

Variation: Canon

Race: Snow Elf

Classes:  Conjuration Class, Battle Magic, Kitchens Training

Major: Conjuration, Battle Magic

Physical Age: 20

Personality: Even growing up in the territory of the Snow Elves, Ivan has always been cheerful on the surface. Though bullied around by his superiors as well as other children when younger, Ivan believed the best front was cheerfulness. Of course, it became more of a facade than how he actually felt. He admires others who easily show their feelings, especially through laughter and tears. Occasionally he’ll attempt to get others to show those feelings through his actions, which often leads to unintentional cruelty on his part.

Physical Description: Ivan is very tall, reaching about six foot flat. However, combined with his larger body type he appears intimidating. He has a rotund face and light violet eyes, as well as a large nose. His hair is a pale blond, and his skin tone is very pale as well.

His neck is scarred badly, and as such he always wears a scarf.

History: As famed the Snow Elves are for their beautiful swords forged in the heart of the kingdom, many forget the materials needed to create these famed weapons. Ivan was raised in one of these mining encampments.  Though he was not born there, he supposed he might as well have been, as he does not remember his parents. Growing up had been rough, as he had always been chubbier, and often forced to do heavier lifting and mining because of it.

His superiors were often rough with him as they were with all the kids working the mines, but due to his hard work Ivan was often given a good spot next to the heater. Older children who thought they were more deserving of a privileged spot often bullied him because of this. Ivan expected to stay there his entire life, until roving Darok destroyed the encampment. Ivan, along with some other workers, had been in  the mine and had escaped.

Unfortunately, none of those who’d favored him had survived, and his enemies were quick to oust him from the survivors. Alone on the mountainside, Ivan was sure he’d have died had it not been for the first spirit he’d summoned. The cold, which had always been his enemy while living in the mines, now protected him. The spirit he’d summoned, albeit accidentally, called himself General Winter and has stuck with Ivan ever since. Of course, Ivan is now consistently cold, regardless of whether he is in the presence of the spirit or not.

At eighteen, Ivan decided to leave the mountains he’d been staying in to go inland and to a town he’d heard stories of, Armosa. Though the General had been his companion, and Ivan supposed he’d never been truly alone, he had some desire for human contact. He journeyed with some traveling merchants, and found a drink that seemed to burn his throat with a fire he’d missed.  Though he knows the sensation is false, Ivan still enjoys drinking the beverage, though it had alcoholic properties. 

Finally, he arrived in Armosa, his goal city. Though he wished to take a job at a winery and perhaps learn to make Vodka, his favorite drink, his talent for Conjuration was soon discovered, as well as his propensity for Ice Magics. He decided to join Leadengrove Academy, as he could work with his companion, General Winter, as well as train in the kitchens, though his only goal is to learn how to make Vodka.

RP Example: [From a Video Game AU with Self Aware NPC!Ivan]

[NPC] Born in a small town, Ivan was programmed for one simple duty. To give out quests to those players who asked. Day after day, he would respond with the same dialogue, same actions, same emotions. He completed his duty tirelessly- that was his job, to help these strangers who came in wave after wave, always asking the same thing. One day, he'd encountered a strange who'd acted differently, who hadn't given him the same dialogue as a normal character. He'd said something so strange, so radical- Ivan's entire thought process had changed. Had he ever met this sister that he kept sending people after? How did he even know how many monsters had captured her? And then he'd begun to actually listen into the dialogue of the strangers- not just what they said to him.

Ivan was in a game. He was an NPC- he didn't even know what that meant. All these strangers were people, yet they had different worlds. It was such a strange, strange thing to think. They talked about skills- Ivan didn't even know what that was. He had practiced harvesting grain- he was the son of a farmer- and he supposed that was a skill. But they talked about leveling. About learning shields, or barrages of arrows or magic or bullets and it just made Ivan's head spin. He wanted to learn about all this, but he would never dare ask one of those strangers. As he stood in his spot, awaiting another stranger, PC's, they were called, Ivan was pushed slightly. That never happened- but perhaps it was that first stranger who had enlightened him? But no, it was someone else. "Who are you?" He asked, then widened his eyes in shock. That wasn't in his dialogue.

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Out of Character Information

Mun’s Name: Cassie [Neon]

Contact Info: skype: fortytwotomatoes | email: [email protected]

Roleplay Blog URL: sunflowersontheside.tumblr.com

Time Zone: EST [GMT – 5]

Extra Information: <3

#canon #submission #aph russia #sunflowersontheside

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Application Accepted! -mod england

Variation: Canon

Race: Wood Elf

Classes:  Archery, Alchemy, Strategy, Healing Magics, and Kitchens Training

Major: Archery, with a minor in Alchemy

Physical Age: 17

Personality: Distant and a bit cold at first, soft and kind with those he likes, icy and spiteful to those he dislikes.

Physical Description: 130 pounds, light skin with brown tattoos along his arms/abdomen/jawbone, short black hair, yellow/amber eyes

History: A typical wood elf, even if he did seem to have a tendency to not emote as much as other children his age.  ((I plan to develop this more as I RP as him.))

RP Example: One breath, then two, then three...  With a thwang that was as familiar to Kiku as his own heartbeat, he loosed the arrow and tracked it's path from his hidden nook in the foliage.  He was rewarded seconds later with the sound of his target falling to the forest floor, and he soon climbed down from his perch to take his arrow out of the buck's side.

In all honesty, he was happier being out here than he was being with the rest of his small group.  Out of the few teens present, he had been the one selected to go to the academy to train for war.  Him, of all elves!  Barely keeping a frown under control, he began the trek back to the camp with his prize.  He still had to skin and butcher it before nightfall, after all...

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Out of Character Information

Mun’s Name: Corbet

Contact Info: My skype is kisakisama91.  Please come talk to me.

Roleplay Blog URL: http://cherryblossomemperor.tumblr.com/

Time Zone: EST

Extra Information: Ooooh, fun fact time~!  Let's see...  I like messing with online dollmakers, I am genderqueer and give no shits about what pronouns you choose to use for me, I am the oldest of five kids, my cat likes to sleep in my spare pillow (yes, in it, and if he were old enough I would have applied as Sealand instead.  WHat?  I like Sealand.

#canon #submission #aph japan #cherryblossomemperor

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Japan is now reserved.

#reservations #notice

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Russia is now reserved.

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America is now reserved.

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APH Group Roleplay Blog: Opening!

The Darok fester, they grow. They poison our land and our people. They suck the souls from all things sentient. Thousands of years ago, a great wizard named Barenzulg attached the spirits of our realm’s four elements to his four students: water, fire, earth and air. Every one hundred years these Sages reincarnate to defend us against the incorrigible Darok.

But they have not shown themselves yet, and we cannot wait for them forever. Join us in Leadengrove Academy where we are amassing our own army from all walks of life to retaliate against the horrors that plague our realm. If we do not fight, we shall all perish.

This is a brand new roleplay group: a medieval fantasy AU, mixed with a touch of gakuen! Many races and classes are available for your character. Make sure to read the rules and all of the information within the Directory before joining!

Application Form | Taken Characters | Available Races | Academy Grounds | Available Classes

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Application Accepted! -mod norway

Name: Lukas Bondevik | Norway

Variation: Canon

Race: Snow Elf

Classes:  Conjuration, battle magics, melee combat, strategy

Major: Conjuration

Physical Age: 19

Personality: Lukas is a typically stoic man, who often makes sarcastic remarks in response to most anything. He’s not one for being social, and you could even go so far as to say that he’s a bit shy, although he’d never admit to anything of the sort. He may come off as rude and uncaring, but if one gets to know him he’s actually rather calm and values his friendships greatly. Oddly enough, even though he is a Snow Elf, he doesn’t like the cold, and prefers warmer areas and climates. He’s fond of music and knows how to play the violin. He may even sing occasionally if he knows that he’s alone.

Physical Description: Lukas is a pale, light blonde Snow Elf, about 5’9”. His hair is pulled back over his right ear by a cross pin. He has a rather lean build.

History: Lukas grew up in one of the warring tribes of the northern plains. Even before the threat of the Darok had arose, he hadn’t cared much for the wars and political nonsense of the tribes, and often found that speaking to the spirits that resided on the lands they would travel a much better way to pass the time. When the Daroks did begin to threaten them, he was still young, only twelve. At first none of the tribes had paid much attention, having the resources to fight off the meager first wave of attacks. Then when the animals started disappearing and what vegetation did grow in the plains died off, they started to have an issue with the Daroks.

After the Daroks had sent his own tribe into despair, Lukas ended up in the city of Armosa. Originally he hadn’t planned on going to the academy, but after seeing that he could help fight against the threat that ruined his homeland, he had an urge to join the academy and develop his natural skill for conjuration. From that point on he has resided at the academy.

RP Example: It was three days after the world had ended, and for once Lukas was truly alone. He hadn’t found anyone he knew. Not anyone alive at least. He would have rather forgotten that he had run into Tino, who had turned into one of them, but that wasn’t so easily forgotten. It was just the day before when he had last seen his former friend, wandering the streets with tattered, blood stained clothes. His stomach had been splayed open and was still dripping blood. It surprised him, of course. He had never thought a friend of his would succumb to this plague.

Now, he sat in an abandoned building, contemplating on what to do. There had been word of a safe zone on the other side of the city, but travel was dangerous. He couldn’t risk using a gun in the city, as it would attract more and more of these ghouls, but just the thought of a place that was safe from all of this madness was amazing to him. What compelled him even more to attempt to traverse across the city was the possibility of finding friends and family. Even knowing the odds of making it through the city alive, he attempted to hold onto the hope that someone, anyone had survived. That was perhaps the only thing that kept him going. If he lost that hope, there was nothing else to live for.

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Out of Character Information

Mun’s Name: Finns

Contact Info: Skype: doublerainbowsonfire Email: [email protected]

Roleplay Blog URL: kingdomofbutteredcoffee.tumblr.com

Time Zone: UTC -05:00 Eastern Time Zone (East Coast of America)

Extra Information: I’m really lazy, like wow I need some motivation. Zombie AUs are my lifeblood. Coffee is just as good.

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Romania is now reserved.

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Application Accepted! -mod england

Variation: Canon

Race: Human

Classes: Battle Magics, Archery, Alchemy, Healing Magics

Major(s): Archery, Battle Magics

Physical Age: 19

Personality: Arthur is a man of intelligent thought, wit, cynicism and great endurance. As a young child he was quite meek, sensitive, and kept his thoughts to himself. He grew up this way, though slowly began to rebel against his former personality. Now he is a man of skepticism, questioning nearly every occurrence and taking every statement with a grain of salt. He is quite irritable, and it does not take much effort to 'push his buttons'. This, doubled with his thick wall of pride, makes him often somewhat hard to approach. Despite his brash, cold exterior, within he is quite sensitive, with the slightest hints of insecurity. His cynical behavior is his own personal defense mechanism. While Arthur does occasionally enjoy his moments of solitude, in-general, he dreads being alone. It is not so much solitude he values, as 'peace of mind' and quiet. If one puts time and effort into getting to know Arthur, they will find he is much more than swearing, complaining, frowning and yelling. He is a man whom enjoys cooking (despite his horrid ability), anything artistic, and experimenting with his magical ability. He sees himself as an avid poem writer, in his spare time, though he keeps this strictly secret from others. Arthur is, physically, not a weak man. He can very easily hold his own in a brawl, and is quite strong despite his lean body structure. Because of this, he is often underestimated. Once Arthur has become quite close to someone, he will constantly show kinds of affection. This affection will vary whether the person is a close friend, or a love interest. Despite how unapproachable he seems, Arthur is quite fond of his friends, and will go to great lengths to protect them (though he will never directly admit how he cares).

Physical Description:  Eyes: Orbs of an iridescent, bright green that in dim light may resemble emerald jewels, and in the sun, the hue of freshly-cut grass. Hair: A sandy, light blonde which often remains tousled and unkempt, as he has issues with taming it. Prominent Marks/Features: A light peppering of freckles along his upper cheeks, the bridge of his nose and along his shoulders. He covers these marks with ointments, as he feels they threaten the noble air he tries to produce.

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History:  In the first few years of his life, Arthur grew with his mother and siblings on an isolated countryside, living as simple farmers and hunters. At the age of three, he was separated from his family after a mysterious attack upon their farm and fields, in which everything was left in flames. The young boy had fled from the danger, as instructed by his mother, and eventually collapsed from exhaustion alongside a nearby river. When he awoke, he was nowhere near the river, nor his home, but had been taken in by a family, found washed down the river by one of their guards. After being lost, with no idea if his birth family had lived or died, he was adopted by this new wealthy family, who were enthralled by his potential and magical ability. From the age of three and up, he was raised by this family, with a pressing mother and father who constantly pushed him to aspire to the level of a Sage, whether he wanted it or not. No matter how he tried, Arthur could never become close with his parents. They were cold and distant to him, loving the results of his practice more than his presence. Often, in a stage of rebellion, he would sneak from his home and practice his archery, hunting, gathering, just as he used to as a small child. His parents never approved of his behavior, nor could they stop him.

After much prodding, and perhaps some force, Arthur was moved to Armosa, where he was meant to train in 'Leadengrove Academy for the Gifted and Brave'. Rather than rebel and flee from the village, he abided by his parents' wishes, seeing this as an opportunity rather than a prison sentance. His parents wished for him to be a Sage, while Arthur wished to develop the skills necessary to slay the Darok, as he suspects them for destroying his home all those years ago.

Roleplay Example: The sun seemed shy today, barely peeking from the grey clouds overhead, barely prying its golden fingers through that dense fog. The fog made it cold this morning, dew still shining bright on the grass blades.

It was the perfect morning for a hunt.

With careful steps from heavy boots, Arthur treaded along the still-wet ground, emerald eyes swiftly cutting back and forth along the scenery, his arrow already drawn taught into his bow. Despite the constant protest from his parents, he would always practice his archery. They would often claim: "Archery is not a necessary skill for a future Sage! Practice your elemental magics instead." These words were lost on Arthur. Just because he was gifted in magic did not at all guarantee his position for a Sage, for being a Sage was a birthright, not something you earned. They never quite seemed to understand that. But archery was something Arthur knew he could do, and do well.

Then he spotted it, a lone deer, grazing unknowingly as he closed in from behind with circumspect. Gingerly he went. Toe, heel. Toe, heel.

This was his talent, his calling. He was one with the earth, feeling its tiniest vibrations through the tips of his toes. He heard its soft whispers when the wind blew through the leaves.

He took his stance, one eye closed, the other burning with an intense concentration.

Perhaps it was not so bad, though, that his parents were pushing him to Leadengrove Academy. There he could master what he wanted, what he loved so dearly, without the constant pressure of those nagging sods. It was his ticket to freedom, and greater power.

He sucked in a sharp, cold breath, muscles tightening. He was one with the earth. It all stilled for him, just in this brief moment.

And he fired.

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Out of Character Information

Mun’s Name: Michaela (Army, Valkyrie, Iggy)

Contact Info: [email protected]

Roleplay Blog URL: emerald-eyed-anglo.tumblr.com

Time Zone: GMT - 7

Extra Information:  Welcome to the roleplay, everyone! Note that your application does NOT have to be as long as the one above, rather it is an example of what you could do. Yours can even be longer and more detailed, if you so wish! Enjoy your stay at Leadengrove Academy!

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