.:Wizard:.Name:Xaxis Resiion
Race:human
Gender:Male
Age:16
Love Interest:none yet
Test Result:I have taken that test six times, I have gotten three different results: black, blue and green. (I got blue twice, green three times and black once.)
Order:blue
Rank:Apprentice
Description:He looks just as his picture discribes him. His eyes are a golden color, with light blue specks, I say this because they are hard to see.
Personality:Strangely it seems that he is never telling the whole truth, but you always want to believe him even though you know that. He always talks in the same voice, acting with a calm smooth manner that in itself is enchanting enough. He has high skills in the art of manipulation, and doesn't hesitate to use them. He hardly ever interacts with people though, and inside he is lonely. He doesn't really know who he is, as in his own personality, that he feels like he must manipulate people to try to find out.
History:His past is rather simple, as there is so little of it that he knows. He was found wandering in a warehouse when he was about six and was brought to the school by the kind woman who found him. He can't remember a thing before that, and somehow feels like he didn't exist before that moment. After being brought to the school, he trained with others his age, learning quickly and learning from the experiences he has had.
Strenghts:manipulation, silence, learning
Weaknesses:self knowlege, being alone with himself for too long with nothing to do, people who are stupid
Fears:himself, darkness, the unknown
Other:none
RP Example:see bottom
.:Wizard:.Name:Tallia Amshaw
Race:Sulint
Gender:Female
Age:14
Love Interest:none
Test Result:see above form
Order:black
Rank:Apprentice
Description:Her wings are a startling white. They are long and they sparkle like fresh snow in the sunshine. But she hates them, and the mark they give her, even thought they are beautiful. Her sad grey eyes have a similar beauty to them, and she hates how they mark her too. She hates every bit of what she is and tries to hide it, although she cannot succed.
Personality:To be honest she tries to act as human as anyone else. She wears the same clothes, and even has her ears pierced. She wants very much to be like one, and loves it when people mistake her for a human. Or even and elf for that matter. She loves learning and magic, and things that contradict eachother. She is often happy, and loves to play her harp, or her flute.
History:She doesn't have anything in particular that was special. She ran away when she was very little, not wanting to be around her own kind even then, but when she returned her parents made the decision to send her here. She was happy about coming, finally to get away fron them constantly bothering her to "try out her wings" and the such. She is happier here than most people realize, as they never knew how miserable she was before.
Strengths:she knows how to use both magic and weapons, she is often very sympathetic, she enjoys talking to people
Weaknesses:not being able to stay in human form for long, feeling very lonely, being alone
Fears:spiders, being found out as a sultint, being thought against for what she is.
Other:none
RP Example:see bottom
Here's that example(again, don't worry they're all still recent):
From a roleplay:
1. Orian nodded, he knew how that felt. "Sounds like we're similar then." He said, as neither of them had been able to talk to others much. "So where are you from?" He asked, wondering if she had had family wherever she had left to come here. He thought of his siblings and his parents. They were so poor, he had only two gold coins but that was more than any of his other siblings. Except Tirisa, possibly Valira too, but he wouldn't know, since he hadn't seen her in three years. Liken was probably making a fair amount of money as a healer, if he had gotten an apprenticeship to a good healer. Or he could be wandering the streets homeless, but somehow he thought the first would be more likely.
Excerpt from a story:
2. “Oh! What a surprise to see you here Marta.” The man behind the counter smiled pleasantly. “And I see you’ve got a new bunch with you as well. Is that Jenna with you? Oh, it is Jenna!” He came out from behind the counter and lifted me off the ground in a great bear hug. “I haven’t seen you since you were three. You probably don’t remember me though. I am your uncle Tobias. It really is a shame you have to be taken into the normal world when you are 3 ½. I would have enjoyed camping with you. Your mother says you love it. But you are probably very confused right now, so I’ll let your mother take over.” My uncle returned behind the counter. I decided I liked my uncle, so many of my uncles of my dad’s side were grouchy and serious.
From a roleplay:
3. Movana watched as people slowly filtered out of the hatchery until she knew it was empty. She sneaks in to find a single egg in one of the nests, shaking back and forth. To her surprise the egg shattered and a small, ugly brown dragon crawled out. She didn't even know why she did it, the very first skin of the hatchlings was such a disgusting color, but she picked up the tiny dragon. Cradling the small creature in her arms she slips out of the hatchery and up to the dragon caves. This one is mine, all mine. Nobody else shall claim it. She thought to herself, not knowing whether it was a boy or a girl. A slight nudging in her head led her to a middle sized cave, and she slipped inside, hoping it was empty. She started a fire in the side cave that was meant for the people, and sat stroking the tiny dragon in her palm, the fire warming both of them. She had only one thought as she drifted to sleep: I hope nobody has followed me.
From a roleplay:
4. Movana, hearing a thud, raced to the entrance of the cave. She saw, just outside, a dragon and it's trainer practicing flight. She silently cursed herself for picking a cave so close to the ground, but stayed to watch, looking at the technique. After a few minutes she felt her leg go to sleep, and she stumbled forward, causing a middle sized rock to tumble down just in front of the girl trainer. She bit her lip and winced, she would have to stay and talk to the girl now, if she noticed.
Terik thought for a moment, the gardens, that would be fun. "Sure, sounds cool. I always like meeting new dragons. Speaking of whick, I don't think I know your name." He said, holding out his hand. "I'm Terik Ital, and though a lowly field worker now, I shall soon become a dragon trainer." He said with confidence, and bowing before standing and extending his hand again.