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Aaron J. NeSmith

'The sun grows dark, but lo! Here comes the dawn!

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a character in “Covens, Cliques, and Hexes”, originally authored by Nami L'Chi, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Full Name: Aaron Jay NeSmith
Nicknames: Fang
Age: 19
Hometown: Small Town in South Carolina, USA
Ethnicity American
Sexuality: Straight...

Coven: Circe
Specialty: I'm pretty good with a good hex. Chaos and Mischief is my specialty
Abilities:
Nightmares: Some people say that giving people nightmares.... but what if they thought their worst nightmare/fear came true? Yeah... thats what I do. I discover what the persons biggest fear/nightmare is... and I make sure it comes true.

Sores/Pain: For three days I will inflict pain and sores upon a person of my choosing. These sores will boil and fester until their infected and green, the serious pain will keep them curled into a ball crying for their mommy.

Dark Angel Spell: This spell is the most dangerous that I possess. It's something I was taught. I summon the Dark Angel himself( Lucifer) and he does my bidding, and when its done, he drags one person to hell as attonement for what he does.

Familiar My Animal Companion is a Fox. Her name is Kimi
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Personality: Though I give off the bad boy persona, I'm really not that evil. Yeah I can summon up Lucifer himself, but I mean I've never done it... (ok...maybe once....) I'm genuinely a good guy... well around my friends. I have a nasty habit to play pranks on other Covens. I can't help it I love seeing how they react. I'm a big risk taker, and I kind of like that. Though I can be a bit of a flirt, something that I've always been, Though I am no player. Never have been, never will be. I am a heartbreaker though... But I mean come on... look at this face... the eyes... its the eyes that get the women every time.
When i'm alone, I like my solitude, that gives me time to focus and practice on spells. When I'm angry, I tend to throw things around and shout and yell, and cast nasty wicked spells on anyone near by. I rarely get angry though, and I hardly get to throw tantrums because Kimi, my companion is always there. I've always had a love for foxes...and when my companion became a fox I understood why. One of my bad habits is smoking. I don't know why I do it...maybe its because I picked it up from my father? I believe so..I don't do it often... only when I'm stressed... or bored. Yep...

Likes:
-Bass Guitar
-Smoking
-Blood Magic
-Snapple
-Guyliner
Dislikes:
-White Magic
-Goody two Shoes
-Roaches
-Bad Pick Up Lines
-Whores/Cheaters

History: When I was young, I used to set fire to things on accident. I didn't know what was going on...I was scared... (I hate admitting I was..) I ran to my mother, who then immediately left my father, finding out I was a devil's child. (She's a religious nut.) My father and I had to run from the church so they didn't try to exorcise me. From then on, me and my father lived a normal/comfortable life in Redneck City (Small Town SC). There, my father taught me some magick in secret. Taught me how to control some of my powers..and taught me some blood magicks. Blood Magic to me is the best form of magic...but I'm getting away from the subject at hand.
Upon my approaching Senior year, my father thought it would be best if I learned at this Academy, to hone in my magick skills... though he says to try and refrain from using Blood Magicks here... apparently its greatly frowned upon. My father attended this academy and said it was the best thing that ever happened to him.
So leaving my school, my friends, and my father I came here. Before I did, I remembered what my mother did, and my father had already taught me the Dark Angel Summoning Spell. So what did I do? I summoned him up, and told him his target...and until this day... no one but me and my father know about my mothers whereabouts. He wasn't happy I did it...but he understood. So now I can legitimately say my mother can rot in hell for all I care. But yeah... here I am... at this Academy... And Was placed in the Circe coven. Does that Suprise me? Nope...dabbling in Blood/Black Magic will do that to ya.

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Other: I'm extremley handsome and sarcastic equipped with riddles and witty humor? We already covered this... oh well I had to repeat it just in case... oh yeah.. I have a tattoo of a wolf on my upper arm.

So begins...

Aaron J. NeSmith's Story

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Character Portrait: Azalia Dorin Character Portrait: Atreyu Character Portrait: Clarity Castro-Moore Character Portrait: Divinia Doriano Character Portrait: Amarina Yani King Character Portrait: Xavier Jonathan St. John Character Portrait: Anderson "Leo" Leonardo Kayle Character Portrait: Aaron J. NeSmith Character Portrait: Romeo Guarini
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“Alright – I'm taking charge this year. We're going to do things just a little bit differently.” A shirtless man sporting rippling muscles was sitting at a table in the Arena office south of the main school building. The Battle Magick Professor had petitioned last year that he should be the one in charge of all the tournaments and trials instead of the Head Master; by vote of students and staff, he won. And this year, things were going to change. He glared at the wall with piercing green eyes and shook his head. “No more this is supposed to be good fun. Trials and tournaments aren't games – They are lessons to be learned and not taken lightly.” His lips turned some into a light smirk. “You all will be going against Puck next Friday. Medea and Merlin will be going head-to-head today. You all will be running interference. Why? Because life isn't fair and shit happens. And who really wants to see Merlin win again because Iain shows them favor?” He ran his fingers through his hair and pursed his lips. “I'm bored with the usual dodge-ball style fight in the plain arena setting that lasts twenty minutes if we're lucky. Fuck that shit – This year, we're going to do real world settings. Have you all battling in New York City, the Amazon, streets of Brazil, so on and so forth. And the trials will last five hours.” He grinned some, moving his hands to tap his fingertips against the table.

“We should create the illusion of there being civilians in the area as well.” He looked up at the words of his best pupil in all his years of teaching here: Divinia Doriano. She was standing at the other end of the table with a smirk. “Couldn't you just imagine the look of horror on the face of a Merlinite when they accidentally hit a civilian, thinking it to be a Medean?” She scrunched up her nose cutely and gave a shrug. Romeo chuckled and gave a nod. “Aye. That's a rather good idea. Got any others?”

“Yeah – I do.” Divinia began to walk around the table, tapping her fingers against her cheek. “Normally, MacLean will remove the students who feel that they can't go on and have them take a seat and be treated with cool drinks and warm food for the rest of the battle. But this is a lesson for life, right? And that shit doesn't happen in real life. If a student is incapacitated in any way, shape, or form, they remain in the arena. Their team mates could heal them if they have the time. Or carry around the dead weight.” She then stopped and slammed her hands on the table. “And no more invulnerability wards. Hex the arena so it removes them. Our only defense should be what we can manage on our own.” She looked at her mentor and grinned. “And should you or another Professor think that things are taking a turn for the worse, you could easily stop the match. Right?” As he nodded, so did she. “Well, then. Lets get down to business.” She clapped her hands together and laughed gleefully. Cheveyo was in Merlin and Amarina was in Medea – She had plans to ruin their little relationship today. She could see her mentor looking at her with a strange expression to which she simply smiled. There were rumors that had been going around lately that Divinia and the Battle Magick Professor had gotten...involved. Even if it were proven true, she was almost twenty. They couldn't do anything about it, really.

The Professor tore his gaze from Div and looked at the cell phone that was recording their conversation in the middle of the table. “We'll go ahead and begin hexing the arena to cancel out any wards doled out by Professors and start working on the setting illusions. We'll need to change it once an hour to test adaptability. Let's go.” He stood up from the table and brushed gently past Div, making his way into the stands of the arena. He would wait until the others took their places, forming a circle in the stands, before they would begin. Divinia was right behind him after grabbing the phone from the table, speaking into it. “Hey - Get your asses to the arena. We got shit to do. If anyone tries to stop you, tell 'em to fuck off. You've got five minutes.” She ended the recording and sent it as a text message to those that needed to be there: Azalia Dorin, Clarity-Castro Moore, Xavier St. John, Leo Kayle, and Aaron NeSmith.

This trial would be the best the school had seen in decades.


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He had woken up very early to begin getting ready for the trials. If he knew the Battle Magick Professor, which he was sure he did, Professor Guarini would make this trial exceptionally difficult. He had to respect the man because of his realism. He wasn't the type to go easy on his students for any reason at all. He had overheard earlier from the man that it wasn't going to be just the 'Sophomores' that would be going at it. It was everyone but the Freshman. He was preparing himself to be able to take care of his team mates and still kick some ass. Amarina is seeking you. He paused from his shadow boxing to see the faint outline of a spirit floating near him. He smiled gently at the ghostly voice and gave a wave. “Thanks, Mary!” Mary was a young spirit that Cheveyo had met during his first year at Fae Academy. She died from an accident in Potions class forty-three years ago and had been haunting the school ever since. Atreyu was shirtless and barefoot, sporting only a pair of black underarmor shorts as he jogged towards the place where he knew Amarina and everyone else would be. It took him longer than it should have, being stopped by several girls along the way as well as a few guys, allowing them to touch his bulging muscles. Most guys would love the adoration that he received, but it got old after a while. When he entered the building, Amarina was the first person that he spotted among all the students. He moved through the crowd, brushing off everyone that tried to stop him.

Sneaking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his body. “Ha! Feel my sweat!” He was indeed perspiring quite a bit, now getting it as much onto her as he could in a playful manner. Amarina was his favorite person at Fae Academy and always had been. He could hang around her without needing to worry that she was going to start drooling all over him or trying to drag him into some dark room to make out. In fact – He could ashamedly admit that she was one of the very few that he hadn't kissed or groped yet. And he was glad about it. Amarina gave him stomach butterflies; and it was starting to show. He released her and instead stood on her left side and hung his arm over her shoulders, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “You ready for the trials this year?” He held her close and listened as the interim Head Master talked about the trials. A lot of people had been whispering lately that the two were a couple now - But he and she hadn't really talked about it. At all. Though, he was hoping to speak to her before the upcoming party. Or maybe before the trials...If only he could work up the courage. He smiled outwardly as he found it funny that he was brave enough to lay his life down for her in a heartbeat, but to proclaim love - He became weak in the knees.

Love was such a fickle thing.

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Aaron looked at his phone and sighed, opening the recording. Yay... trials. He thought to himself as he looked in the mirror. He had decided it would have been in his benefit if he took a shower. He had to impress the ladies... even if all he did was flirt with them. He had never really thought about getting serious. Running a comb through his wet hair, he thought about all the hexes he could use. All I know is black magic... well blood magic too. He continued thinking, as he put on his body spray and deodorant. "Don't even know why they would want me in it." He muttered dropping the towel from around his waist, he grabbed his clothes and put them on.

Grabbing his eyeliner, he steadily put it on, giving him a once over as he looked in the foggy mirror. Sighing, he grabbed his phone and headed off to the Arena, debating if he should use blood magic or not. That was the only way he knew how to heal anyone. He shoved his hands in his pants pockets, as the Arena got closer and closer. At a distance he saw a small orange figure trotting near him. Aaron, you'll do fine...do what you feel is best. A cool familliar voice said to him. He smiled knowing Kimi was always on his side, no matter what he chose. Will I be hated if I use blood magic... that's the thing? he asked, he might have been a rule breaker, but this was something dangerous he knew the professors didn't like the students dabbling in. Hearing a snort Kimi soon responded. If they hate you so what? You have lucifer at your beckoning call...plus... I'll always be here. With that she trotted away, not waiting for him to respond. He continued walking to the arena, still thinking on the subject.

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Azalia smirked at Xavier as he said "I got here just in time didn't I?"
Azalia flipped her hair and smiled "Always." She turned back to Brooklyn, who looked like a scared puppy. Because if anyone could make a situation a hell of a lot better, it was Xavier.She almost chuckled at Brooklyn's face, not to mention the fact that Lena was almost a tomato color.

She cocked her head to the side as Brooklyn said , "uhhh.....ummm....., I guess"
" Of course, they do, that's the correct answer" She said turning on her heels just as clarity said, "you coming?"
" Yeah," she said as she started walking toward the arena with Clarity. As she was walking she rolled her neck, "God clarity, why can't I find a hot bad ass guy who likes to party like.... Well like me" She asked frowning, it was a retorical question but she still wanted it to be answered.

As she was walking she noticed Aaron and she walked in pace with him, still making sure Clarity was beside her.
"Hey you as excited as I am?" she said sarcastically, she imitated her sister Lina's excited face with a smirk at the end.

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Aaron looked up at her and gave her a 'why-the-heck-are-you-talking-to-me-look' and shrugged. "Sure... lets go with that." He responded sarcastically, while continuing his pace. He nodded over to Clarity and his blue eyes landed back on Azalia. "Why? Are you so eager too?" He sniggered and approached the Arena doors. "How about we ditch the whole thing, and go have hot nasty lesbian sex?" Of course his tone implied that he was joking, but he really wanted to avoid the whole Trial thing. He wasn't sure if anything good would come out of this. "So uh..shall we?" He motioned to the doors then pointed back to the dorms, "I'll be welcome to assist you either way." He nodded, and looked back over to her sister, "Whataya say?" Dangerous smirk forms across his face, his eyes getting that deadly, daring glitter in them.
You're being very foolish you know. He heard Kimi's voice say, slightly irritated. Looking around he saw her laying in the grass, sighing he leaned against the door, fiddling with his fathers ring.

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Character Portrait: Delilah Rose Nox Character Portrait: Azalia Dorin Character Portrait: Clarity Castro-Moore Character Portrait: Jason Castro-Moore Character Portrait: Aaron J. NeSmith
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Azalia started to walk alongside her. "God Clarity, why can't I find a hot bad ass guy who likes to party like.... Well like me."
Clarity smiled. "Because everyone is either only hot, only badass or neither. Besides, no one can party as much as you, Zay," she joked, nudging her friend's shoulder. Azalia sped up slightly to keep up Aaron, and Clarity walked alongside her, mildly surprised. It seemed that Aaron was, too, as he gave them both a 'why are you even speaking to me' face as soon as Azalia spoke.

"Hey you as excited as I am?" she said sarcastically. Aaron shrugged.
"Sure... lets go with that," he responded, equally sarcastic.
"Why? Are you so eager too?" he sniggered. "How about we ditch the whole thing, and go have hot nasty lesbian sex?" Clarity rolled her eyes.
"Sounds good to me," she joked, half-smirking, half-grinning.

They arrived at the doors of the arena. "So uh..shall we?" he motioned to the doors then to the dorms, "I'll be welcome to assist you either way." Clarity just rolled her eyes, opened the doors and said, "C'mon!"

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Lila motioned to the main Puck halls. "That would be our best bet," she said softly, resting on Jason and limping her way to the Puck Hall, wincing with every step. Khol wimpered as he walked slowly behind them, and Cal had his tail between his legs.

When it seemed that there was no other students or teachers nearby, Jason turned to Hazel.
"Can you go look for some help, please?" he asked her. He hadn't said it, but implied with a motion in Lila's direction that he wanted to look after her without having to walk around the place, as it was obviously causing her pain. He didn't say it aloud as he knew that Lila disliked being considered 'weak.'

He sat her down on the bench and sat down beside her, careful not to hit the still bleeding wounds, though not as heavy as before. He ripped the edge of his shirt, before giving up and taking it off altogether and ripping strips to make temporary bandages. He didn't even like that band anymore, anyway. Besides, it was a warm day, anyway.

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Azalia complained about her love life to CLarity who responded ""Because everyone is either only hot, only badass or neither. Besides, no one can party as much as you, Zay,"

Azalia smirked at Aaron's 'why-the-heck-are-you-talking-to-me-look' . She smiled as he said "Sure... lets go with that." sarcastically.
He glanced at charity then back at her."Why? Are you so eager too?" Then he surprised her by snickering and responding "How about we ditch the whole thing, and go have hot nasty lesbian sex?" She knew he was joking but it still surprised her none the less"So uh..shall we?" She watched as he motioned to the door then to the dorm building and said "I'll be welcome to assist you either way." He glanced at Clarity, who she was sure was not as amused as she was and said "Whataya say?" His gorgeous blue eyes seemed to sparkle as he said it.

Clarity must have been annoyed because she said a quick "c'mon" and headed inside. But Azalia smirked which was half flirting and half challenging at Aaron and cocked her head to the side innocently, "Well we really need to go to this but I'm free afterwards, but just so were clear" She said stepping closer to him, "I work alone," she said adding a sexy emphasis every word. She quickly turned on her heels and headed after Clarity. But before leaving she winked at him and headed inside.

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Character Portrait: Azalia Dorin Character Portrait: Atreyu Character Portrait: Kwan Yin Xong Character Portrait: Clarity Castro-Moore Character Portrait: Divinia Doriano Character Portrait: Amarina Yani King Character Portrait: Xavier Jonathan St. John Character Portrait: Anderson "Leo" Leonardo Kayle Character Portrait: Aaron J. NeSmith Character Portrait: Romeo Guarini
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As his wards began to arrive, so did Professor Kwan. As she called him out before all of his students, probably thinking so highly of herself and her students, he only lifted his brows. ”I hope you don't plan on removing the invulnerability spells. I will know. I'll be the one setting them.” He had to bite down on his bottom lip to hold back a round of laughter. Who did she think she was, coming up here and telling him how he was going to run his Arena? Who was she to decide what happened and what did not happen in his Trials? She was nobody but a faded legend. She thought so highly of herself simply because she was a Jade Child. Pfft! She was too proud of a woman for her own good. He waited until the last of his wards filed in before taking a step forward towards the oriental woman.

“Good guess. Or have you been snooping again, per usual? Why don't you keep that pretty little button nose of yours out of my business. Its my job and responsibility to prepare these children for the real world. You need to stop coddling them. You think you're helping them by not letting them get hurt? You're only making it worse. If you'd stay the fuck out of my business, maybe your little pet, Miss King would have stood a chance against Divinia. The reason why Circe is undefeated and the reason my students are the strongest is because they don't use my magick in battle. They use their own and build up their own strengths.” His face had grown dark as he now stood centimeters away from her, glaring down at her. “This Arena will be hexed – Any invulnerability spells or any sort of protection that comes from anyone but the ones competing will automatically be removed and the one who placed them will find themselves with various nasty rashes in places not spoken of in public.”

He smirked and began to walk away, pausing to look over his shoulder at her. “Oh – And if any Professors interfere with the Trials, their Coven will be disqualified immediately and banned from the Arena for the remaining school year. I was given reign over the Arena, the Trials, and the Tournaments. Get over it.” Romeo was sure that Kwan always had it out for him ever since he came around; Not like he gave a shit, but the woman was getting on his last fucking nerve. She always had to comment about how good her spells and potions were, making it seem as though she thought herself stronger than he was. But if she was, then she would be the Battle Magick teacher, wouldn't she? Students went to her to learn spells. They went to him to apply and make them stronger.

That being said – Since his arrival to Fae, Circe Coven had quickly made their way to the top. He liked that they were the only students who were excited to fight without aid of Professors rather than whining and complaining that someone could get hurt. Like those damn Merlinites. He was doing them all a favor and preparing them for the real fights that awaited them in life. He refused to coddle his students – They received his praises and rewards only when they did well or proved that they were trying as hard as they could; He loved a kid who always got back up. He left Kwan to steam on her own and opened his arms wide to the wards before him. “Ignoring the ignorance that lies behind us...Let's begin, shall we?” He paused by Xavier and offered a wink, leaning down by his ear. “I feel so loved – Care to show me a little more love at the party tonight?” His fangs brushed gently across Xavier's earlobe before he kissed the student's temple and smirked his way next to Divinia.

The blonde watched as one by one, her fellow Circeans began to show up. Xavier was the first one and he stood by her, receiving a brief hug and a kiss on his cheek. She was about to greet the others who showed up, but Professor Xong decided to show up and make a feeble and short-lived attempt to exert some sort of authority on the Arena and Professor Guarini. As her mentor calmly jumped on the woman's case and put her in place, knocking her down a few pegs, Divinia could only grin. She didn't try to hide it, nor did she try to hide her snickers. The woman deserved it; Romeo didn't barge into her teaching sessions or her stupid little class 'events' and tell her how she should be doing it. Especially not in front of all of her Medea wards. Who the fuck did she think she was? Divinia thought that it was especially cute that the woman had in her mind that the phrase ...”I'll be setting them.” would be something to deter their plans. Sure, she was a good spell caster. But spells were not the end all be all of magick. Being able to use magick without casting a silly spell was far more powerful as far as Divinia was concerned; there were thousands of humans that could cast various spells, but had no magickal abilities – Like those of the bayou in Louisiana, or the shaman of the African and Aborigine tribes. Many, many humans. With a flick of her wrist, she disregarded the woman and turned her attention to her own mentor who had paused to pay some attention to Xavier. Though there was a light smirk on her face, she did feel a slight pang of jealousy. Though she was quite happy for her lovely little Xavier; He was gay and there just weren't enough guys that were into guys around. She herself frowned upon determining your significant other based upon gender. It was a stupid practice based upon idiocy and religion. Div was also unsure about the rules of monogamy, really. To really think about it, humans were animals as well. All part of nature – And it wasn't natural for animals to have one mate all their life. Except penguins. And she didn't want to be a penguin. Did she? It was a known fact that while she enjoyed a good romp in the sack with Romeo, she was most possessive over her lovely Pippa. More possessive than she had been even with Atreyu; and that was saying something. But Pippa was so much like her, it was so hard for Div not to love her.

Returning her thoughts to the present, she had Romeo on her right and Xavier on her left. She looked over to Clarity, Aaron, and Azalia. She enjoyed hanging out with Aaron and Clarity, though she wasn't quite as fond of Azalia. Everyone in Circe wasn't just good with Dark Magick; They had the attitude that went along with it. Leo did as well. Azalia...Ugh. She could read ancient texts and charm inanimate objects. She belonged in Medea, really. It was an insult that she was sorted into Circe; Just because she was a crazy over-partying slut who could read the scrolls of ancient witches didn't make her cut out to hang with the best. Divinia was going to get Professor Guarini and her friends in Circe – Which was pretty much everyone but Azalia – to petition switching Azalia and Pippa. Yes, Pippa was her eyes in Medea, but Div could easily coax information from Ever or have her lovely Hecate do some spying. But she refused to let her beloved Coven be disrespected any longer by the presence of the girl. Either the girl had to shape up and show that she was a true Circean, or she could go. “Alright – Let's get this shit done.” Leo was missing, but they'd do fine enough without him. He was probably off sleeping in with some random girl that he had picked up; Divinia didn't bother with him too much.

Clasping her hands together, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“No time for the weak.
Protected by those with powers at their peak.
Those spells will unlash.
To be met with a rash.
No patience for the weak.
With their vision so oblique.
Their powers they need to hone.
Only to use an arsenal that is their own.
No place for the weak.
Can't defend themselves, then they're up a creek.”

A spoken spell of her own creation. As her eyes snapped open, they were pitch black. Wisps of shadow licked and rolled from her fingertips, creeping over the rails and soon flying throughout the arena as she worked her own end of the setup. Romeo had already instructed the others that they would be working simple setting changes. It would be no illusion; The Arena would actually shift and change. Why did he need their help when he could have easily done it on his own? Well, how could they interfere if they were as lost on the terrain as the opposing teams? The Arena itself was already charmed so that spectators could pick and choose to see who was where – Like in a FPS game.




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"Sorry, I got a bit angry. I--I just couldn't live with myself knowing my idiot self got you hurt."

Cheveyo's smile dropped immediately as he moved his arm from around her and instead grabbed her hand. He began to tug her away from the crowd; Like the teachers would care much if they missed the first few hours of classes. They were both good kids in good standing with good grades. So, they'd be fine. He pulled her to a virtually empty courtyard. It was their favorite place to be, under the large oak tree that was in the center of it. Why? Because that's where they first met. She had been sitting under the tree reading when he was jogging past. He had noticed on his jogs before that she was always so alone – Not just there, but in class, eating lunch, and even wandering about. He stopped and sat next to her and introduced himself. Even when she didn't answer him, he still carried on conversation. After that, he'd always sit with or walk with her and rough up anyone who bothered her. After she finally spoke to him, they became best friends and had been ever since. He towed her over to the old oak tree, grabbing her around the waist with powerful hands and lifting her up to set her on the lowest branch that he had used his abilities to shape into a seat for two. He hoisted himself up next to her and turned his body, sitting so that he could face her. “Angel...Don't ever feel sorry about that.” He paused for a few moments, debating with himself mentally. What if he told her how he felt now and she didn't feel the same way and it pushed her away?

But what if she did feel the same? He thought about it and began to weigh the odds. If she didn't feel the same way, he was positive that they would still be able to be friends, though it could be a bit awkward for a while. But their friendship would survive. And if she did feel the same way...? That would be so beyond amazing. But he decided to do what he needed to do now – He couldn't bear to keep it inside any longer and if he had to watch guys hit on her at Ethan's party tonight...He might snap.

He finally looked into her eyes and placed a hand on the side of her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “I would take a thousand years of beatings and pure torture from that insane bitch if it meant that you could be safe and happy.” He didn't say anything about Professor Guarini because he knew the true intentions behind the man's actions, saw the logic, and respected it. He wasn't as evil as many thought him to be, though they weren't easily swayed. “Amarina Yani King. You have absolutely no fucking idea how much I love and care for you. If I would have died that day protecting you, I would have died happy knowing that at least I tried. And my spirit would stay with you always.” He felt like he was rambling now, but every sentence that came out was all truth. “You're my heart and my world, Rina. I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you. You mean more to me than anything and anyone else in this world. Maybe with the exception of Heath, but that's a total given. And I know that I don't have exactly the cleanest slate when it comes to my reputation around here, but I want to change that. I want to settle down. This past entire year, I haven't even gone to a single party. I haven't kissed anyone. I haven't had sex. I barely do anything outside of studying, working out, practicing, and hanging out with you. I'm sure that you already know, but I'm the one that's been leaving you breakfast and a lily every morning.” He grinned sheepishly. “A white lily means 'I am worthy of you'. Amarina – I hold you when you're hurt and brush your tears away. I'm always the one to nurse you back to health when you feel like shit. You know that I would literally do anything for you just to make you crack a smile. I...just. I don't know.”

His mind went blank at that moment and he wasn't sure how to sum up his thoughts. He was breathing heavily and his sweat was now coming from nervousness rather than from his workout. Hid heart was racing as he gazed deeply into her eyes. “I love you, Angel.” Without really thinking about it, he slipped his free hand around her waist and pulled her a bit closer before closing his eyes and leaning in. He captured her lips with his own soft ones and kissed her with more love and passion than he had kissed anyone in his life.

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Character Portrait: Delilah Rose Nox Character Portrait: Azalia Dorin Character Portrait: Clarity Castro-Moore Character Portrait: Jason Castro-Moore Character Portrait: Aaron J. NeSmith Character Portrait: Romeo Guarini
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Clarity just rolled her eyes and smirked at her friend's obvious flirting with Aaron. She walked in and stood beside Professor Guarini, who was giving out to Professor Kwan. Clarity raised her eyebrows, the smirk still etched onto her face, and turned away to hide her amusement. It was quite entertaining when professors bitched at each other. Divinia started chanting something, and Clarity looked around, surprised, as the scenery around them shifted. Was this where they would be fighting?

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Jason tightened the knots, careful not to put too much pressure on the wound. He wasn't a doctor, so he was doing pretty well so far, or so he thought. He had seen all this in a movie, which just proves television teaches you stuff. Though it was a romance, which would be really awkward with Lila. Jason shook his head lightly, snapping from his trance.

"If she's not back in five minutes, we'll go look for some help," he decided, mostly talking to himself. He was talking about Hazel, of course. He bit his lip as he looked over at his injured best friend.

[OOC: So sorry for my short posts! I hadn't replied before this because of writer's block, which I obviously still have.. ._. It's not fun.]

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Character Portrait: Azalia Dorin Character Portrait: Atreyu Character Portrait: Clarity Castro-Moore Character Portrait: Divinia Doriano Character Portrait: Amarina Yani King Character Portrait: Alexander Grant Little Character Portrait: Xavier Jonathan St. John Character Portrait: Aaron J. NeSmith Character Portrait: Romeo Guarini Character Portrait: Pippa Tasmin Le Feuvre
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Cheveyo had kissed a lot of girls. And guys. But this kiss was far different than any other one he had ever had. There was love behind it that made it all the more sweeter. He could feel his body tremble under her fingertips; it was the first time she had ever touched him that way. The whole three years of being friends, he hadn't once even heard her tell him that he was attractive. Not that he minded. He enjoyed being around a girl that wasn't always talking about him. And now? He'd be with that one girl forever. He had officially exited the friend-zone. When he felt her pulling away from the kiss for air, he pouted with big brown eyes. He wanted to keep holding her, to keep kissing her. She would be safe there.

”You are my guardian angel. And, that is never going to change. I-- I want to be with you... You do want to be with me.. Right?”

The Hopi smiled softly and slid down from the tree, reaching up and bringing her with him when he touched the ground. Standing next to her, he was much taller than she was and had a bigger build. But that was because he was muscular. He could never get over how petite she looked compared against him. It was really adorable. Reaching down, he brushed some hair from her face and cupped the left side of her face, bringing his down to hers. “I've waited two years to hear you say that.” He couldn't say three – It took him a while to get to know her enough to decide that he was in love with her. Smiling, he brushed his lips against hers before kissing her again. This time, they were closer. One hand slipped down to her waist while the other went to the back of her neck and his fingers tangled within her lovely locks as she had done his. He pulled her as close to his bare chest as possible, deepening the kiss and almost lifting her up off of the ground. She was finally his.

He released her, feeling so light-headed, high on love and adrenaline. “Yes. I want to be with you. Only you. For as long as you'll have me.” He licked his lips, tasting her vanilla lip gloss and chuckling some. He then pulled her close again, looking down at her with big brown eyes. She was beautiful – The most beautiful girl that he had ever seen. Though he thought it was a shame that it took this long for them to both get this far. Before they would say anything to each other. But, better late than never was a pretty good motto for this moment. “Let's skip Ethan's party. I heard the Circe Coven was invited and I don't want any of them to ruin today. Let me take you on a date. A picnic under the moonlight under the oak tree. With candlelight, too! I'll get all your favorite foods and drinks.” He grasped her hands, bringing them to his lips as he now pleaded with his eyes. “C'mon, Angel. Please?”




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Romeo simply smirked at Xavier's reply. He needn't say anything, really. He knew that tonight he was going to get what he wanted. And so would Xavier, so it was mutual benefit. As Kwan steamed away from the now dark Arena, he beckoned for Clarity, Aaron, and Azalia to come stand next to he and Xavier. “Now – Remember that shifting magick I taught you last year? That's going to be used on the Arena. Each of you pick a place that you'd like to see the Medeans and Merlinites battle. Try to make it a place that you know personally. A place that you know like the back of your hand. Because you're going to lead the Coven in running interference for the place that you pick. And remember that in these Trials, the only people that matter are the people in your Coven. Friendships outside of this Coven do not exist out there on that field. Now – Go. Xavier You first.” He motioned for him to cast his magick on the Arena as it returned to normal. “Remember – It should only last one hour. Clarity, you after him. Then Aaron. Then Azalia. We have a surprise guest that will choose the last place.” He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as Divinia excused herself.




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The spell was done; It was like Professor Guarini had said: The magick of the Professors excluding himself would be null and void the moment the students stepped into the Arena. If they stepped in with a spell, charm, or potion that was from a Professor, it would break and the corresponding Professor would receive Shingles. What a lovely spell she had created! She excused herself as her dear Professor went over everything with the remaining students, making sure to blow her friends a kiss before heading out the door. Pushing her hair over her shoulder, she bee-lined for her dorm room. Her dorm room was very extravagant and reminded her of her room back home. She loved her room - The cloth was all scarlet velvet, silk, and Egyptian cotton. All of her furniture was hand-carved to her specifications and accented with gold if not made of it. There were a few pieces of rather expensive jewelry scattered on a vanity, cash bound by bands lying on her dresser, large gems spread on her bed from last night's sorting, and a couple of guns resting within their guns safe...safely. She gave a light yawn, stripping down as soon as the door closed behind her. She left her clothes in the hamper and her shoes near the door. She didn't want to spend too much time getting ready – She had better things to do. With a sigh, she cast the simplest of ready spells. Her naked body was soon clothed by her favorite outfit: A tight-fitting spaghetti strap top that pushed up her breasts up a bit but was nothing but fishnet from where her breasts stopped to where her waist started, her skirt had shorts under them because they were so short, decorated with ruffles and exposing her long and tanned legs. She wore decorated fishnet stockings, loving the contrast of the ebony against her ivory flesh. Upon her feet were open-toed heels that had lace draping them gently. She absolutely loved her wardrobe. This particular outfit? A design of Professor Romanov herself!

Flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder again, she added on a choker with chains and open-fingered gloves to perfect the look. Now, she was ready. Not wondering where Hecate was, assuming her to be off basking in the sun somewhere, she exited her room and sought out the most familiar and her favorite Aura: Pippa's. She traced her to where everyone else was, looking as though she were being harassed by Alex. “Excuse me – I'd say I'm sorry for stealing her away. But I'm not.” Petty. Immature. High-School reply, but it worked. She grabbed the other female's hand and brought her away from the crowd, taking her to the far back and then beyond to an empty corridor, shoving her up against a pillar. “Pippa, darling. I missed you.” She smirked, pressing her body against the much more petit female's, stealing as lustful of a kiss as she could muster, letting her tongue explore the other's mouth before pulling away. “Just came to warn you that Circe won't be playing fair in the Trials, though I'm sure that's obvious. I'd like you to complete the challenge with us. If we're going to get you into Circe, we need to force them into having no choice but to transfer you. Sabotage everything having to do with Medea until you're back with us.” She giggled wickedly at the thought of her beloved best friend finally joining Circe. “Also – My brothers will be arriving today. Deangelo is in Medea and I want you to watch out for him until you're in Circe. He's a tad off.” Deangelo was one of her younger brothers, twin to Drago. Deangelo was a brilliant young man. But he wasn't all there in the head.

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After several moments of irritable searching Ali had finally extracted from his backpack what he should have had from the start: A small pamphlet containing a map of the grounds. There. Now he should be able to find any place he pleased. And he could avoid another unicorn fiasco. How was he supposed to know that flower place was a sacred grove? He just got here. Weren't those things only supposed to appear for maidens, anyway? He was just unfolding the map when a familiar screeching, cawing sound reached him. He didn't even need to look up: Only one bird could screech with that much dignity, and sure enough the massive eagle Dactylos landed on top of a nearby building, staring down at him judgementally. "Lost, little one?" He asked in the language of the air spirits.

"I am not lost," Ali grumbled back in English. Dactylos couldn't form the words, but he understood English perfectly. That and ancient Greek, modern Greek, Arabic, Latin and, for some reason, Russian. He'd never said when he picked that up. "I don't get lost. I'm taking the scenic route. Not everyone gets to see a unicorn, y'know." Not that he'd had much of a chance to take in the glory, as it kept pointing that horn at him.

"The scenic route," Dactylos repeated, cocking his head. "Is that why you visited the kitchens twice during your 'tour'?" He was no longer even attempting to not sound condescending.

"I was hungry," the teenager growled through gritted teeth. "And they had a pizza. It was delicious and filling and you can't have any." He actually hadn't gotten anything at the kitchens, they'd just shooed him out. And very rudely the second time, too. It was an honest mistake, he just hadn't really been looking where he was going. "Besides," he added, waving the folded map, "I have a map now. I'll be there in no time."

"So, you were lost."

"You get lost!"

If it was possible for an eagle to shrug, the world may never know, but Dactylos certainly gave it his best shot. "Fine," he said calmly. "I'm sure your map will lead you to the Puck coven dormitories. I was going to help, but since you clearly don't need me I'll just go hunt." And without another word he took off majestically into the air like the big, feathery showoff he was.

"Pff, good riddance," Ali muttered to himself, unfolding the map at last. "Alright... That's the big tree in the middle, there's the kitchen..." He pondered this for a while, wondering if maybe he should've learned to read maps at some point in his life, but it seemed straightforward enough. "Dorms should be right over... there." Feeling rather pleased with himself, he folded the map, hitched up his bags and walked off toward a nearby, collosseum-like building, either missing or ignoring the sign that said 'ARENA' in big, fancy letters. He pushed open the doors and strode into the central area, which finally stopped him because it didn't look at all like a dorm house. In fact it looked like a sports field.

Seeing that there were people on the field, he raised his free hand tentatively asked "Uh, 'scuse me, new guy. Where exactly is this?"

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“You are not giving me much or a choice.... But, as much as I would love that. I can't. I'm so sorry, but, I told Ethan I would help him set up for his party.”

Atreyu pouted, hoping to sway her decision. Ethan was an alright guy, but all of a sudden, the Native American was feeling pretty selfish. And why not? Amarina was his girlfriend now. And forever. He wanted to spend their first day of being together with her and only her. When she started speaking again, he gave her his full attention.

”I get that you don't want anything or anyone, especially Divinia to ruin our first night together or to hurt me but, how about I make you a deal. We spend an hour or two at the party then we can leave and have the really sweet and romantic date. Ok? I promise. By the way, we should get back.”

He smiled down at her and stole yet another passionate kiss, holding onto the one that she had leaned up to give him. He couldn't help but to kiss and hold her so much! He wanted to be with her so long. For two years he had been longing to kiss her, hold her close, stroke her cheek, be with her. He grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, using his hands to guide her legs to wrap around his waist before moving them to her back. Her shirt was already see-through from being pressed against his sweaty body. He kissed her again and again, each kiss more hungry than the last as two years of bottled up love for her began to pour out of him. He muttered in between kisses that would fall to her lips, cheek, and neck. “Whatever you want, my love. As long as we're together.” He couldn't wait for tonight! Sex wasn't on the menu, but lots of kissing and cuddling was. By now, he had her in his lap. He had become overwhelmed and weak-kneed, holding her close. He had stopped kissing her when he sat down, instead holding her against him and listening to their hearts beating. Almost as one. A light smile graced his face as he closed his eyes. “I love you so much.” He felt like this was all just a dream – As though he'd wake up in the middle of Professor MacLean's class and see Amarina sitting next to him as usual, looking at him funny. But...It wasn't a dream. His dreams were reality now. He simply held her now, stroking her gently from her ankles up to her ass. He grinned and gave her butt a squeeze before resting them on her thighs. “Though – I thought that we didn't have any classes today?” He had heard that Professor Guarini's had canceled his classes for the day so that he could prepare the Arena. Professor Romanov had also canceled her classes so that the Merlinites and Medeans that had her class could prepare for the Trials. He shrugged and let Amarina make the call, kissing her neck.




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It was his first day at a new school – But this school was so much different that any other school in the world. A young man with striking blue eyes and golden blonde hair was wandering around the halls and rooms of the large Academy. He was wearing a suit that was obviously expensive and obviously Gucci. DeAngelo was a bit excited, though it didn't show in his eyes as he lugged his violin case and duffel bag. He had people take things ahead to his designated room – He wanted to explore some, but he wouldn't let anyone touch certain things of his. Running his fingers through his hair, he turned a few corners before spotting a girl that was...crying? She had a violin as well, which piqued his interest. He moved closer to the girl with jet black hair. She had two ravens sitting on her shoulder that also piqued his interest. He himself had a black rattlesnake that was exceptionally long curled around his neck, canting its own head to its side. The snake slithered down and made its way to the girl. Coiling near her feet, he poked out his tongue and hissed. What's wrong with the brat? DeAngelo wasn't like the kids in Puck who could understand animals, but like all the other kids here, he could understand his personal Familiars. “I dunno – Why don't I ask?” Kneeling down, he also set down his violin case and duffel bag before taking a better look at the girl – Or what he could see of her – She was cute. Adorable even. But she had a strange weirdness about her that attracted him...This must be Sunday that his sister kept telling him about. “Hey – Are you alright, Sunday? I'm DeAngelo Pagliarelli....Divinia's little brother.”




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As Pippa's petite hands reached under her shirt and her lips littered Div with kisses, Div pressed closer to her and returned the soft, affectionate nibbles. One hand snaked underneath the pale woman's shirt, grasping her breasts shamelessly. “Babysitting? No. Just making sure that he doesn't kill anyone.” She chuckled as her hand moved from under Pippa's shirt to one upon her ass and the other grabbing her by the hair. She tugged and squeezed as though ready to throw her on the ground and have her way with her best friend, biting on her neck. “I've told you that he has a short fuse, my love.” She moved her lips up and purred into her lovely one's ear before nipping her earlobe. She enjoyed being so roughly affectionate with Pippa – Especially with others watching. She briefly recalled a rather exciting night that involved herself, Pippa, Professor Guarini, and Professor Romanov. All just so she would pass her Elemental Magick test. She groaned and moaned into Pippa's ear, letting her hands now roam freely, caressing and squeezing her luscious curves. “Do this for me and tonight will be a night that you won't soon forget.” She promised Pippa, stealing another kiss. “Deal?” She could hear Sunday crying and her brother DeAngelo approaching her. But she didn't bother – Her attention was on her Porcelain Queen right now.




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The other half of the Pagliarelli twins was headed towards the Arena with a woman on his arm. A woman with brown hair that went all the way to the ground, done in a nice braid. Drago was chatting amiably with Professor Romanov as she escorted him to the Arena. He looked older than his brother and actually looked like he was about twenty-four years old. He was tall and muscular, very well built. He looked like he could bench press a truck...Which he could, really. Sasha was admiring the fine threads of his Gucci suit while he commented on her 'Tinkerbell' dress. She had her hair decorated with flowers and feathers of all sorts. Following behind them was a creature that looked like a Sawsbuck in Fall, a white King Cobra coiled around his antlers, and what appeared to be an eagle perched upon his head. What a strange troupe they were, indeed! Both of the blue-eyed beauties finally made their way into the Arena just as Alistair spoke. ”Uh, 'scuse me, new guy. Where exactly is this?” Sasha spoke up before Drago did, a smile on her face as 'Big Daddy' as she called her Roc, flapped his wings to land atop her head. “This is the Arena, Mister Alistair William Talsworth. Hey! I'm Professor Romanov – Your Mentor and Professor for Familiar Work and Elemental Magick. Now then – Unless you're here to put in a personal request to join Circe Coven, you really needn't be here. In fact, you're not supposed to be here right now. At all. Though – I'm going to be here for a quick minute to speak with Professor Guarini. Though he's not going to want you here – Hrutao can show you anywhere you need to go.” She smiled politely as Drago tipped the boy a two-fingered salute before sauntering up alongside Clarity, having grabbed the white cobra that was now curled around his massive bicep like arm jewelry. Sasha moved behind him and remained silent, rocking back and forth on her heels. The Sawsbuck-looking creature stood before Alistair with his head raised proudly. “Come with me.” He then turned to leave, making sure to walk slowly so that Alistair could keep up.