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Kayha Bladeguard

Duty before Self.

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a character in “Dire's School for Aspiring Hunters”, as played by DerpWolf

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Student's Name: Kayha Bladeguard
Student's Age: 20
Student's Height and Weight: 5'11, 175lbs
Student is orphaned Y/N No (It's complicated, see: The White Inquisition)
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Her artificial (right) eye is comprised mainly of polished, dark black jet. Set into the jet where an iris would be, is a circle of hard-faceted aquamarine. As for her body type, Kayha is not by any stretch of the imagination an ideal figure. With relatively narrow hips and wide shoulders, with not much to speak of in the breast or butt areas, if she covered her face she could pass as a young man. Even when her face is uncovered, the right half of her face is a latticework of scars layered on scars from more than one battle. If it bothers her, she gives no indication, and has made no attempts to repair the scarring or conceal it.

Field of Study: Soldier
Weapons of Note: Greatswords (x2, enchanted), Engraved Pistol (10 shot clip, .40), Ghost-Sight Eye (Enchanted object)
Other Notes: Completely mute. (Ritualized. See: The White Inquisition)
Grimoirs Read: Flesh-Scribed Tome, Necromantic Basics
Spells Created: None (Incapable of spells)
Religious Teachings: The Faith (see: The White Inquisition)

Student's Performance Notes: Kayha takes the usual ideals of self-sacrifice to levels unheard of in recent generations. Willing to work, fight, and endure until her body physically gives out underneath her, then still continuing on, she is best described as a "work-horse." When it comes to her personally, she has no problem weathering insults or abuse. When others she considers allies are in danger, her response is swift and brutal. She has a strict oath to never kill a human being, among several other borderline-ascetic vows, such as abstinence from drugs and alcohol.

Despite being completely unable to cast spells, the warrior takes an extreme enjoyment in intellectual pursuits.

Student history: Kayha performed the Flesh-Scribing ritual without any anesthesia (see: The White Inquisition). For most of Kayha's childhood among The White Inquisition, she proved an excellent scorer in both physical and intellectual tests. During a field-test, however, things took a turn for the worse. While searching a forest for a small coven of vampires, the cadre of teens were attacked. One of the vampires clawed out Kayha's right eye. That incident ended with the death of twenty of the most promising young Flesh-Scribed of the Inquisition, with only seven survivors.

Her missing eye was replaced with a crystalline replacement, specially cut and faceted, comprised of aquamarine and jet, then enchanted to allow her sight. The sight from her artificial eye, however, sees more than just the mundane. It peeks just barely through the realm of illusions and into the realm of spirits. The vision from that eye is strange, draping living beings in colours dependent on aura and feeling. Kayha considers it distracting, and often ignores or disables the sight in that eye unless she's initiated combat.

As with every cadre of Flesh-Scribed, once Kayha and her remaining companions were shipped off to different monster-hunting academies, to avoid them becoming completely dependent on each other. Kayha doesn't consider her personal past very imporant. Most of her things, she couches in terms of her trials and tribulations as a young Flesh-Scribed.

THE WHITE INQUISITION

"The White Inquisition," is a loose collective of families, though 'families' is a poor term. The only way into the Inquisition is through marriage or through birth. Those born into it are considered "White," while those married in are considered, "Grey." At birth, the children are separated from their parents and raised communally. All of their education is geared towards their path in life, which is chosen soon after their birth. All children with the same path in life are raised and trained together, and separated from the others.

Above all things, the Inquisition was created specifically to hunt and kill monsters. Many of the more accomplished hunters carry trophies of their kills. Bodies of their victims are collected and used for magical and alchemical experiments. The highest heresy for their organization is to sympathize with monsters under any circumstances. Violating their code of conduct comes with punishments of varying severity, but breaking that tenet is grounds for immediate execution. They view mages who throw their lot in with monsters as despicable and sub-human. Members of The White Inquisition are trained to obey the orders of their superiors without hesitation and without question.

Under rare circumstances, The White Inquisition will mediate disputes between different hunter groups, or call councils of mages who don't ally themselves with monsters.

RELIGION

The White Inquisition instills a sense of duty over self, to a religious degree. Though they venerate no actual god, they do hold certain ideals in similar deific places. Their usual form of worship involves intense meditation that purges negative emotions such as doubt, and solidifies emotions like compassion, righteous rage, and fervor. Their blanket term for this idealism is "The Faith," and all attempts to permanently sway a member of the White Inquisition from The Faith is impossible.

There is a single ideal that The White Inquisition scoffs as being false. They do not believe in the idea of redemption. To them, it is a false, evil thing that covers itself in sheets of positive connotations. If someone breaks one of their cardinal rules, there is no forgiveness asked and no forgiveness given.

FLESH-SCRIBED

Children born into the Inquisition are tested for magical prowess as close to birth as possible. Through a quirk of like-minded individuals congregating, the incredible cloisteredness of the society, or simple luck, the majority of the members of the White Inquisition are natural spellcasters or capable of casting spells with extra training. Those who are not are far less common, and become known as "Flesh-Scribed," "Skin-Scrolls," "Eldritch-Blooded," or a variety of other similar names. These Flesh-Scribed, rather than using magic themselves, have magical enchantments weaved into their very flesh and bone.

During the first days of the Inquisition, the procedure was performed without anesthesia. As times modernized and more drugs were developed to help with pain, children could opt-in to being put under during their transformation process. This is generally viewed as a weakness, and those who go though the process without using painkillers are viewed in a more positive light. This moment is considered their first "coming of age." During the procedure that gives a Flesh-Scribed their remarkable power, their vocal chords are also permanently paralyzed with magic. This inability to speak makes them more aware of what they are saying to outsiders. Every Flesh-Scribed is taught both a secret sign-language unique to The White Inquisition, and a form of international sign-language. As the Flesh-Scribed leave the Inquisition more often than the mages, they're viewed as more likely to unveil secrets best left untold. On the rare times when Flesh-Scribed are taken to mage councils as bodyguards, their enforced silence prevents them from accidentally speaking their mind during a meeting.

Body-scribed spells give them extreme strength and endurance, beyond the limits of normal humans. The down-side, however, is that they show up like a beacon to any creature of tracking magical power or emanations. Each enchantment woven into the flesh is accompanied by a glyph, or series of glyphs, that glow softly with arcane light. These markings cannot be hidden with magic, but can be covered by clothing. The colour of the marking depends on the mage who cast it. Groups of Flesh-Scribed created at the same time tend to have the same colour of markings, making each cadre easy to spot, even after they are split up.

Flesh-Scribed tend to wear full-coverage clothing (including gloves and clothes that cover up to the neck) even in relaxed situations. These clothes also tend towards muted greys, blacks, and browns, accented by a single item of a bright colour. This covers the script and runes embedded in their flesh. Many get tattoos of devotional phrases or their personal oaths of ethics on their bodies in elaborate script.

After a period of time training with their new abilities, all cadres of Flesh-Scribed are split up to keep them from relying too heavily on each other. This is considered their second "coming of age." Each one is shipped off to a different school or master to both further hone their skills and prove that they can hack it in the real world.



So begins...

Kayha Bladeguard's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: [NPC] Jane Harbinger Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire Character Portrait: [NPC] Artyom Gravaes
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Ophelia based the black flagstone in front of the main doors to her academy, ignoring the four individuals who stood across from the glorious redwood barrier between them and their waiting students. "This will be a tough year. Monstrum's academy evidently has a fine stock, and is growing. We can't let them pull anything, and we can't let up our pursuit for The Mask, even for a day. Artyom, I will need you to get into contact with your CQC team. Ethan, I will need you to keep up public appearances. Jane, no shooting any students. Yet." The two men nodded and saluted - Artyom did so cleanly, while Ethan did so in a casual manner. The woman scoweled but said nothing. Ophelia came to a stop in front of the scantily clad master wizard, pausing a moment before clearing her voice and speaking. "Now. Pyra. If you sleep with any students and it begins to interfere with their teaching, I will let Jane put a bullet in you." This elicited a "woo hoo!" and a fist pump from the teacher of the Soldier field of study.

Artyom shifted and stepped forward as Ophelia nodded at them and circled, standing behind the three remaining teachers, causing them to part. The man in the gas mask reached up to the handle and removed the board that kept the two large doors in place before pulling them open to reveal the students awaiting.

"Dibs on the psychotic looking one"

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Jane Harbinger Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire Character Portrait: [NPC] Artyom Gravaes Character Portrait: [NPC] Pyra Morrigrin
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Anselm had been chauffeured by his church, the priest himself standing behind the young man. His ragged coat still having blood stains in it from his first kill, a wide-brimmed hat slanted down over his eyes, bloodshot from many sleepless nights. His white hair dangles down from under the hat, bleached by the ravages of the creature's venom. Around his neck a crucifix hangs on a silver chain. Anselm trembles, his bloodshot eyes fixated on the academy. The old man reaches to comfort him but finds that he's actually... chuckling. He withdraws, furrowing his brow with a quizzical look.

"Worry yourself none, father, I ain't worried or nothin'. Quite the contrary really." Anselm says in a raspy voice, taking out some painkillers and munching down on them. The residual toxins chronically making the inside of his body feel like it were on fire. Despite best efforts the doctors could not drain it out of his blood entirely. "Best be headed along now, father, I can m'self from here, yer flock needs you n' all."

"T-try to behave yourself my child." The priest says in a strained voice, hesitantly patting Anselm on the shoulder before heading to his car. As he heads to the car he waves the sign of the cross and mumbles, "May Lord have mercy..." When he gets into the car he waves his driver to leave immediately. As he drives off the priest pulls out a canteen and begins downing its contents.

"Now, can't be mak'n promises I can't keep." Says to himself while taking off his hat, a grin across his scarred face. "That would lyin', an' it be a sin."

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The shadow shall pause and break before the path of the righteous, those made animate by rage and faith. And where I walk, there is no evil. The large, Humvee-like vehicle jostled over a dip in the road. Half the inside had been torn apart and turned into a few more seats. Some safety features were removed to make more room for equipment, making it more like a personnel transport. Next to her, a man swayed with the motion, his shoulder bumping into hers accompanied by the characteristic sound of leather whispering across fabric. She did not open her eyes. Though the trees of deceivers rise above and blot out the sky with their sick, black leaves, I do not falter. There is no path I will not follow if commanded. There is no cave I will not explore, no danger I will not face. There is no time I would not give my life if my superiors command it. The great enemy hides and lies, but where I walk, there is no evil. The breathing of so many people in such a small place fogged up the windows, condensing against the rain-cooled glass. The rumble of the engine overcame the sound with ease. Duty is my whip. Faith is my shield. Rage is my sword. And where I walk, there is no evil.

"Scribed Kayha." Her eyes snapped open and focused on the woman sitting in the passenger seat next to the driver. She held a clipboard in her hand. A list of names meandered down the page, names of academies crouching near them. "We have nearly arrived at your destination." The mage crossed Kayha's name off the list. Earlier in the journey, the vehicle held nine people. Seven crammed in the back, and the two in the front. By this point, only the one-eyed Flesh-Scribed and two people remained. Soon, it would be the two. Even though seats emptied up and the space increased, each of the three steadfastly remained in the seat they'd been assigned.

On her right, Jorin signed "This is it." She nodded slightly in response. "If all goes well, we might see each other again in a few years." Possibly. Unlikely, but possibly. Kayha almost nodded again, but Benjamin on her left reached across her chest and gripped Jorin's hands, effectively muzzling the blond-haired, sentimental guy. After a few moments, he let go and leaned back in his seat, eyes closed. Though there was no spoken rule about keeping quiet during this final ride as a cadre, they hadn't spoken to... lessen the impact. More likely than not, these few who grew up together, trained together, excelled together, and watched their friends die together, would never see each other again after that day. It was how The Inquisition liked it. It was, by extension, how the Flesh-Scribed liked it.

The vehicle slid to a stop. It was time. Smoothly rising from her seat, Kayha climbed over one of the seats and crouched in the back, grabbing her things. Though she only had a small bag for personal effects - little more than clothes, a package of Altoids, and some polish for her false eye, her 'suitcase' held much more interesting items. Her gun, built and engraved by The Inquisition's magician gunsmiths. Though it was not enchanted, the weapon could be loaded with varying kinds of ammunition deadly to the horrific side of the world. Her armour, in pieces, also rested within the case. As she strapped her two greatswords to her back for easy transport, the Flesh-Scribed had the strangest feeling that she wouldn't be using it often. Popping the back open, she hopped out and dragged her two bags out with her. Shouldering the one full of clothes, she dragged the wheeled suitcase full of everything else behind her. In the drizzle, her jet-and-aquamarine eye shined brilliantly. The aquamarine's hard facets refracted the diffuse light, while the smooth jet almost glowed white where the light glanced off it.

Already a few people stood outside. Teachers, most likely, and some students. Pulling up short behind one who had a hat of some kind, Kayha's stance turned stone-solid and cold, her face equally as uninviting. All her training dictated that she wait to be addressed by an authority before doing anything, but some of her cadre's pack mentality remained, making her feel less uncomfortable when standing near others.

Behind her, the Inquisition vehicle drove off in a spray of water.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: [NPC] Jane Harbinger Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire
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Kain stared as what seemed to be an armoured transport stopped near where he was standing. Out came a woman, taller than he, and visibly....are those scars? He did his best to compose himself as he walked up to the girl, noticing what looked like a case. "Enchanté, mademoiselle," he greeted. "Would you like me to carry that for you? It seems quite heavy, and I don't have much of anything to carry."

There was only one explanation for Kain actually initiating conversation; he was uncomfortable. He lived most his life away from an actual society, and so this was beyond unfamiliar to him--it was alien. Unknowing of what he was supposed to do, Kain thought it best to rely on those who did, and to learn. Learning, and adapting, to what was going to be his life would be the most important keystone in his survival here. And while this girl seemed new as well, she definitely wasn't inexperienced, just based off of seeing that transportation of hers. She was his best chance.




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Kichiro pulled up at the front of school in a car that was probably beyond repair. It was silent the whole way to the school. Kichi's father didn't glance at him once throughout the whole trip; probably still hated Kichiro for putting his wife in hospital. She deserved it really. His father let out a sigh, almost annoyed that he had to finally speak up. "Goodbye Kichi." Was all he said. Kichiro was surprised he said anything at all, shocked and feeling quite hurt really, he looked to his father who was struggling to keep his gaze away from his son; he seemed sad and Kichi felt that his father was forcing himself to stay angry at him.
"Bye Dad." He replied before removing himself from the vehicle, grabbing his small suitcase and waving goodbye. Of course his dad didn't wave back and simply quickly took off. Kichiro sighed, trying not to let it dwell on his mind as he walked towards the entrance of the school.

"So this is the place." Kichi studied the large building with judging eyes until he noticed a few others up ahead of him. One man was offering a female help with her luggage, although in Kichiro's opinion she looked more than capable. Another male with white hair and a scarred face caught his attention, he looked like he'd been through some shit. Perhaps he underestimated how serious this school was.

Two large doors had been opened just as he arrived, he felt slightly uncomfortable as the teachers seemed to be sussing them out. Or maybe he was just being paranoid again. Kichiro simply stood there silently, watching the others curiously. If he had to stand there too long though he'd start to get bored and probably give others some trouble.

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Sophia Rosendahl
Sophia sat in the back seat of the principal's car as they drove along down the twisty and turny roads of the mountain, Ms. Scott carefully reading the directions she had been sent along with Sophia's admission letter - "Turn left" Sophia interrupted Ms. Scott's internal thoughts, "Yes, I know Sophia" Ms. Scott replied in her as-usual teacherly tone, "Turn right" Sophia said, "Yes, I kno-" "Turn left!" "Sophia! BE QUIET!" Ms. Scott shouted, Sophia sat back in her seat and grinned, looking out the window as Ms. Scott continued on driving up the winding path of the rocky mountains, mumbling the directions under her breath in obvious confusion now that Sophia had successfully gotten her flustered.

Eventually the two ended up at their required destination, Ms. Scott put the car into park and peered out of the window with a slight tinge of worry on her face. Sophia was already out of the backseat, violin case in one hand, suitcase dragged along behind her in the other. There already seemed to be a crowd of a few others outside of the gates, "Hi guys!~" Sophia chimed, addressing the whole group regardless of gender despite having called them all 'guys'. Ms. Scott trotted after Sophia in a hurry, struggling to breath as she got to where Sophia was standing and placed her hand on Sophia's shoulder, "D-don't run off like that, Sophia" Ms. Scott wheezed, then attempting to cover it up as she saw the others whom Sophia was talking to, "Oh. Uhm. Hello." Ms. Scott gave a weak smile and pathetic wave to the group, which made Sophia's eyes roll, she would have argued about how 'un-cool' Ms. Scott was making her look in front of everybody, but she was distracted as she heard a clanking and a creaking of the gates being opened. From beyond the large gates, Sophia spotted what she assumed to be the teachers and in front of them, the principal. A wide grin spread across Sophia's lips, she couldn't wait to start using her magic more and more, her mind got lost in thought of how awesome her time here was going to be - so much so that she didn't even hear Ms. Scott say her goodbyes, and to get annoyed when she assume Sophia wasn't listening. Ms. Scott then proceeded to shake her head and turn, walking back to the car and getting in it to drive off, somewhat relieved to finally be rid of Sophia.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Jane Harbinger Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire Character Portrait: [NPC] Artyom Gravaes Character Portrait: [NPC] Pyra Morrigrin
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"Well, we're here now. Patraeko." The deep, monotone voice of the aged hunter spoke out. Leaving the old, beat up truck as he did so. He was equipped with a large amount of technological weaponry, surrounding his body to the point that his dark grey clothing could only just be viewed from underneath the equipment. Following him was the particularly young hunter-in-training. The Russian cyborg known as Patraeko Payemyndii. Wearing his usual attire of a black trench coat, left unbuttoned to reveal his white shirt and black trousers underneath. Along with his sheathed silver longsword clipped to his belt. His metallic hand reflected seemed to glow as the rain bounced off the structure.

"Well, this is a... Good place. I guess. Could do with some freshening up." Patraeko replied, not really caring much as he glanced around at his fellow students. His organic red eye darted around as the double zig-zagged shaped pupil expanded and contracted, measuring the energy of all which surround him. His other eye, cybernetic, glowed blue, the single darker-blued strip of a 'pupil' moved side to side.
"It still looks the same as when I attended this place. Brings back some good memories. You better be good." The hunter continued, crossing his arms in the process as he scanned over the teachers, hoping to recognise any of them. Of course he didn't, it's been such a long time since he graduated after all. "Anyway, I better get going. I think I left the oven on. You have a nice time, be sure to contact me when you can!" The final words from Patraeko's 'guardian' was spoken before he climbed back into his truck and drove off, in a rush, of course. Same as always...

"Yeah, I might need to talk to you about demonic energy." Patraeko replied to himself, muttering under his breath as he stared towards the white haired student, his "The Will" manifestation in his eye allowing him to see the energy held within and around the character. "Let's hope it's just a power-hungry asshole."

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Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Simon Dupont Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire Character Portrait: Anselm Ermenegilde
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Ragonalia Ashengritzs

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Ragonalia walked through the large double doors. She was a little late but she didn't care. Her green, vast eyes scanned her surroundings. It was a quite large school, unsurprisingly, and she could see the dorms out one of the windows to her left. She turned to her right and headed to the information desk. "Where's my first class?" She asked and the lady at the desk tried to be polite. "As of right now no one has gone to their classes yet, but I'd be happy to give you your schedule. It'll have the room numbers on it." Ragonalia just nodded and took the paper when the woman gave it to her. She looked it over then gave it to Cerin, who's head peaked out from under her clothes and he took it back in her clothes with him. She walked over to a bench and sat down, opening a book of a strange language and began to read.

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The rain was still coming down hard as Simon walked the rest of the way to the academy. He had elected to leave the taxi he had taken from the airport and walk the rest of the way as he felt the fresh air and rain would help him wake up a little after the flight and subsequent car ride. He held a large umbrella above his head that did well at keeping a good deal the rain off of his grey longcoat. Over his shoulder he carried a duffle of his personal belongings, and on his hip he wore a rapier. He walked with a long stride and did his best to hold his head high, despite a nagging nervousness he felt.

He arrived after a few minutes of walking and joined the crowd of people who were already here. A group of more experienced looking individuals stood apart from the students, so naturally Simon assumed they were the teachers. Looking around again he noticed that there were hardly more students than teachers. He leaned over to a young looking girl carrying a violin case and inquired "Pardon but, is this everyone, or are we still waiting?"

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Sophia Rosendahl
The man's talking broke Sophia out of her day-dream, surprisingly, and made her look around for a moment, realising what he had said, "Everyone?" Sophia surveyed the small crowd of people; she saw several males, only one other girl - as far as she could tell. One of the men seemed..oddly perplexed, his eyes were bloodshot and he seemed to be trembling somewhat as he downed a bottle of pills. The next person she saw was a lone student whom seemed almost entirely made up of metal, though interestingly enough he still seemed to still posses around 60% of his real flesh. To the side of the group, hanging slightly back, were two students - a male and female, the male seemed to be offering to help the female with her luggage, but she seemed perfectly capable. Next Sophia's eyes fell on the other lone male with white hair, and a dark look in his eyes, she squinted her own eyes at him, something about him seemed vaguely familiar..she just couldn't place her finger on it. Lastly, Sophia returned her gaze to the man who had starting speaking to her, and gave a simple shrug, "I dunno 'bout everyone else here, but I'm waiting to go inside - this rain is getting annoying." as she spoke, Sophia tilted her head back, peering up at the sky as water rained down on them all.

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'Well, I never said I expected normalcy or anything...'

Terry, as callous and disinterested as she always tried to be, stood a little off to the side of all the bustling that was happening near the “school” gates; trying in vain not to be too conspicuous about her gawking at the variety of strange (off-putting) students. She wasn't so much curious as just trying to size up some of the kids she'd be stuck with for the next few years, and so far the majority had received a well-deserved W.T.F. reaction from the girl in question – especially when one of those wannabe-hunters brandished an entire armoury of weapons (greatswords, really) along with several bags that, quite frankly, didn't really entice more than a 'What the Hell, man'.

Maybe there was some doubt about this whole going to Hellsing school thing, when it was so obvious that the rest of them had a better idea of what to do. And for a moment it felt as though she was odd one out (although she had to give a certain freakshow that title not long after), prompting the girl to shift uncomfortably as she received a couple sideways glances from the group in front of her. 'Right, look back down.', wouldn't want anyone to think she'd gotten curious and all that.

And right at that moment, the gates opened with a loud creak; which caused Terry to shift facing the entrance as a small collective of authoritative figures (probably teachers judged from their appearance) revealed themselves in front of the entire batch of new-found pupils, only to receive some half-hearted chuckle from the girl. “Well, that's... New. Heh.”

Clearly, this was leaving a good impression already...

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Ophelia leaned against the doorframe as her four staff members stepped forward, sheathing the weapons that had taken many monstrous lives in years prior. From behind them, she spoke again. "Well? What are you waiting for, Soldiers? For the next years of your life, you belong to us. You will train hard and learn your enemy. Are we clear? You're not just doing this for yourself anymore. This is war."

Image "Miss Dire speaks of truth, Childs. War is a grim event. Many not make it back." The maintentance man, clad in heavy armor and gas masks, strapped with more weapons than a small army, began to speak. "Is being of reason we teaching you. So you make it back. Now, Techticians, line up before me. The faceless man stood at attention, holding his rifle as if he were a soldier in formation as he waited for the students who wished to learn the intricities of making traps and machines to kill their foes to line up.

Image"Now, fuck that! Anyone who wants to shoot shit to death get over here." The woman with... was that a skull? yeah. yep. that's a skull. skull gasmask to be more specific.

what the fuck are these teachers on.
As the students began to congregate around Jane, she shouted loudly in the direction of the teacher to her left.
"Hey, music boy. I'm declaring your entire class a bunch of pussies! later!~"

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The handsome guitar player to the immediate left to the woman who was clearly unfit to teach a dog to sit, let alone teach an entire class of students how to become soldiers, responded to her jibe by rolling his shoulders forward slightly and moving the cigarette between his lips from one side of his face to the other. He turned and flared with his hand. "Maestros. Here.
The oldest looking of the teachers made a purring noise as she began strutting down the stairs. Her predatory eyes glimmered as she eyed the remaining students - acolytes, of course. She stopped before a group of six male students and twirled, falling back as they instinctively caught her. "My class can go to the west wing. Onward, boys~"
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Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Kayha Bladeguard Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Ragonalia Ashengritz
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Ragonalia rolled her eyes as her teacher tried to make the boys in the class swoon, she stood up and headed towards the teacher, silent, her movements fluid. She looked over the boys, some of whom seemed a little flustered at their teacher and she rolled her eyes again. When the teacher said where they were going she began to head in that direction whether the other's were with her or behind her, held up by the teacher herself.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Jane Harbinger Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire Character Portrait: Kayha Bladeguard Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
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Kayha frowned, her hand tightening on the handle of her suitcase. The young man who approached her - shorter than her - gestured towards her bag full of armaments and offered to take it. Sure, the case was heavy, but she was fully capable of carrying it by herself. Letting go momentarily, she began to sign, "No thanks, I-" Her hands twisted into the strange, unfamiliar signs of The Inquisition's sign language. Blinking, she began to repeat herself in international sign, "No thanks, I can carry it myself." The stony in-expressiveness of her face shifted ever so slightly. Brows drew together ever so slightly, her lips pressed together into a slightly thinner line. It occurred to her just then that he might not know sign-language. To make her point extra clear, she pointed to her bag, pointed at him, then shook her head in the negative.

When the teachers began to move, Kayha's eyes shifted between all of them. Though the loudness of the woman with the gun ground on her nerves - in fact, everyone was rather loud - she seemed like the best choice to follow. The sheer amount of guns made her a little uncomfortable. She owned a pistol and was proficient with, but she'd never been excellent with it after she lost her eye. Many monsters relied on their physical or magical abilities rather than the abilities of technology. Melee weapons were perfectly useful.

Forming up in front of Ms. Harbinger, Kayha offered a sharp salute.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Jane Harbinger Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: [NPC] Ethan Maelus Acing Character Portrait: Kayha Bladeguard Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
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Kain Solomon Sparrow

Huh. That was rather...interesting. Kain wasn't sure what to think about the teachers, as he still held a hand out to Kayha for a brief moment to offer his help, it was now retracted back to his shoulder, nervously. He merely waved to Kayha, deciding to open his mouth again, "Sorry, er, I should get over to my class," he continued, before backing away from her and walking over to the Maestro teacher. "Good luck!"

What a sight, Kain thought as everything the teachers had done in introduction rolled through his mind. That Soldier...was definitely different. And what was this about calling the Maestros pussies!? Kain sighed. He wanted to show off, but...that wasn't something he would have preferred to do. It was so much easier to wait in the shadows, where he could do what he had to do but never had to prove it. But that didn't matter anymore. At least his teacher was calm. He was going to a school to learn to fight better; he had to suck it up now. Things will get better. Hopefully.

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Anselm studied over the teachers and then fixed his gaze on Jane Harbinger, he was cracked up by her straight forward presentation. "Shootin' shit ya say? Amen t' that!" He cackled madly at it, a combination of the painkillers and not really giving a shit. He put on his hat and got in line for her class. He soon notices the girl that was behind him earlier. He glanced her before when she arrived in the jeep, a real soldier of some type, possibly more formal training. He raises an eyebrow and gives an impressed whistle upon seeing her scars. "Army girl's got cred," he mutters.

He sees her saluting, looking somewhat perplexed at this display of formality. Can't she tell that this woman clearly couldn't care less about such things? He shrugs it off and lightly shakes his head, it was no skin off his back. As long as she's a competent soldier it will keep things interesting for him.

He turns his attention back to Ms. Harbinger and tips his hat. "Welp... look'n forward to kill'n shit wit' ya, miss." He grins wide, a wild look in his eyes, itching all over for any piece of action. Probably one of the few sensations his body can feel at the moment.

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Character Portrait: The Great TK (Takumi Kiyoshi) Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Simon Dupont Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire
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Image"A-Ah sorry! This is all I've got, dude. Listen I can give you free music. Free music! Look me up! TK on bandcamp! Ow ow!" Takumi struggled to pull the rest of his bag out of the back of a taxi as it revved angrily starting off without him. He stumbled back and dropped his gasmask just as the Taxi drove off kicking dust and mud up towards him. "H-HEY MY SUITCASE! It's not my fault they only gave me 50 for a cab ride here!.....sure I bought a gas mask with it...." He trailed off and picked up his gas mask, dusting off the dirt from it with his sleeve. "Asshole."

He sighed and turned to face the school He turned his vibrantly designed cap backwards and grinned, his toe tapping along to music only he could hear. "Fucking yeah man. Time to rip."

He bobbed his head and did a spin finishing with some excellent footwork that successfully magnified his uniquely douchey atmoshphere. "Right on, brother."

He hurried up the steps his backpack slung over his back and hopped onto the railing to get a good look at whomever still lingered outside. He cleared his throat.

"Hello hello!" He had an odd accent, strongly New Yorker with a little bit of a japanese tint to it. Instantly it seemed music had been triggered from nowhere. It seemed to be one of those cliche 90's rap beats chosen uniquely for TK's introduction. He snapped his finger bobbing his head and flashed a rather charming smile. "TK's the name I got music and fame from Jersey to Maine. I got a typical story with a typical family but don't take me too lightly I'll play you nightly, rightly" He winked "I command the music got blues, jam, that groove shit, I'll make you all move shit and groove-it like toons, shit. You got demons and curses, I got beats, sick and verses, bring the hearses, and the nurses, cause they've earned it, Good game, bitch."

He ended it, flashily, if anything. Of course there was little to no applause but he grinned anyways. "TK on bandcamp, look me up!" He finished before hopping off the banister and marching confidently for the door to the inside. It was no mistake he was pretty much an idiot who didn't have a clue what he'd signed up for.

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As the groups were lead into the building, Patraeko's stares towards the white haired boy were broken. People simply got in the way, blocking his sight with the variety of different colours due to their ranged energy types. This is actually a great place to study more on individual energies, the only ones he could study were of the monsters he hunted with his guardian and the guardian's energy itself. Of course, out of everyone he's seen, his guardian's energy seemed to be the most powerful and controlled. With exception to the demonic energy that surrounded the white haired boy, a mixture of red and black which flowed into his body via the eyes and mouth. It seemed to be too much for a normal person to handle, even when trained to control their energy, which means it's not a natural thing...

With the colours confusing his sight, Patraeko decided to close his eye, relying on his cybernetic replacement as sight. Although he could only see in infra-red, it was still less confusing than the colours, while also giving a new insight into the nature of the other students.
After a small while of following the teacher, the group finally passed under an archway with an inscribed blunderbuss in the middle. Obviously symbolising the soldier's area of learning. Thinking of that, these kind of things made Patraeko feel a little out of place. Most students seemed to be carrying guns of some sort, with the exception of a few individuals who carried swords bigger than their body. A potential sparring partner?

With the group gathered around the single teacher, introductions made explaining the lack of any classes and the welcoming to use any equipment; Patraeko simply let his eye wonder, the dark blue vertical line which cut through the lighter blue background of the synthetic eye moved side to side, taking every detail it saw in. Using both the noises of the teacher and students and the heat radiated from the group as a vector to map the area. He was still waiting on his guardian to design a new eye which could see in the visible spectrum, infra-red was obviously showing it's flaws on the first day.

Once dismissed, Patraeko instantly moved his attention towards the quiet girl with giant swords. His eye still closed as the students leaved the area, he didn't want to confuse himself with the energy colours any further, it would be easier once there was less people in view. Standing in front of the girl, Patraeko pushed out his cybernetic arm as an invitation to a handshake. The dark blue line quickly faced the girl as it scanned the body in an attempt to determine the shape of the individual.
"Yo, I'm Patraeko Payemyndii. Since we have a free day, how about we get to know the area and perhaps begin honing our skills?" He spoke out, straight to the point with his deep voice. His Russian accent stood out very strongly as his fluent english words fell out of his mouth. He got the grammar and style right, it was just the accent which messed with the pronunciation.

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Character Portrait: The Great TK (Takumi Kiyoshi) Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Simon Dupont Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire
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Ragonalia Ashengritz

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When they arrived at the Acolyte private wing she looked around curiously at the hundreds of books she saw. She'd be spending a lot of time in here she could tell. She glanced over as the teacher spoke and rolled her eyes 'What idiocy' she thought when she mentioned the game and how it was sooo easy to get on her good side. When she announced that today would be a free day she set her stuff down beside a chair, grabbed some books on magic, and sat down to read, seeming to not care about anything other than learning more.

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Character Portrait: The Great TK (Takumi Kiyoshi) Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Simon Dupont Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire
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When they arrived at the Acolyte private wing she looked around curiously at the hundreds of books she saw. She'd be spending a lot of time in here she could tell. She glanced over as the teacher spoke and rolled her eyes 'What idiocy' she thought when she mentioned the game and how it was sooo easy to get on her good side. When she announced that today would be a free day she set her stuff down beside a chair, grabbed some books on magic, and sat down to read, seeming to not care about anything other than learning more.