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Petra Dunes

"True magic is used for good, not evil."

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a character in “Gantz Academy for the Magic and Supernatural”, as played by Felilla


For the angry but feminine members of the school.
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Name: Petra Anne Dunes
Nickname: Pet~Annie (used by her brother)~Dunes
Physically- 16
Actually- 450 (she ages 1 year physically every 28 years)
DOB: March 14, 1564
Race: Borne Witch
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (Straight)
Gender Identity: Female
Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Build: Small and natural
Clothing Styles:
She has a very vintage style of clothing, and she hates wearing pants. Her style is often described as gypsy-like. Probably because she spent a few years with the gypsies in the early 1800's.
Petra is a very happy girl most f the time. She is fascinated by modern technology and it's rare to see her without her laptop or her phone. She is also a very advanced spellcaster, but she only casts spells when she feels that it's needed. She can easily get over excited and normally her brother has to calm her down. She is also very impatient and hates when people call her a witch, because she is a Borne Witch. When she's angry, her magic manifests as sparks of lightning, but it's hard to make her that angry. She is very sociable and loves making friends, but will not trust you if you betray her. She is also not very good at trusting others; the only one she truly trusts being her brother, Austin.
Wand making~Cooking~Spellcasting~Reading
    Gantz Academy
    Modern Technology
x Stereotypes
x Bullies
x Phony Magic
x Bears
x Tea (she's had way too much of it in her life)
~Computers and Technology
~Eastern Philosophy
Extra-Curricular Activities:
~Engineering Club
Unlike most Witches, Petra is a Borne Witch, which means she was born with magical abilities. Because she aged more slowly than an average human, she was hidden away from the rest of the world until she physically appeared to be ten. When she reached this stage, she was actually 280 years old and already incredibly versed in magic. However, Petra was not satisfied with not being able to see the world, so she and her adopted brother, Austin, left their family's house deep in forests of what would soon be Oregon to explore the world. Recently, the two have stumbled upon Gantz Academy and are happy to be in a place where they feel they belong.


So begins...

Petra Dunes's Story


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Character Portrait: Evelyn (Eve) Hartmann Character Portrait: Petra Dunes Character Portrait: Wil Avery
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#, as written by Felilla

Petra sighed as she rolled off her bed onto the floor. She was not one for getting out of bed like a normal person. For a moment, she just stayed there, watching people's feet go by. Before she stood, she groped around on her nightstand for her wand. When her hand came in contact with the smooth oak, she stood up and yawned dramatically. She lazily looked around the room, seeing Eve playing solitaire and all the others bustling around to get ready. Like everyone else, she wondered why six girls had been crammed into one room, with two empty beds left.
It had been a year since Petra came to Gantz Academy for the Magical and Supernatural and she had never felt more at home. Sure, it had it's cons (meaning no electricity in the dorms and no indoor plumbing), but she loved it here. It had been the first place that she had ever felt... normal. Then again, how can you be normal in a place where no one is "normal". Here though, unusual was the usual.
With another yawn, Petra picked up her mirror and grimaced. She'd have to hurry to get ready. While the other girls were prepping their items of beautification, she simply walked to the bathhouse, armed with nothing but her wand and her mirror. On the way there, she bumped into Wil Avery. She offered him a small greeting before walking into the small building. She quietly glided over to her secret hiding place and withdrew all of the things she had hidden there, including the bucket of water she had filled the night before. She walked over to a basin, soaking her brush in the cool water before running it through her hair. Doing this every morning always reminded her of when she was younger.
Slowly, the rest of the students trickled in. The boys disappeared to their side and Petra offered a small smile to her brother. However, the girls began crowding the mirrors and basins, talking avidly to each other. Petra offered her input where she felt like it was needed until she was ready. She smiled softly as she left the bathhouse, this was going to be a good day.

The setting changes from bedroom-1 to Right Wing


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Bored with reading, Wil exits the boys dorm and briskly walks the short path to the right wing, specifically heading for the music department. Seeing as everyone was still in the bathhouse and such getting ready, it was the ideal time for Wil to practice. However, he still couldn't get something out of his head - Something that had happened earlier. Petra had greeted him? That was unusual, usually people would just walk straight past him, as though he were invisible or non-existent, which was exactly how Wil liked it. He knew little about Petra, only that she and her brother, Austin, had been at Gantz Academy for much longer than he had and they seemed very close - Wil almost felt a slight tinge of jealousy, however much he may like his isolation from the others, Wil had always wondered what it would be like to have a sibling, someone to relate to.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Wil shook his head, what was the point in wondering what it would be like. He didn't have a sibling so he would never know. It was as simple as that. Instead, he focused on why he'd come to the right wing - For his piano. Opening the door to where the music club was held, Wil's eyes fell on the corner of the room where his beloved grand piano sat. Well, technically it wasn't Wil's but rather the school's piano. However, it was the one thing Wil enjoyed in the school and so he thought of it as his own.
Slowly walking over to the grand piano, Wil took a seat infront of the keys and taking a deep breath, he began to play.

#, as written by Felilla

Petra still had about thirty minutes before breakfast was served, so she wandered around the school's halls, taking a few minutes to go over the answers for her chemistry test. She wasn't really stressed about it, she just liked to distract herself. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she withdrew it, seeing a text from her brother Austin. She was about to reply, but the thought left her head the moment she heard beautiful piano music coming from the direction of the music room. Curious, she stuffed her phone into her back pocket and tiptoed over to the room. Whoever was in the room had the left door open, which seemed odd to her. If they wanted to be alone, why leave the door open?
She peered around the doorway and was surprised to see Wil sitting on the piano bench, his fingers dancing across the black and white keys. For a moment, she just stared, mesmerized by the music. She had been playing the piano for almost two hundred years and she still wasn't even close to being that good. She snapped out of it as he began a different song, withdrawing her phone. She recorded the entire song before slowly closing the door. With a wave of her wand, she vanished from the hall and appeared next to her brother.
Austin jumped away from his sister, obviously startled. She smirked at him, "Did I scare you, Austin?"
He nodded before letting out a small breath, "I was looking everywhere for you, Petra. You weren't getting into trouble, were you?"
Petra waved her hand, "Of course not, I was just walking around."
She briefly wondered if she should show him the recording of Wil playing, but decided against it. Austin raised an eyebrow at his sister as he adjusted his guitar strap. "Well, we should get to the dining hall if we want to eat.
Petra bobbed her head in agreement. "I think they're serving waffles today... Mmm... Waffles... Let's go!"
Before Austin could protest, Petra grabbed his arm and dragged him to the dining hall. She stacked up her plate with everything sweet on the table and begrudgingly accepted the healthy food Austin gave her. She sat down next to Amelia, and Austin, with a small blush on his face did the same. Petra wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at her younger brother, but he turned away,staring at his plate. Petra was so wrapped up in eating that she didn't notice Wil enter the room.

Amelia sat in the dining hall, quietly nibbling on a croissant. Since she wasn't actually alive, she didn't need food nor even sleep. At night, she mostly wandered around the campus, enjoying the gentle wind and beautiful sceneries. She always enjoyed doing so, because of the peace and quiet that can be found there. Of course, there was also her job. Nighttime was her busiest part of the day. Something with "letting her enjoy a high school life" had to do with that. Amelia wasn't complaining about such things, it was a welcome feeling she experienced here. She felt less lonely, although she was scared of getting to close to others after all. Immortal people are not that easy to find and dealing with anyone who would die one day scared her.
Amelia sighed and put down her croissant. She didn't feel like eating at all. Just as she decided she would move on to the library, Petra and Justin sat down next to her. She had known them for a while now and enjoyed their company. Something about their presence soothed her soul. "Goodmorning", she smiled. "Eating sweets again, Petra?" She raised one eyebrow and took another look at the healthy food on her plate. "Good thing Austin takes care of you." Amelia shifted her gaze to Petra's brother and smiled at him. He always took care of his sister, which made her a tiny bit jealous. She had once had a brother like him, altough some years older. Austin reminded her of him. Luckily, it didn't made her sad like it would have done years ago. It made her rather happy to see such people walking this Earth.

#, as written by Felilla

Austin had decided a long time ago that he would do anything to make his sister happy, even if that meant going against his own wishes. He had spent a year at Gantz Academy because it made Petra happy. He had never seen her enjoy herself so much. She loved seeming normal, even if the school itself was falling apart. Some of the newer students found it difficult to do things like go out to the bathhouse, and have no electricity, but it didn't bother Austin. He was born in the 1600's. This life was more normal for him than fancy cars and compact phones. However, Petra was fascinated by the modern world, so he had a cell phone in his pocket and an acoustic guitar strapped to his back.
Music was one of the few things that Austin allowed himself to enjoy without Petra. She was a great musician, but it wasn't her passion, like it was Austin's. She would listen in at the Music Club when she had the opportunity. Normally, she'd be at her clubs though. Austin spent almost every moment he had at the Music Club, unless he was too busy worrying about Petra. Like when she disappeared randomly in the morning... or when she stockpiled on sweets. He followed his sister to the table Amelia sat at. Inside, he was screaming. He didn't want to be near Amelia.
Amelia was the other thing he kept to himself. He had the biggest crush on the death god. Despite never actually telling Petra about his little crush, he knew that she knew about it. It was hard to keep secrets from someone who knew you so well. The closer Austin got to Amelia, the more his heart raced. He tried to push back his blush, but Petra saw it, wiggling her eyebrows. He turned away and stared at his plate. "Good morning. Eating sweets again, Petra? Good thing Austin takes care of you."
"Yep!" Petra chirped. "My brother is a very amazing boy!"
Austin looked up startled, flushing a deep crimson color, "P-Petra!"
Petra smirked at her little brother, glancing around the room casually. Austin met Amelia's gaze for a millisecond before he hurriedly looked away.

Amelia always wondered why it seemed to be difficult for Austin to look her in the eyes. Each time their gaze would meet, he either turned away or avoided it by talking to Petra. She has had her ideas about this subject for a short time now, yet most of them were absolutely impossible. Some myths claim that looking in the eyes of a Death God will show you your own death. Rubbish, of course, because most people didn't seem to have a problem with it. Another tale that had reached her ears was even more ridiculous. It said that there was a risk of a Shinigami becoming attached to your soul, which would motivate them to reap it as soon as possible. It is true that the eyes are the windows to the soul for her, but she never felt something like becoming attached to one. Also, there was one more thing that abosolutely ruled out these two possibilities: Austin definitely wasn't a person to back away from things that seemed difficult or dangerous. At least, that was Amelia's thought about him. To her, he seemed like a very brave person.
That left her with two more possibilities: either he totally disliked her or he actually liked her. Amelia had ruled out both as soon as she thought about them. She had picked up some signals that would favor the latter, yet chose to ignore them. She had become closer to both Austin as Petra than she had planned. However, even she couldn't always keep that distance and caught herself looking at Austin. Amelia kept telling herself the reason was her brother and the warm friendschip she somehow received from them both. Yet she wasn't ignorant either and saw the signs within herself. She would have to maintain this distance, before it went totally wrong.
Amelia had often run this thought in her head. Even now, as he sat in front of her, she reminded herself of her task in this world. One day, he would die. And she would live on.
"Yep! My brother is a very amazing boy!"
The Death God smirked, which made her eyes twinkle with joy. "Petra, maybe it is time to call him a man now." she advised the girl. In every way, he was mature and even his body seemed to emulate that picture she had of him. Altough he was younger than her. Kind of.
"Austin, do I see you at the club this afternoon? I would like your help with something."

#, as written by Felilla

"Austin, do I see you at the club this afternoon. I would like your help with something."
Austin forced himself to nod before Petra elbowed him in the ribs. "Yes!" he squeaked. "I-I mean of course. I'd love to help you."
Next to him, Petra smiled. Austin scowled at her. He loved his sister, but sometimes she could be a tad too pushy. Then again, his last "date" was a hundred years ago and it had ended with him spilling tea on her and her parents. Honestly, Austin was happy to not date. He wouldn't die until Petra did and who knew when that would be. In Borne Witch years, she was only sixteen. In normal mortal years? She was over four hundred years old. Technically, her next birthday wouldn't be for twenty six years. And Austin knew he would remain sixteen until the day that Petra, withered and old, would turn to dust under a full moon. At least, that's what Austin understood from what she had told him about how Borne Witches die.
He slowly pushed around the eggs on his plate as an awkward silence descended over the table. Amelia was a Death God, a Shinigami, a Reaper. He could think of a million other things to call her, but the fact sill remained that she was immortal. Austin would live for a long time (a very long time), but the fact still remained that he wasn't immortal, nor would he ever be. Petra might be the most powerful Witch alive and he might be the most experienced alchemist in the world, but they both knew that immortality was not achievable. What Petra had done to save his life was a one time thing. She could never do it to anyone else. It was depressing to be honest. Live nearly a thousand years just to die in the end. He glanced over at Petra and Amelia. Was it worse to live for ever or die when you thought yourself to be invincible?

Amelia closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly. "I am much obliged", she spoke with her typical soft voice. She eventually opened her eyes again. She then proceeded to pick up her bag from the ground. After searching for some seconds, she found her notebook. She wondered how many she has had in the past years. But mostly she wondered how many she will have. Being immortal meant forever, but what would happen to her if the humans happened to perish on this Earth? Would she roam the empty ruins, never being able to die? Or would she perish with them? She has never liked to think about this depressing subject. It wouldn't be useful either, because for now the humans were still a fast growing race. Amelia would like to die one day though. Living forever is such a tiring thing to do.
Amelia sighed and put down her notebook. Just a she tried to find a working pen in the abyss of her bag, she felt a tingling feeling in her chest. Not now! Come on! Yet she knew she had no choice. A big black book appeared before her, at the height of her chest, slowly dancing in the air in front of her. Some students close to where she was sitting, were surprised by the sudden appearance, but soon chose to ignore it. Amelia waved her hand in the air and the book opened itself on the last page. There she saw a red name. Name, age, location, cause and time of death. All of them were written in there, in a neat and small handwriting. "Four years old", she whispers without thinking. She closed her eyes sighing and stood up. "If you would excuse me." The Shinigami had barely said it or she disappeared without any sound or movement in the air. As if she had never even been there.