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Skylar Donovan

"Relax, alright? What'd ya think was gonna bite ya, a cat with bipolar disorder?"

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a character in “Liuena Academy, a new generation”, originally authored by Byte, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description




Skylar Donovan



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Age
17

Gender
Female

Element/Type of Magic
Light - Illusory Reflections
Skylar's magical affinity for light manifested in the ability to bend and shift light particles to create vivid illusions that may deceive any untrained eye. While she can create stationary illusions with almost no difficulty, Skylar's ability to fully control and animate these mirages are beyond a mess and definitely leave room for improvement.

Weapon
None. Besides the odd switchblade or nearest available bludgeoning tool, Skylar completely depends on her ability to deceive friend and foe through the use of her ability.

Height
5'9"

Weight
128 lbs

Appearance
Nothing says a bigger fuck you, flipping the bird message than dressing like a hell-on-wheels punk reject the likes of Skylar. Possessing a frail and lanky stature, along with a cocky smirk that accurately summarizes her 'shit got ruined now' mentality only helps the emphasize her intimidating demeanour and stand-offish attitude towards other students. You wouldn't think to cross Skylar more than twice unless you like receiving a faceful of ass-y-ness accompanied by the silent doubt of whether or not she'd actually want to break one of your kneecaps. With that said, not much else about her can be said.

Skylar brandishes a flimsy mess of a 'do, dyed a dim indigo which is usually covered with a cap or a hoodie or other kind of wear that says she doesn't quite give much of a damn, and has piercing teal eyes. She smirks more than smiles, and can appear a little rough and frosty around the edges. She can be expressive, but usually comes across as stiff and forced like she's trying not to step on the toes of giants. Other than that, she's nothing special to look at. Definitely worth a glance or two, but not anything worth someone's while to investigate (not recommended) further unless they're into that sorta thing.




Personality
A lot can be said about Skylar, but you can't say that you can't trust her to be honest at least ninety-nine percent of the time. Woe is the poor fella who falls for her trickery and toxic poetry that does little to relinquish any judgemental fool who thinks her a complete, fucking bitch. And that is definitely true in many occasions, but that's only if she hates you. At all other times, Skylar seems to uphold some sort of don't mess with me and I won't mess with you mentality. She won't get in your circle without consent if you do the same for her, and you've got nothing to worry about beyond that. Honest. Really, Skylar couldn't be more easy going if she tried, but it's the harsh bite and bark attitude of sarcasm and cynicism that has given the girl a hard trial to make some actual friends (but hey, beggars can't be choosers so fuck all that noise).

When it comes to it, Skylar definitely prefers a long-distance relationship with no strings attached where she doesn't have to feel guilty for not spending enough time with a supposed "friend" because they've gotten attached to her somehow. A five-foot pole distance is what she likes best, and only really gets up close and personal when the other deserves a punch in the gut or she wants a favour for a favour. Beyond that, though, Skylar's a tough nut to crack. But if you do feel like breaking her little shell... beware of the thorns on this precious rose.

Likes
Maturity
Grounded, well-argued complaints
Agreeing to disagree
Sarcasm/wit/humour
Unpredictability (challenges and people)

Dislikes
Arrogant pricks
Goodie-two-shoes and sunshines
Fun police
Effort
Overly optimistic/friendly people

Flaws
Sarcastic
Tardy
Brutish (Very blunt as well)
Cynical
Self-reliant, stubbornly independent

Talents
Intelligent
Deceptive
Creative (artistically and strategically)
Skeptical (of people)
Level-headed

Fears
Clowns, behind every smile hides a closet pedophile
Needles, or any pointy-stabby object
Bugs, ugly little creepers




Bio
The black sheep of the Donovan family, being the only child out of five to see "ghosts", Skylar was branded as that weird kid on the street with the imaginary friends. The freakazoid child who you shouldn't hang around lest it's contagious. So, with all that flack in your face twenty-four seven, Skylar was bound to become a self-reliant little brat with not even so much as a friend to hang onto. Not too many years later, Skylar was brought into Liuena Academy under the guise that she'd be "helped" with her little mental problem. In truth, of course, the school would turn out to be an academy for people like Skylar. Fan-fucking-tastic, right?




Tibbs



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Age
Undisclosed, though one can assume Tibbs has been around since Skylar's birth.

Gender
Ambiguous, prefers gender-neutral pronouns.

Element/Type of Magic
Lightning - Elektrostatic Discharge
Radically different from xyr's Magni, Tibbs has an affinity for lightning; the ability to discharge static from xyr's paws to taze and paralyze threats, move at lightning speed and release jolts of lightning from their entirety.

Appearance
Tibbs is a tabby little lightning cat whose fur illumintates with a shockingly blue hue, with the end of xyr's tail and paws being coated in a green variant. With his Magni still being a long ways away from becoming a full-fledged magic user Tibbs is still on the smaller side though not unlike a regular-sized, demonic feline. Beyond that, Tibbs wears a tiny pair of goggles on xyr''s head and a little scarf wrapped around xyr's neck.




Personality
Fluffy as Tibbs may come, there isn't any doubt that xe's just as psychologically as xe is physically. Though, for a demon whose affinity is that of lightning, Tibbs is generaly calm and relax in demeanour. Not one to jump excitedly and bounce all over the place like many others of xyr's kind. Beyond that Tibbs is one of the few demons who is unable to communicate verbally and telepathically, but has devised some kind of tapping-language in the form of morse-code to communicate with xyr's Magni and any others who may understand it.

Likes
Fishing
Exploring, often without Skylar
Skylar's sarcasm and wit
High-fives (potential discharges not withstanding)
Magic duels

Dislikes
Water/swimming/rain
Dimwitted individuals
Heights
People (daringly) hitting on Skylar
Anyone groping xyr tail

Flaws
Lazy
Possessive (to some extend)
Easily offended
No sense of direction
Cautious

Talents
Level-headed
Quick-witted
Fearless
Compassionate (To those who deserve it)
Fluffy, so so fluffy

Fears
Water, cats have a natural hatred for that sort of thing... right?
Scissors, no amount of cuddling is going to help Tibbs get over potential loss of fur
Enclosed spaces, not so much tight spaces as closed off boxes and the like




Bio
Weird as it may be, Tibbs has been with Skylar ever since the little demon cat can remember. Visible to the young girl since her birth, Tibbs spent an awful lot of time as Skylar's imaginary pet since the kid's parents weren't magically inclined and so xe wasn't able to fully assist in Skylar's discovery of the wondrous magic world of Magni and demons. Though Tibbs is proud at what Skylar as accomplished so far, xe knows that she has a lot left to learn and will help her through the harsh times that lie ahead.



So begins...

Skylar Donovan's Story

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Skylar Donovan

Another hour chipping at my urge to stab the nearest available dimwit? Great...


With agitation and incense in tow, Skylar hung lazily around her personal desk located somewhere in the far ends of the classroom; mindlessly scribbling notes and half-hearted doodles in attempts to avoid menial finger-pointing in her general direction. She wasn't so much bored as trying not to become the miserable centre-point in a class that already had provoked less attention than that one time she was forced to undergo psychiatric therapy – Obviously she could've just skipped class like any sensible dunce, but somewhere, somehow, that just didn't fly. Had to keep good relations with the teachers, y'know. 'I guess I should be glad everyone else is just as bored as I am.' Perhaps it was her indifference and negligence to the subject matter at hand that she noticed a couple of kids giving her these awkward stares (plus, they weren't one bit inconspicuous) – Like, maybe she was pretend-working too diligently while everyone else seemingly held a less productive stance as soon as the clock struck the fifty minute mark.

Because, y'know, Skylar was so fucking sensitive of everyone's opinion of her being content with actually doing some actual learning. Like Hell she'd be, but that's what she got for being the new blood up in this joint; people had a tendency to silently judge you if you did so much as one alien thing in an otherwise totally not-crazy environment.

β€œEh, whatevs...”

Skylar hardly was one to instil some kind of good faith in others. She didn't owe them anything, never felt hard-pressed to get along and make friends. Heck, truth be told, she didn't feel the least bit comfortable around all these strangers. Didn't know a single kid. Seen them a couple times, sure, but nobody that ever screamed anything other than stay the fuck away – For all she knew about paranoia, it was just easier to avoid people altogether compared to the other side of the coin. Or maybe she was making a total ass of herself with all that stand-offish (or indeed lacklustre and tiresome) gloom. Same result regardless.

A final attempt to duck even further behind the books she had erected as knock-off shields, Skylar made a passing sneer at the gawking wanna-be barbie dolls before she resumed her idle vandalizing of her only notepad. The sweet buzzing relief that ended class couldn't have come sooner. And in almost unison-like flails, Skylar flung her books and other junk into her bag before swiftly escaping the nightmare. 'Right, straight face. Straight face.' Didn't want people to go all stare-y at her again. On the other hand, though, combat class wasn't exactly a nice appetizer in Skylar's case. Kid wasn't used to fighting, and didn't exactly want to either. Never found much use out of punching people in the gut when you could just as easily flip their shit with a poor man's equivalent of a boogieman thing. 'Ah, what the Hell. What don't bite me, won't hurt me. Probably.'

Still, this being a mandatory class hadn't exactly stirred even the slightest bit of interest. In fact, quite the opposite, even. And if it weren't for want of something to do, Skylar might've been tempted to just not bother. But she figured, y'know, give or take. She might as well give it a try this once. If it ended up looking bad, then there was always the option to fake injury and scram. 'Nothing to go on about.' And one arguable moment of doubt later, Skylar reaffirmed her decision and proceeded her aimless wander through the hallways. She'd stumble upon the classroom eventually, right? 'Right.'

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Character Portrait: Leonard Flanagan Character Portrait: Kieran Flanagan Character Portrait: Luna Character Portrait: Solange Kagari Character Portrait: Vergil Flanagan Character Portrait: Weston Lonehill
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Solange Kagari


After having rushed back to their room Solange and Yani settled up to get clean and ready for the only class they were really excited for. After working all day in the school's garden they had quite a bit of cleaning up to do starting with a long shower to get all the dirt and such washed away. After putting on her uniform and making sure her hair looked good enough to go out it was time to head to class. On the way out Yani tucked herself into her standard hiding place in Solange's hair hidden from sight other than the flower she carries accenting Solange's hair.

Leaving their room Solange began skipping down the hallway a white lily given to her by her mother twirling in her hands as she went. It took a few minutes to make it to the class building and even a few more to make it to the hallway where she could find the classroom. As she was skipping towards the classroom she saw her first person of the day. A boy? Yup another look confirmed that he was indeed a boy with a Demon on his shoulder! Skidding to a stop in front of him. "Hi Hi! You look a little lost! Well don't worry I almost know exactly where I'm going!" She smiled brightly down at the boy her eyes flicking toward his demon, but she didn't want to just ask she'd never met another mage before so she didn't know if she could just ask or even look at another person's demon.

"It's nice to meet you I'm Solange! You're actually the first person I've talked to here I kinda spent all day in the school's garden it's almost all ready too! Oh umm I have this flower I think it matches your hair perfectly! If you don't mind I-I'd like you to have it." She smiled brightly holding the flower out to him feeling Yani twitch slightly in her hair.

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Skylar Donovan


Earbuds muffling outward distractions, Skylar was careful not to headbutt into anyone even remotely inclined to hand out shock therapy – or worse, third-degree burns. Problem was, that feat was easier said than done, and after narrowly missing one such magical β€œaccident” by a hair (seriously, she was glad having those stunning reflexes) she anxiously, and hastily, navigated herself to where she wasn't surrounded by fellow magic Joes. Not that creepy ghost-hallyways were any better, but, y'know, between playing frogger with mages-to-be who created a tornado if they so much as sneezed, and spending a fifteen minute detour through some dusty ol' hallway – The latter seemed all the more appealing (and less bothersome).

And so with new-found quiet, Skylar resumed her initial intent to take a look at this β€œMagic Combat 101” business. And maybe try to muster up some motivation while she's at it, too. Like, what, did they really expect students to take this combat thing seriously? Clearly this wasn't just for fun, or at least somewhere deep down Skylar prayed this wasn't going to be another one of those school-activities where they try to enforce some kind of class-community motive. Though in hindsight, it may as well be.

Schools had a tendency to take the nature of group-mentality to an almost religious devotion, like it was the next best thing discovered since sliced bread. Funnily enough the opposite was true with anxious individuals the likes of Skylar. Add her usual lacklustre and brash retorts to that and you can see why this kid never made any friends in high school.

'Beats flicking cashew nuts, s'pose,' With a shrug, Skylar took a small note of the class title plastered on the door before inching inside; careful not to set off any suspicion from the already present students, whom she gave a passing glance (and not much else) as she took up residence at one of the desks in the back of the room.