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Mordacai Barker

Your soul... I can smell it.

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a character in “Supernatural School”, as played by Atlas Telamon

Description

Name: Mordacai Barker
Age: 16
Gender: male
Species: demon
Grade: 11
Personality:
Appearance: 5'11", military cut hair, hazel eyes( darker the angrier I become), broad chested, well built but not overly muscular. Confident.
Bio: Born to a rich human mother and a powerful Demon father, it quickly became apparent that I was going to surpass my father. I become a master of my abilities at a young age and during a training practice accidently killed my father. My mother panicked and forced me to leave and not return. So for years I have wandered aimlessly fitting into the normal world, seeing its true working and listening...learning... And to maintain some symbol of normality I am enrolling into this school to continue learning.

So begins...

Mordacai Barker's Story

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Character Portrait: Rosalie Hills Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Mordacai Barker
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Azmirian felt a faint shimmering on his belly and looked down in alarm. Someone had placed a veil over him. He knew he was forgetting something!! Dresden had been too tired to remember, and Azzie was all too ready to leave. He face-palmed and continued on.

A few minutes later he arrived at school. He landed with an apology to the girl he accidentally blew over with the gales of wind issued from his wings as he flapped to halt his forward momentum. He helped her up with a talon and smiled. "Sorry about that, it's sort of hard to stop." He walked towards the oversized door (renovated after he took up attendance) and checked the bag with the books. All safe and sound in the back. He relished the thought of reading them. He passed a humanoid in the hall, and the veil underneath him reacted on passing. He turned with a smile. "Hey, thanks for that, Dad and I completely forgot."

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Character Portrait: Rosalie Hills Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Mordacai Barker Character Portrait: Dani Leiber
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Azmirian heard the excited chatter as he turned to the wall, and knew they had probably seen his emotions. Blast the earth, of course they had. He didn't care, they could talk all they wanted. He wouldn't let it show. Slowly, he breathed in and out, banishing the tears threatening to well over his eyes. They receded quickly enough, and he put on his satisfied grin. The bell rang at last. Class was beginning, which meant he had full access to the clay near him. His heart beat excitedly, for he loved sculpting. After a long day cooped up on his belly for hours and hours on end, unable to do much with his claws, Art was a nice class to have. He stood before the teacher even entered the class and went to the massive barrels of clay. With his tail, he looped around two of the silver cans and lifted them easily. The gleaming dragon then moved to the smooth tile floor that had been devoted to his work. He didn't have the dexterity for pencils or brushes, yet, but using just his tail worked well enough when he had to draw. However, today he had something... bigger in mind.

He lifted the lids of the cans, one in each claw, and placed them neatly to the side, one on top of the other. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, he had the idea all planned out. One can in each claw, he turned them upside down on the linoleum surface, and with a call of "Loud noise, upcoming!" whipped his body around and whacked them with his muscular tail. The things clanged deafeningly, and two soft thuds issued right after. He carefully lifted the cans and was pleased to find two cylinrical towers of clay the size of his forearms.

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Azmirian was absorbed in his work, unaware of Mordacai's approach despite his overactute hunter's senses. He sculplted away at the giant lima bean, smoothing it, working it, and getting out the air bubbles. Somewhere during the process he leaned back and sat on his haunches, tail curled around his hind claws gracefully. Finally, the thing was smooth and perfectly curved. He tilted his head at it with pride and gently set it down. He moved on, grabbing a small-midsized blot of clay and rolling it back and forth in his claws, turning it into a tapered, thin cylinder. He took two talons and scooped more clay out of the reserves to add to the form in two circular knobs which he began to taper to the rod and make smooth.

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Character Portrait: Mordacai Barker Character Portrait: Nefret & Ammon Nasrallah
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The two caught scent of the fire that had started in the class room, but paid to attention to it, what mattered at the moment was getting the nerves of Nefret calm enough for her to get through the day. Soon enough the fire had been put out, or so it was assumed by them having to longer having any sense of a fire in the room at all anymore. It was only a couple of minutes after when they heard a voice, speaking towards them which caused Ammon to turn his head quickly. His yellow eyes gleamed at them, wondering why he had taken an interest in knowing such things about them, but he answered anyway.

“Why do you very well care of such things about us?” he raised his brow, “we come from Egypt where we’ve lived our lives till now in an old pyramid. Easy to hide from the peering eyes of humans that sneak in for nothing but the treasures of the one buried inside.” Ammon turned his attention away from the male that had spoken to them and looked at his sister, whom seemed to be feeling better than she was before.

“As for, as you said out ‘story’ , I feel since we do not know you well enough, me and Nefret shall keep that to ourselves for now,” he paused for a minute, “sound alright to you my sister?”

Nefret looked around her brother and peered towards the one sitting where they were, her wings giving just a slight rustle. “It, sounds alright to me,” she said in a soft toned voice, unsure of the male that spoke to them.

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By the time he had returned, two perfect antlers lay at Azmirian's feet. He delicately picked one up with two talons, scored the base of it and the deer's head, added some slip and attatched it firmly. He then repeated the process with the other antler. The stag was gorgeous, perfectly proportioned, eyes full of majesty and posture suggesting motion. Azzie smiled pridefully down at it and bared his talons. With a loving glint in his eye he began to drag his claws gently across the form in short little strokes. Fur appeared on the back of the stag, the sides, the legs, the head, the tail. The antlers' veins and texturing was added, and there stood a stag of clay, ready to run.

Now was the fun part. Azmirian turned to the two nearest him and smiled mischieviously. "Stand back."

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'Interest me'? The phrase ran through their minds for a bit, how ever was he interested in them? Eventually Ammon let go of the thought but it still seemed to run around in his sister's head. She'd never had anyone show any sort of interest in them before, living such a sheltered life before coming here there was only them two and their parents. Her eyebrow furrowed a bit, catching the eyes of her dear brother, who looked upon her slightly worried. "What troubles you?" he questioned her, his hand gently placed upon her head.

"Well," Nefret paused briefly, "we are new here and I feel like we should.. be making friends but..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced around the classroom at everyone that was attending that class at the moment. All different sorts of people and all different sorts of creatures. It interesting her very much but somehow she couldn't very well get herself to open up so soon.

"But what?" he asked as his wings twitched just slightly.

"We really aren't doing a good of a job trying..." Nefret's head hung down as she stared at the ground, unsure of anything at this point and time.

Ammon merely chuckled at her, "do not worry to much about it sister, we will eventually make friends.. we just have to get use to being around here is all." He got up out of his chair a grabbed a few things of paint, consisting of the colors black, tan, brown, and a gold-ish one.

"I know what will cheer you up, let's do some painting, you love painting," he smiled, setting the paints on the table in front of them. His sister smiled just slightly, she did love to paint but before she could get do doing any paint there was a strange heat . They both looked forward to the front of the classroom where a dragon was setting fire to something, though the only think they noticed from it was the smell of hydrogen and sulfur. The scent carried into their sensitive noses causing them to let out a soft hiss in discomfort.

As soon it it was over the the smell left they relaxed, "that is better," the girl said as she took hold of a paint brush and began painting. Ammon follow suite and joined in doing so, painting the ancient language they grew up with.