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Max Anderson

"Oh, fuck off. I can't be bothered to say it any more eloquently."

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a character in “The Arcana Academy”, as played by Imagine That!

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Full Name: Maximilian Joshua Anderson
Nicknames: Max. Just Max.
Age: 20
Birthdate: January 2nd.
Home Town: Washington DC, Washington.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.

School: Arcana Academy - I'm having to work as the temporary biology teacher and the guidance counselor. What a stupid job for someone like me!
Power: Expand on your power - how far can you take it? What are you limitations?
Likes: Five minimum please
Dislikes: Five minimum please
Fears: Everyone is frightened of something.

Personality: A paragraph or so on your characters personality please - bad points as well as good.
History: I don't want too much detail, but we need information on your childhood, how you first found out about your power, how you decided whether to be good or bad, and then how you came to the school. So, three good sized paragraphs, I think?
Anything else? Just anything else that doesn't fit into the categories.

So begins...

Max Anderson's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lulu Allen Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Jackson Murphy Character Portrait: Emmeline Pearce Character Portrait: Loralei Evans Character Portrait: Max Anderson
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It wasn't hard to locate the party, what with the humming vibrations caused by the loud music, or the mass of students, with some teachers thrown in, all migrating towards the same location. Of course, it was hard not to look forward to something like this. Jackson always held the best parties on campus.

Running her right hand, currently adorned with a henna tattoo, through part of her hair, Lora made her way through the crowd. Looking around, she spotted a bunch of familiar faces, including a certain Max Henderson. No. She was not going to let him get to her. She was here to have fun, and damn the consequences if she got caught. Nevertheless, she decided to make her way to the bar after he disappeared. A confrontation was not something she was looking for at the moment. Besides, he was with Cor, another person Lora didn't exactly want to talk to. Though, to be quite honest, Max wasn't that bad when he wasn't being such a flirt. Then again, he was an empath, so he would always know how she felt about anything, a fact that sometimes annoyed her.

Letting her eyes linger on the male teacher for just a second, because honestly, he wasn't too hard on the eyes, Lora thought about her recent interactions with the older man. After a moment, she shook her head and went back to her people-watching, not sure what to do at that point.

Lulu and Jackson were in a corner, and both of them were pretty cool. She made a mental note to talk to (hopefully) both of them later, but for now, she'd leave them to their own conversations.

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To be quite honest, Emmeline Pearce had no idea what on this earth had possessed her to come down to this party. It wasn't something she'd usually have done. Usually she'd be in the library, or in her own room, with a mug of hot chocolate, and a good book. But no, tonight she was down amongst the throng of people. Perhaps the urge to finally interact with other people had gotten to her. Yeah, maybe that was it. Because other than that, there was really no explanation for her to be at Jackson's party that evening.

She wasn't even completely sure of how she'd managed to get to where she was now. She'd been in her room, doing something or another, When suddenly, her feet just decided to carry her downstairs towards the music and the people. It was true that she'd always been curious as to what actually happened at these parties, having never gone to one herself, and it seemed like she was about to find out. Curiousity killed the cat. She reminded herself, but then again, she wasn't a cat, so that particular phrase hardly applied in her case.

Leaning against a wall, she simply began watching the people around her. It was interesting to observe how they interacted when given the setting of a party. Of course there was alcohol, so the intoxication only added to it all.

Maybe she shouldn't have come. She knew that most likely no one would notice if she were to just slip out now. But no, she decided to stay a moment longer. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt anyone.





I don't really have time to write up Jade right now. I'll do that when I get home. Sorry the posts for each character is a bit short. I dont exactly have much time to type. I might try to expand a bit later.)

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Character Portrait: Lulu Allen Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Skylar Fiammetta Byrnes Character Portrait: Erin Hawthorne Character Portrait: Jackson Murphy Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen
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This wasn't fun; this was torture. Not for the first time in her life, Ashleigh Fox felt like a puppet. She had no life, no soul, no emotions other than the ones that Drake Quellen was putting into her. He was pulling all the strings, controlling the conversation. The worst part for the blonde was that he knew his position all that well. She could tell by his smile that he was satisfied with the state he had her in. Dammit, why was she still here? The other side of the room was a much safer place. There were people that weren't trying to... she couldn't exactly explain what it was Drake was doing to her, all she knew that she didn't want to leave... but she didn't want to stay either.

Sky had earlier suggested that the pair dance. Dance?! Was this man serious?! Sky was all about taking risks, the blonde had deduced that much when she had met him, but that suggestion was just damm right stupid. Sure, she could dance and she was good at it. In fact, Dancing was the only thing Ashy actually had confidence at... helped by the teachers here. She had often been admired by Ms martin for her creative style of dancing and she had to admit, she was pretty damm good at it. However, two trains of thoughts crossed the blondes mind. The first; dancing now, with the hot male, was just going to make her look like a fool. Secondly, dancing with Drake in front of the rest of his fan club was boarding on a death sentence.

'Old habits die..' Her sentence was cut short by the disturbance at the end of the bar between Zac and Mo. For a few seconds, the blonde looked over Drakes shoulder to observe the scene. Mo was... different. It looked like she was drunk, which didn't make sense. Ashy knew that her friend rarely had any sort of alcohol, if at all... Odd. Mo had obviously said something to rile Zack up, because he shouted at her for a while, before stalking off out of the tent. '...hard' She finished her sentence to Drake, with a small sigh. It had been a long time since Zack had got angry and even though she knew she wouldn't be much of a match for him, the blonde decided she needed to see him.

She was about to make her excuses and leave Drake, setting herself free but the pair where then joined by.... an extremely drunk Erin. Knowing that she was close to Cor, Ashy looked round instinctively for any sign of the Ice queen. She was still talking to a man she didn't recognize. However, the blonde knew that if she was friends with cor, she soon would. Turning back to the situation in hand, Ashy found herself being presented a with a bottle of whiskey by the rather drunk woman in front of her. She gave a small smile at the girl; she wouldn't drink it, everyone in the situation knew it, well apparently not Erin. Then, her puppet master spoke, telling her that she should drink it otherwise Erin would get worse. Bastard. Ashy was a caring person, almost to extremes... She clutched the bottle closer to her. She did agree with Drake that the blonde shouldn't have anymore. Erin was also trying to... protect her? This concept was also extremely strange to the blonde. They'd barely spoken.

What happened next truely stunned the pure blonde. Drake, this guy who had so far been...well a player, turned nasty. Ashy watched in horror as he just grabbed a chunk of Erin's hair and spoke to her like... he owned her. What the hell was this man?!

She held onto Erin to keep her steady as the blonde walked towards her, and told her all about Drake. Even though the woman leaning into her was totally ruined, Somehow Ashy knew she was speaking the truth. 'Help me' She whispered. Why turn to this girl? They had barely spoken....but at that moment.. Ashy has never felt more scared. She watched as the blonde walked away to sit alone. Ashy thought of going to sit with her, to make sure she was alright. But first, the blonde needed to...confront? No she'd lose that argument... Question Drake. 'What the hell did you just do?!' Ashy asked, the shock from the past from moments coming through in her voice.

He's going to kill me.


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Jess been at the party for a while now. She had entered the party with Mo. who had then warned her not to get too drunk. She gave a small smile before retorting 'I'm a Noctrem student, we get drunk on a regular basis.' As her room mate walked away, the brunette had taken a while to survey the scene around her.

The party beautifully set out; Jack had done well. Of course he had, he was Irish, they always knew how to have a good time. St Patrick's Day was evidence enough of that. There was enough food on the tables to feed an army and, the idea of the bar insinuated that there was enough drink at the bar to get them all suitability merry. Maybe a little more than that for some. Jess smiled wryly, surveying the scene of people she vaguely knew. Drake was with Ashy. Poor girl, so naive, so sweet. He was just a bastard and everyone with a brain knew it. Further up the bar there was Cor standing with Mr Henderson; the man with the oxymoronic job in the world, considering how... detached he was and yet, he seemed to be having a quite intriguing conversation with Cor. Fitting really, the two were perfect for each other.

As the brunette looked further along the bar, she spotted her room mate again, this time with Zack. She saw the male get angry at Mo, who didn't seem quite right..Jessica watched the male stormed out of the tent, for a moment she was torn. She knew how angry Zack got and she wanted to make sure the poor boy didn't get hurt as he had done several times before, but she was also ever so aware of her room mates position. Thankfully, Ali had taken Mo under wing and the brunette decided that the situation didn't needed addressing anymore.

As the brunette went and ordered a Vodka and Lemonade from the bar, her first drink of the night, she reflected on her day. First, she'd been left by a woman that claimed to be her best friend, then she'd been completely bewitched by the sexy Irishman that was Jackson Murphy and finally she'd had Mo crawl in her mind and shown her some frankfully distressing images that the brunette was sure, if she was sober by the end of the night, she'd probably have nightmares about. Yup. she needed this drink. It was vital.

Then a sight caught Jess's eye; Killian Jackson sitting on his own. This a strange situation, not that in the sense that he was alone, but in the sense that Jay was nowhere to seen. Jess was baffled by this; Killian had changed so much in recent times, now he was alone? The brunette was curious. Grabbing her drink from the bar, she made her way over to the man with the cheeky grin. As she did so, she spotted Jackson by the buffet, with Lulu who looked... unlike herself. Not that it didn't suit her, of course, it just wasn't what the world normally saw of the blonde girl. She then cast on eyes on Jackson, who was looking incredibly smart tonight, she gave a small wave of greeting, giving a small smile as she remembering their flirting session earlier.

'Mr Jackson, you intrigue me' She told Killian, pulling up a chair and sitting next to him as she finally reached the table, 'You're sitting here, completely alone, why?' She added, in way of explanation.

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Character Portrait: Leonardo Marinos Character Portrait: Katia Hunt Character Portrait: Christopher Russell Character Portrait: Max Anderson
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Katia rolled her eyes the moment his smile faded. The brunette leaned her elbow onto the arm of her arm, her glass against her cheek as she watched him respond to her pained expression. Three. Two. One. Pity.

"I don't care how handsome I am, you still shouldn't have danced. Trust me, my orthopedic surgeon drilled that into me after I accidentally re-broke my shin dancing when I was still supposed to be on crutches,” Chris rebuked her. It sounded half hearted which only made her chuckle lightly. “Sounds like you listen to doctor’s orders about as much as I do,” she half smiled. The serious tone to his voice seemed to drop and Chris was suddenly amused with himself once more. "The next time he saw me, I had dislocated my shoulder and smashed my head against the pavement. He was beginning to give up on me altogether,” he declared proudly. Katia leaned over and collected her bottle of wine to refill her glass. It was close to empty as she set it back into the glass, swirling her fresh contents and tilting her head the other way. “My doctor has faith in me but that's more the result of their ability to scare me shitless. There’s a reason I’m not dancing professionally at the moment,” Katia responded, recalling the doctors both in LA and New York who had assessed her, along with the chiropractors and physiotherapists. Everyone had told her with a firm and resounding no that she was to stay off her feet or she risked permanent spinal cord damage and, worse, paralysis which would be the ultimate irony – she would be able to move others but not herself.

"Do you need, like, pain meds or something? I can run inside and get them for you if you want," Chris offered. Katia swallowed another sip and shook her head, humming her no as he reclaimed his seat beside her. Katia let her eyes slip over his frame a second time. He had such great movement and it was obvious why. Chris was healthy and toned. All together in her mind he was quite handsome. “No,” she said after a moment, turning in her seat to look at him. “I’ll take something before I head to bed and that’s enough. Last thing I need is a drug dependence. If I didn’t feel this pain, I would just keep dancing and so many people fall into that trap believe me.”

Katia hummed and tapped her foot, sitting upright immediately before leaning into her chair as her lower back eased up. She looked over and towards the crowds of students. Several immediately looked away as her harsh gaze landed on them. They eyed the two of them wearily, though some were in awe and a few seemed to be tugging on each others' dresses to come out and talk to them but few budged.

"Although, you'd better not hog my limelight,” Chris chimed. “They’re all yours. Last thing I want is a teenaged fan club. Heard it wasn't working out so well for people like Justin Bieber,” she giggled. Katia looked over at him as he winked and she shook her head once, amused by his boyishness. He was so lighthearted it made her feel quite bitter. "Seriously though, I really don't mind. If it's me they want, they can wait a few minutes,” he told her. “I don’t need painkillers,” she reaffirmed but even that no didn’t seem to be good enough.

"I'll tell you what, you think about it. I need a drink. But not alcohol. I like having a clear head," Chris decided. “I don’t need to think,” she called out after him but he didn’t seem to hear as he headed straight through the throng of students towards the bar. Katia crossed her legs and watched him, enjoying the sight of his chiseled back. Chris’ choice of clothes showed off his defined muscles and the gentle swagger to his walk showed her that he had confidence. She only had to wonder if his boyishness was immaturity of simply an optimistic take on life. In that way she had liked Leo. With his age he was inexperienced in some things, true, but he was worldly. He had seen and experienced things and for all of the horrors he was still standing and was still a good soul. She liked that influence he had, driving her to be better, despite the nosiness he had for her life. Katia was grateful to him but it was disconcerting for him to come to her mind then when Chris was right in front of her. She frowned for a moment and set her wine glass under her chair. Three quarters of a bottle was enough and she could feel the slight buzz coming over her.

Chris returned and he was once again smiling, carrying a glass of orange juice (of all things). She leaned her chin into her palm and stared at him as he sat down, an amused expression coming over her. He stood before her.

"So, beautiful, would you like me to get anything for you?" he asked, moving to bow exuberantly like a butler. Katia chuckled at his poorly framed accent. It made her conscious of her Italian lilt. "I am at your service, madam. Your word is my duty."

“Are you sure that’s just juice?” Katia teased. “Cause last I knew, chivalry was dead. I said no twice. No means no.” As she spoke she couldn’t help but laugh again. His smile was contagious.

"Or would you just prefer I performed a ballet routine in the middle of the dance floor to make you laugh? They say laughter is the best medicine, you know,” Chris offered. Now that was something no one had ever offered to her before.

“You’re already making me laugh,” Katia replied before she sat upright and gestured for him to take his seat. “Stay awhile,” she told him. “It’s no fun to sit alone here and your conversation is delightful. Let’s people watch instead.”

Katia’s eyes swept the crowd again and she was slightly startled to see that Max Henderson was completely absent. She swallowed dry mouth, hoping that wherever he was and whatever he was doing weren’t antics that would get her in trouble for not keeping too close an eye on him. He’s an adult. He has to learn to take care of himself for at least a night.

“So, if you’re new here, have you taught before?” she asked Chris, wondering more about him. “I’ve never taught dance outside of a formal dance or arts academy where people wanted to be learning what I was instructing. I’d be lying if I said I was in my my element.”

And he certainly had no idea of just how uncomfortable she was knowing that she would be facing teenagers, all high school ages, who had likely never committed themselves to formal and proper dance. She’d have to be tyrannical to get them all to commit. Katia knew few of them would be likely to commit which made her job close to pulling teeth…and she just might if it meant keeping them in line.

“Any students to look out for? The trouble makers? The do gooders? Any favorites? And don’t deny it, everyone picks favorites,” she teased, leaning over to pinch his arm playfully. He had her in a good mood, something few people could muster.

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Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Jackson Murphy Character Portrait: Addison Lawler Character Portrait: Jade Locke Character Portrait: Emmeline Pearce Character Portrait: Kymber Ariel Karsin
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She'd missed the party. Great. Just fucking great

Throwing down the now near empty bottle that had been in her hand, Jade let it smash against the ground, falling back against the stone walls of the school. Her mind was a blur, thoughts which usually would have been sorted out and held in calm, cool collection were now tangled together with what seemed like no hope of survival. Closing her eyes she tried to gather her head, but inevitably failed to do so. So instead she opted for thinking about all that had led up to that precise moment.

After having gotten high with Addi, Jade had apparently thought that running off campus and heading to the cemetary where her brother was buried was a good idea. Hmph, that should teach her not to make decisions with a smoke filled mind. Not that it would, she'd probably make that mistake many more times in her lifem and they'd all probably end the same, with her leaning against a wall, drunk off her ass. While at the cemetary, she'd sat at her brother's grave, talking to him as easily as if she were making conversation about the weather, as if he was sitting in front of her, not laying in the ground covered in dirt. Every word which had left her mouth had been mostly pointless. It was her usual thing. She often came here, to tell him all that had been happening in her life. It was as if she was holding on to some shred of him, not willing to let go just yet. She always made sure no one knew of course, of what she did when no one could find her. Jade suspected Addi and Cor might know, but knew neither of them would say anything. Her brother wasn't a subject Jade was very fond of talking about.

As night had fallen, she'd somehow managed to make her way back to Arcana, but having found out that Jackson's party had already sizzled down, she just decided not to go. Instead, she walked around, looking for somebody that could interest her. She thought she'd spotted Addi at some point, but it had turned out to be just another stupid Arcana girl. So much for that.

In time, she'd found her way outside, sitting near the back of the school, her mind busy with thoughts, most of which she couldn't make out, but she did know that the majority of them were about her brother, and where she'd be at that moment if he was still alive. She'd probably be right here, at Arcana. She would have never gone to Noctrem, and she'd be living life as a goody-two-shoes, being someone that girls like those she called her friends would probably put through hell on a daily basis. But no....no she was not that girl. She was Jade Locke. A bitch to most, and a friend to few. And that was exactly how she planned to stay.




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Throughout the party, Lora had spoken with numerous people, danced a bit, and had even gotten a bit drunk, given her small drinking contest with one of her fellow students, but as the music died down, she found herself standing off to the side, humming a small tune to herself as she watched the people around her, occasionally taking a sip from the small bottle in her hand. She kept herself sober enough to make mostly rational decisions, thank god, but she was a bit more reckless than usual, and with her, that was saying something.

A quick laugh escaped the girl's lips at some thought that had passed her head. But apparently, that laugh had been just loud enough to draw the attention of a guy who was standing near her. "Sorry." She smiled, her voice still somewhat of a chuckle. She looked away and tried to calm her mind, but apparently that thought had just been too funny, although now she could barely remember it.

Lifting her head to look at the people around her, she decided to head out, looking out for Jackson, who was nowhere to be found. Giving a shrug, she walked from the party, and headed up to her room, falling into bed and turning over to get out her phone, checking for messages. There were a few, but she didn't particularly feel like answering them. Laying there, she thought over all that had happened that day. The only two bits that stood out were her meeting with Henderson, and Jackson's party. In her drunken state, she couldn't much remember anything else, so she settled for thinking over just those two events, Jackson's party more than the "meeting". Max Henderson was going to be the last thing on Loralei's mind that night. Instead she set to mulling over all the people she'd talked to, as well as the ones she hadn't gotten the chance to.




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Emmeline had long since left the party, after having made her attempts to calm Zac down after witnessing all that had gone down between him and Morgan, she'd retreated to her room, changing and settling down with one of her many books. Anyone who saw her part of her dorm would immediately call her a bookworm, and they wouldn't be wrong. All her life, Emmeline had preferred the world of books to reality. With her childhood, every book she read was like an escape. She could seal herself away and travel to some distant land where her mother couldn't harm her, where she didn't have to worry about suspecting whose love was true and whose was a lie. She could just let her mind walk among the pages and it was as if those characters, those worlds, would bring her some sort of comfort.

Curling her legs under the covers and sitting against the headboard, she held a copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland in her arms, smiling as she felt the pages beneath her fingers. Before coming to Arcana, Emma's father had offered to buy her a Nook, or some other type of e-reader, but she had immediately turned him down without hesitation. She hated those new forms of reading. It took away from that wonderful feeling you get when you hold a new book for the first time. The smell of the pages, especially in the old books. To be honest, she loved the line of a cracked spine on a book she would read so much the pages would bend, and she it was always one of her pet peeves for someone to disrespect a book, even if that meant turning a corner. She liked to keep her books in good shape, and they all lay stacked around her bed, though she was careful not to let them fall to her roommate's side. Looking up from her book, Emma took a moment to wonder just where Kymber was, before a smile crept to her lips. Closing her eyes, she thought, trying to picture the Mad Hatter's hat. She imagined how tall it would be, how big, what it would look like, even the little 10/6 tag. After a moment, she felt a sort of buzzing feeling and opened her eyes, looking next to her where, sitting on the bed, was the hat. Immediately reaching out to touch it, her smile fell slightly as her hand glided through it, as if it were merely an object of a dream. "Hmph. Well, I guess I'll need to work on that." She spoke out, to no one but herself, her voice breaking the silence that had settled on the room.

Turning back to her book, the hat faded away and the girl read until her eyes fell and she slept, her book still cradled in her hands.