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Name: Celadon Sampson (Or simply Don)
Age: 25
Race: Centaur
Height: 25 hands
Weight: 1,500kg
Curse/ailment: N/A
Special Needs: Aside from being a massive quadroped......
Major: Undecided
Career: Undecided
New or Returning student: He is new.
Appearance:

His torso is that of a humans, trained and muscular like that of a seasoned warrior and hunter. His lower half is that of a larger horse, muscular but smooth and very fast
Weapons: He has a battered sword he looks at as a tool more than a sword. His whole life he's spent living off the land it's his lifeline really, like a trusty pocket knife a man would use for anything. He forged that sword himself when he was younger.
Personality: He has a serious personality, stern and prideful. He disregards people who stare at him as an intelligent man disregards a fool. He has a kind heart however and a very brave soul. He takes the fact that people tend to find his daunting size intimidating to his advantage and will always stand forward to those smaller and weaker than him. He's got a warrior's soul and a hunter's heart.
History: He was born to a tiny roaming settlement of centaurs like himself. Every few seasons his group would up and move to a new place to have children or raise them or look for food. His kind mostly scavenged and occasionally hunted meat. Ever since he was a foal he loved to hunt. He went with his father to set traps and track and shoot his bow. It was his favorite pass time as well as sparring with the other males his age. There weren't many, it was a very small group consisting of only a few intertwined families. Eventually Don parted ways with his family, desiring adventure. His father blessed him, and spent his last time forging a sword with him. It would be his friend for the next decade. Don settled effortlessly out on his own, hunting and foraging.....and then he came across a road. It wasn't a very big road just one of those scenic back roads. It was pleasant to walk on, Don had decided, so he raced along it, enjoying the way it felt under his hooves...that is....until he gets hit by a car. It was only a glance and Don was unharmed but he was kicked into fight or flight mode and Don chose fight. He reared at the car and the people inside panicked unsure what the hell was going on. Don ended up cutting off a side mirror with a violent strike of his sword and busting through the passenger window. The people sped off with him clinging to it for a few seconds till he chased it away yelling manically. It would have been a comedic sight had Don not been scared for his life. Later that night as he was still frantic and unsure he wandered across a strange old woman whom knew the ways of the forest and of man. She was incredibly pleased to see him and claimed his appearance an honor and privilege and she offered him knowledge and sanctuary. She was very wise and told him he had a choice, find the University full of strange beings and unusual customs or wander about the forests till the end of his days. It was then that Don realized how lonely his life truly was. The woman gave him an odd smile and a charmed amulet that would help him pass through Quarry and a set of human clothing. She advised him to leave his sword behind, but being ignorant of the ways of man he didn't understand how he was to thrive without one.

Possible Classes/Careers: Humanology, basic technology, gen. ed, anything to do with nature.

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Don Sampson's Story

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#2013-08-26 19:49:01, as written by Royalburden

Celadon had strode easily at the edge of the road for much of the way. He hadn't bothered to use the amulet, it was much faster to walk on four legs as opposed to two. His enormous chestnut body writhed with magnificent musculature the body of a beautiful stallion a long black tail trailed from his rear and nearly swept the ground. Upon his back rested one pack which held his equiptment for the journey, his human clothing and set of simple shirts. His torso was equally magnificent, with the visible strength of an ancient warrior from the far east his bearded face held a strange weathered look to it. A stern, powerful glare that said plainly he was not one to pick a fight with. He had only been spotted once the entire way up. A speeding car had took him by surprise and he didn't have time to do anything but stare at the driver as he rushed on by. This nearly caused an accident but Don made sure it didn't happen again He followed the road from the cover of the forest, using the trees to excuse his presence as a horse or a deer grazing nearby. Don still didn't understand the men that traveled by frightening, loud, fast boxes. Humans, she called them. Two legged creatures. I have to pretend to be one in that town......what did she call it? Quarry... Don stared at the sign for Quarry for a moment. He didn't know what it said but he recognized the pattern. Q.U.A.R.R.Y. It was time to wear the amulet. Don clipped the thing around his neck and instantly he stood upon two legs........nude. He looked down at himself and frowned. "Humans........are small..." He murmured "Great....."

Don bent over and picked up his pack, he slipped on his new human clothing, a pair of jeans and a worn shirt with a set of boots. His muscles bulged out of the shirt, at least that part of him was still of accurate size. He decided he didn't like wearing the human form. He threw the pack over his broad back effortlessly and continued on up the road and into the town.

He didn't waste his time there, he knew the people there would want nothing to do with him so he didn't impose his presence for too long. He wanted to remove the amulet and run the rest of the way, it would have been far faster and less tense but he had a feeling these people would not stand for him in his natural form. He endured the suspicious stares and whispered comments all through the main street. Why on earth are humans this way, he wondered. He would need to ask a professor this precise question. Then it dawned on him, that moment when Don had wandered onto the road and struck out at that car. Could they be afraid?

The moment Don exited the town's limits he wandered into the forest a few paces, removed the clothing and the amulet returning to his natural form. It was like releasing himself from a tightly jarred bottle. He tucked the clothes and amulet away and trotted briskly up the winding path.

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#2013-08-26 21:05:50, as written by Aramay

Eric for the most part ignored the cooler aside from giving it a glance. It was considered a fairly normal from what he's seen in people's cars while servicing them. The only strange thing about it was how clean it was making it stand out from the ratty interior of the car. He didn't notice the driver had walked over to pick up the spare key that had fallen on the ground. By the time he did take notice, the driver had already wandered back to the car just before the pump halted. He then absent mindedly took the folded money made to look like $40. In the time that it took for the student to get back into his car and drive out of the station did he realize what the man had done. "Ha-HEY!" He snaps out of his daze and starts to run after the bug. It was too late, as old as the car was he still wouldn't be able to catch up to it. "Asshole!" He kicks the dirt and swears a few good curses before one of the deputies comes out of the diner to see what all the fuss was.

"What's gotten you so riled up? Did they forget to leave you a tip?" He still had concern for Eric but since everyone knew just about everyone in the town it was hard not to toss a quip every now and again.

"That bastard short changed me! How am I supposed to make a livin' like this?!" The station attendant was taking all of his anger out on the straw that broke the camel's back. He shook the 20 dollar bill with it clenched so tightly in his fist that his knuckles turned white.

The deputy walks up to Eric and puts his hands on his shoulders but not without requiring a few attempts to get him to stop moving and dodging around so much. "I know you're having a hard time but you're not the only one having a difficult time. Just hold on for one more day and I bet I could ask my cousin to help you run the station for a while. But he can't run it on his own, you're the only one who knows how to run it sinc-" He cuts himself off. He was about to make Eric cry with the way his eyes were glazing over and his face turning red. "Go back into the station and we'll keep an eye out for the kid. He's bound to come back down the road sooner or later. In the mean time we'll get back on that case for you. I promise." The deputy pauses for a few seconds before finally turning to walk back to the diner.

Before he walks up the steps he notices another person walking through town. Judging by the bag he must have been another student. But there was no way he could have walked all this way on his own two feet alone. It was a good few miles from the city and even further from anything else. The way his shirt looked like it fit too tightly over his muscular frame along with his thick beard made it so that, although he could tell that the man was in his twenties, he looked to be aged by the wild. Nature had a strange way of making young men look older and older men look ancient. He wondered why someone like him was headed for the school. He shakes the thoughts from his head and heads back into the diner.

Eric stands completely still till he hears the bell on the door ring. He took no notice of Don in his grief stricken state. He turns around and starts to walk back to the station; tears begin to roll down his face.

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#2013-08-26 22:33:11, as written by Castle

Wesley seemed even more surprised then he was when the S.L.O.B passed him, the guy that grabbed him seemed to have amazing strength. Celadon had pulled him up on his feet before Isaac could barely reach him. It took Wesley a moment to realize he was being held by a centaur, looking down at the horse legs.

All their voices were coming at him yet he could not find what he had done with his communicator, which didn't seem to be in his pocket anymore. He put up a finger in a gesture that usually meant "Give me a second." He would totally learn sign language, which he did know some, but barely anybody knew how to speak it... Er... Use it these days.

Wesley continued to dig around his pockets. Things like this always seemed to happen with him, all of a sudden objects would disappear off his person. He finally found it in his inside coat pocket, which he was extremely baffled, he had remember specifically putting it in his outside coat pocket, but no matter. He immediately began typing on the square metallic grey device that rested between both hands. The soft clicking of the keys he had always liked.

Eventually a robotic monotoned voice spoke up. "I'm fine, really." It was a female voice which Wesley quickly corrected to be male. "My name is Wesley," he added with another few taps of the keyboard, looking and smiling up at both the centaur and the young man at the same time, running his fingers through his dark hair again to remove it from his rounded glasses so he could get a better look at the two.

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#2013-08-27 01:51:23, as written by Royalburden

Celadon's brows furrowed then raised as he took out the small metal box that then began to speak. "AH.....humans have alot of strange things don't they. A device that speaks....do you have a device to hunt for your families as well?"

He shook his head, making the ponytail at the back of his head sway and he frowned. He wasn't sure he liked all this technology. He looked to Issac whom apparently had full speaking capabilities and he wondered what was different about this Wesley boy. Finally it dawned on him that perhaps he was a mute and simply hadn't the ability to speak. He'd met one person long ago that was a mute it was a female a centaur like himself and he had been sure she was simply too shy to speak for herself. He studied Issac and smiled and bowed his head to the two. "I am Celadon of the wandering herd. I'm glad you where not harmed, Wesley."

Don had missed the instant where the S.L.O.B had literally went through him and was simply under the impression that Wesley had been knocked over. He looked over at Issac wondering what he meant going on about curses and specters. He looked like a normal human to him.

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#2013-08-27 02:07:24, as written by Castle

Wesley listened to Don then smiled thoughtfully at the centaur a bit wider, then looked back down at the device, typing swiftly. It barely took him seconds before the message was done "Thank you," the little device replied. He looked back down at the device to type something else. "Nice to meet you Celedon."

Wesley straightened his black thick scarf, the air still cool from the many times the doors of the university had been opened. He was kind of excited never meeting a centaur before, definitely something to remember. Maybe they could be friends. Wesley smiled back at Isaac for the offer to help from before.

Wesley shook his head to move his overgrown hair out of his face again, though it persisted to get in the way. Wes eventually ignored it. Taking off his circular glasses and cleaning them off with the other end of the scarf, he noticed a small crack in them, but it probably wouldn't effect his line of vision all that much.

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#2013-08-27 11:01:05, as written by Aramay

(I'm waiting for a post from Davidthedemon before we continue further)

The Dean never let his eyes turn away from the thing on the back of the S.L.O.B. for one instant. By the way he stared it down with a nearly visible scowl made it apparent that this was not something he was wholly unfamiliar with. Moreover his stare was sharp enough to bore holes into stone. He didn't have to do anything. Crabb had been dismounted by Madam Nabuscu allowing it to go after the panicking S.L.O.B. as it somehow managed to double back. It doesn't get the chance to come close to the growing group. The crab used its body to trip the S.L.O.B. forcing it to cover the face of its helmet; shielding it from the hard ground. Just as the S.L.O.B. is about to hit the ground a claw snaps out and grasps the unruly creature by its neck. Crabb's eye stalks twitch watching the thing squirm and squeal something awful. Naba blows a cloud of powder into its face, possibly a sort of sleeping powder as it went limp within seconds. No exchange of words were needed. Nabuscu immediately ordered Crabb to follow her away and out of sight from the students.

Mr. Fortwick slowly shuffles towards the still downed S.L.O.B. who's having a hard time getting back up. It continuously oozed the neon green fluid despite its attempts to stop the 'bleeding'. "Ahhhh, and here I thought today would be a slow day. You're going to need to have that looked at. I wonder where that North fellow wandered off to, I wonder if he's arrived yet." Fortwick looks over the the group, almost forgetting that they were there. "Ah, carry on. Nothing to see here-" He looks at Don's hooves. "We're going to need something done about those. Please have them covered before you go indoors I just had the floors buffed."

He didn't forget what he had seen earlier. These students appeared to be handling themselves well this year while showing some unique characteristics from each other. It was nice to see such diversity coming together in one place that never would normally occur anywhere else. It was something that he could be proud of.

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#2013-08-27 17:58:15, as written by Soul_Alchemist

Issac found that he was not in fact the first one to come to Wesley's aide. Before he had been able to clear the space between the two of them a centaur of all things came running up, stopping before Wesley and picking him up. Seeing that he was no longer needed, the alchemist retracts his hand and Absente moves to stand behind him, still growling slightly. Despite his looks, the chimera was a big baby when it came to things larger than he was. With a small laugh Issac reaches down to pat him on the head.

"Calm down boy, it's alright, no need to freak out." Issac says with a smile, though it quickly turns to a frown when he begins to feel a little sick at his stomach. It was due to his curse, but he was afraid the new arrival, Celedon he believed his name was if he had heard right, might think it had something to do with him. And he didn't want a centaur mad at him, so he refrains from covering his mouth as he straightens up again. "I'm glad to see you're alright Wesley, and it's nice to meet you as well Celedon. I have seen very few centaurs even at this academy. My name is Issac."

He was about to go on and say something about Absente and his being an alchemist, but just then the S.L.O.B. decided to turn around, but a glance at the professors told him they had it under control, so he just takes a step back and watches.

It always surprised him how fast Crabb could move, and how strong he seemed to be, but what didn't surprise him was that Madam Nabuscu hurried off with whatever it was on the S.L.O.B.'s back. Issac didn't have the chance to get a good look at it, but from what he had been able to glimpse it was nothing he had seen before. Turning back he looks down at the S.L.O.B. now lying on the ground, bleeding rather badly. With a frown the alchemist reaches into one of his various pouches and takes out a small red bag. From the bag he takes a powder which he sprinkles lightly on the wounds, then returns the bag and dusts his hands off.

"It's always interesting the first few days of school, huh Mr. Fortwick?" Issac says, still dusting off his hands as he turns to look at the headmaster. "I won't bother to ask what that was about. The powder I used should speed up the coagulation process and slow the bleeding down if nothing else. Hope the poor thing will be alright."

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#2013-08-27 19:45:44, as written by Royalburden

Celadon shuffled slightly and looked down at his hooves. A big part of him wanted to refuse. First the University asks that he masks his true nature to the locals and now they ask he cover his hooves. However he shelved his pride for the time being. This small favor was likely to be paid back in the resources the school would need to use to house a centaur. Custom bedding that would have to be twice as long and strong to hold his weight. Thousands of pounds in food...and so on. He was sure he could fashion something out of the leather on his pack. He bowed his head towards the Dean to signify his agreement towards his request. "I will need some supplies, sir. A firm needle and some coarse thread."

His gaze turned to the Chimera as he heard it's nervous growling and his brow furrowed once more. "What is that?" He asked Issac. "It isn't natural...Nothing is natural here is it. What was that beast that barreled through a moment before?....And a giant crab..."

Celadon shook his head causing his beard to waggle back and foth. "This place....I have yet to understand a sliver of it. I am not even sure of the machines outside, they travel faster than a centaur's gallop and they don't even have legs. I fear this world has become too much for me."

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#2013-08-27 23:41:48, as written by Castle

Wesley put the device away, deciding he probably wouldn't be asked anything for now. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stood behind the rest of them with a small smile spread across his face. Wesley was still excited, a part from nearly getting trampled. He fiddled with the edges of his coat and scarf, eventually pulling the jacket tighter over himself.

He watched as the ginormous crab left the room, then drew his attention back to the centaur.

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#2013-08-28 04:50:04, as written by davidthedemon

The Driver notices an angry gas station tenant cursing and making a scene. "Oh Frankie you rogue." He said with a smirk as the car puttered down the mountain road. Fifteen minutes of constantly changing gears of his rust bucket of a car went by before Frankie finally reach the campus of Fortwick University.

Franklin North a returning medical at Fortwick. Is now trying to navigate is way through the busy campus. "Ugh freshmen." he said as his car abruptly stops while a group of students cross in front of him. No honking of his horn even if it was justifiable. Frankie just moved along to a less populated area of the campus. As he drove to what he believed to be the quieter area. Frankie witness a cacophony of events and things happening in the distance. From a centaur to one of Madame N's crabs attacking some kind of creature trying to tear apart a S.L.O.B as Dean Fortwick and a group of students watches. "I don't believe this."

The bug stops at the nearest curb, Frankie popped open his car's trunk. Inside there is the common roadside emergency items. Aside from a baseball bag and a large black leather bag. He started to unzip the baseball bag to retrieve a wooden baseball bat. Frankie looks back to the situation at hand. The commotion seems to be under control by the hands of that giant crustacean. Frankie grabs the large leather bag with both hands and makes his way to the fallen S.L.O.B. As he gets closer he notice one of the other students pouring some kind powdery agent on the S.L.O.B. Which made Frankie a bit upset, but he didn't want to lose composer in front of the Dean. He walk past the centaur and the other two students to see what condition the S.L.O.B is in. Frankie notice the reaction the S.L.O.B's fluids is having with the unknown powder causing the green fluid to turn gelatinous. "It's contaminated." Frankie said a bit to loud. The S.L.O.B looks up at student looking over the damage, Frankie crouches down to look back at it. "Sorry number 29 your suits been compromised I have to shut you down."

Frankie opens his bag and pulls out a pair of thick gloves and some odd tools. He precedes to open back container of the S.L.O.B. First the fluid line is cut off to prevent further leakage. Second he locates the S.L.O.B's power core and turns it off. The S.L.O.B let out a loud ghastly yell before going limp and lifeless. Third Frankie pulls out a vile of blue preservative liquid agent and a syringe. He fills the syringe with the mystery liquid and locates an adapter to stick the syringe needle into. After he finish pumping the blue fluid into the S.L.O.B Frankie pats number 29's cold helmet before getting up and turning to Dean Fortwick and the group. For a moment Frankie glared at young man with the weird creature, then back to the Dean. "So this is a fine start for a new semester." He said in his normally composed tone.

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#2013-09-03 20:13:06, as written by Castle

Wesley had watched the bug pull into the school parking lot, and a man head towards the door. Wesley wondered about the rest of his luggage in the trunk and if he should go get it, if it was safe. For now he'd leave it until they would have to head up to the dorms or wherever they were meant to say, because right now, Wes Salem was as confused as you could be. He had seen a large crab, met a centaur and just barely missed a slob. No matter, he'd catch up soon enough, I mean, this was only the first day, he'd have plenty of time to get situated.

Wesley stood with his fingers intertwined in front of him, he had always known himself as tall but not as tall as the centaur that towered over him. Hm. He watches the dean kneel beside the slob and flinching at the cry from the creature right before it... It died... Hm.. How sad. Wesley frowned faintly then turned back around, waiting for some sort of er, well he wasn't really altogether sure what he was waiting for.

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Don Sampson

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a character in “Welcome to Fortwick University”, originally authored by Royalburden, as played by RolePlayGateway

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