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The school of the 3 orders...
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 28.December.11, 8:48 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Far beyond the coast of england lies a large, imposing castle, floating in space, above an endless whirlpool. This is the school of the three orders, and for generations young people have been sent here to train and learn inthe arts of the 3 magic abilitys:
Destruction: The manipulation of the outside world in a destructive manner, such as throwing fireballs or frost bolts.
Mentalism: The art of manipulating the mind, including illusions and thought control.
Self-enchancement: The art of enhancing yourself, such as increasing your strenghth or knowledge.
For years, the 3 abilitys have lived in harmony. But something...someone, is pushing the school into chaos. Unless something is done, the world will be open to countless dangers. It is up to you, with whatever house you belong to to stop this danger before it stops you...
C.S..
Name:
Age:
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| Toxic | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:04 PM | Message # 2 |
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| (On my iPod, and I wanna make an actual CS, so I'll do it when I get my laptop back soon.)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:04 PM | Message # 3 |
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| (k.)
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| Narutard | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:11 PM | Message # 4 |
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| (Collab = awesomesauce)
Name: Alexandra "Alex" Johnston
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Magic ability of choice: Mentalism
Items: her trusty iTouch, worn backpack full of stuff, and a broken piece of mirror
Bio: tbr
Extra
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:12 PM | Message # 5 |
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| (Backpack full of stuff....
Mmm....What kind of stuff?)
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| Narutard | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:15 PM | Message # 6 |
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| (Everything, you'll find out as we go along)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:16 PM | Message # 7 |
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| (BRB)
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| Toxic | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:17 PM | Message # 8 |
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| (:OOOO I call dibs on destruction.)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:20 PM | Message # 9 |
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| (I'm self empowerment. :D)
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| Toxic | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:41 PM | Message # 10 |
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Name: Devin 'Destruct-o' Haines
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Magic ability of choice: Destruction
Items: Backpack of items, such as iPod and a bottle of water.
Bio : Errr......bite me. >:l
Extra Nope
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:45 PM | Message # 11 |
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| Name: Steve Terra
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Magic ability of choice: Self-empowerment.
Items: A plank of wood, which he uses to cast spells.
Appearance: His jeans are worn, as well as his shoes, and his shirt is covered by a large, orange and black checkered heavy jacket he never seems to take off. His face is white, and, unusually, no scars, blemishes or pimples are visible. His hair is unusually curly, and is a dirty brown color. He also wears a neat black fedora, whom he treats like a living thing.
Bio TBR
Extra He has a cat, naru.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:46 PM | Message # 12 |
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| (Narutard, you start.)
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| Narutard | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:50 PM | Message # 13 |
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| (okey dokey, trio of awesome again?)
Alex
I levitated my spoon bored, disgusted by the oatmeal in front of me. The great hall was chilly this foggy morning, which was strange. I looked up at the ceiling. They usually kept the hall warm during the winter.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:53 PM | Message # 14 |
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| I liked the cold.
(Sure.)
"Hey, if your not eating that oatmeal, can i have it?" I asked.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:56 PM | Message # 15 |
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"Sure, go ahead," I said. I cautiously sent a weak mind attack at him. "You feel that?"
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 28.December.11, 9:58 PM | Message # 16 |
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| "A little."
I reached for her oatmeal.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 28.December.11, 10:00 PM | Message # 17 |
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| Alex
"Good," I said, looking around. "Where's Devin?"
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 28.December.11, 10:02 PM | Message # 18 |
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| "Probably asleep." I guessed, eating the oatmeal after placing it in front of me.
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| Toxic | Date: We, 28.December.11, 10:06 PM | Message # 19 |
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| Devin
I entered the room. "Sleeping beauty has awoken!" I laugh. Every time I woke up, I was a bit of a loon, though only when I was still tired after waking.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 28.December.11, 10:19 PM | Message # 20 |
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| Alex
"Oh, what true lover awoke you with their kiss?" I teased him as I pulled his shoelaces out. "Oops," I giggled.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 28.December.11, 10:20 PM | Message # 21 |
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| I glared at him and Alex.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 28.December.11, 10:23 PM | Message # 22 |
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| Alex
I caught sight of Steve. "What's with you Mr. Grumpy Pants?" I asked, confused by his glare.
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| Toxic | Date: We, 28.December.11, 10:23 PM | Message # 23 |
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| Devin
I sat down next to her, nudging her out of her seat. I laughed, and then started looping the laces through the hole.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 28.December.11, 10:23 PM | Message # 24 |
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| I stopped.
"Nothing."
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| Narutard | Date: We, 28.December.11, 10:24 PM | Message # 25 |
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| Alex
I pulled myself back up and into another seat. "You were just glaring at me," I said.
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