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Lightbringer
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Vincent/Samuel Jones - Male - Hybrid - Teacher ~+~ The pair smiled, "That's a brilliant question! Elena right? Well, Ms. Elena, there are a few ways to tell which one of us will be teaching you, the first way is by our outfit, I typically wear gray and blue, while Samuel will wear black and red. We try to make it easy for you to tell the difference between us. Another way is by the color of our eyes. Right now we should be heterochromatic, blue and orange, correct? Our eyes display who is currently presenting, I have blue eyes, while Sam has orange ones. The last way is by our personalities which you'll learn in time. If you get a failing grade, dont blame me, please blame Sam. Although depending upon how well you did, I may also have to give you low grades, but we also try to make sure you're aware of the reasons why you failed or succeeded. I write calligraphy in blue while Sam typically uses a normal black pen. Any more questions?" |
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Ayaka / Female / Angel / Second Year ♦ Hmm.........Very interesting. Ayaka watched and studied her teacher. She had only met a few hybrids in her lifetime but none of them had two personalities like this. Sure, they sometimes struggled to make decisions but it was never like this. Ayaka wondered if the headmaster was also like this since he was also a hybrid. She didn't think so. Ayaka glanced subtly around and saw varied reactions. Surprise, interest, boredom, fear, irritation. A few angels and devils were shooting glares at each other. Ayaka sighed and rolled her eyes. Oh for the love of all that is holy. Couldn't they just try getting along? Seriously. She got along fine with Ethan. So why couldn't they? Ayaka sighed again. All idiots. Oh well. Not her problem. Ayaka refocused on her teacher. This was certainly going to be interesting. |
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Elena | Female | Devil | Second year - Jeez was she supposed to write all this down? How am I supposed to remember what shirt he wears? She sighed and listened to him start the lesson, curious and confused. This whole school was overwhelming. She didn't even know her roommates. Hopefully they're friendly... I hope they don't hate devils. I'd like to make an angel friend. I wonder what they're like. Are they any different from us? She shook her head. These were all questions for another time, she should focus on her lessons. Right. Focus. History. Great. I can do this. |
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Diana/ Female/ Angel/ Second year ♦ Diana wasn't paying attention to anything of what Vincent was saying. She was too busy sketching something in her notebook. Who am I pared up with as my roommate? What if people discover that I'm the lost princess? What do people think of me? Diana worried and pushed down on her pencil, breaking the tip. ♦ "Shit," Diana mumbled quietly before putting away her notebook and broken pencil. I should be paying attention. |
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Ethan / Male / Devil / Third Year ♦ Ethan grinned and analyzed his teacher for a second before slowing circling them. Hm, gotta be careful. Should probably try to figure out their strengths and weaknesses. He narrowed his eyes, glanced around a second, before glancing back at his teacher. Hm, don't want to make a fool of myself in front of the class. He had some knowledge of fighting but he knew that he wasn't exactly a master. Hm, his teacher was a devil so they would have similar powers to his. He sighed and then gave up. Oh well. Here goes. He narrowed his eyes to slits and pounced. |
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Darkseeker
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Reaper/???/Demon?/Teacher
Ethan circled me, eyes narrowed, studying. That was good. He pounced. That was not good. I sidestepped easily. “Okay,” I begin as Ethan crashes into the floor behind me, “NEVER let your feet leave the ground, as your momentum could be used against you,” Ethan scrambled up off the floor, “The only time I would do a move as reckless as that is if my target was held down, or immobile.” Ethan nodded slightly. I beckoned to him again. He came at me, this time stopping right before me and doing a sweep-under-the-leg. His leg hit mine. I did not budge an inch. I made eye contact with him then held a hand to my forehead. I turned to face the entire class. “Look,” I said, putting out my hands, “I know you see people on tv do the sweep-under-the-leg, but…” I switched to a small whisper, facepalming,”I CANNOT believe I have to outright say this…” I returned to my regular volume, “Sweep-under-the-leg is NOT a real move! It doesn’t work, unless your opponent has no sense of balance, all you do is get a sore shin, as the bone is closer to the surface, and an awkward moment with your enemy. But IF you’re trying to get your opponent to lose balance, you simply do this.” I stepped back, and gave Ethan a light kick on the back of his knee. He yelped and fell to the ground. “That is NOT a sweep-under-the-leg, and THAT is highly effective. If you wish to know why, I can tell you on…Thursday.” Yes, Thursday was anatomy class. “That is a back-of-the-knee-kick, and the REAL way to get someone to fall over.” My leg still hurt where Ethan had kicked me. He was definitely strong, to say the least. |
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Ethan / Male / Devil / Third Year ♦ Ethan growled as he crashed to the ground. He sat up and winced. He would definetly have bruises later. This was not going well. Definetly not going well. He sighed and stood up, catching the amused faces of his classmates. His face burned and determination flashed through him. He straightened, fire and determination in his eyes. Okay. Gotta do this well or I'll be the laughingstock of this class and possibly the entire school. This time, he spent more time analyzing his teacher. Then he slowly circled them. Here we go again! |
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Reaper/???/Demon?/Teacher Circling, ever circling, around and around Ethan went. Was he perhaps trying to make me dizzy? Unlikely. He wouldn’t, moving at this rate. He was probably analyzing…should I let him get an opening?
No. An assassin never shows weakness. Perhaps I should attack? Probably. That would show me how good he is at deflecting attacks.
Circling…circling…now!
As he blinked, I shifted my weight onto my right foot, and slid past where he had previously stepped. My feet didn’t make a sound as I whirled around and went behind him, keeping to his blind spot. I stepped forward, and held my fingers to his throat. He walked into them, then appeared a little bewildered.
I stepped away from him. “Good strategy, trying to find an opponent’s weakness, but you need an eye for finding things quickly,” I began, “but you need to not make your movements…as predictable. You need to be able to adjust to your situation, because-”
A hybrid walked into class, late. She had white horns, and wings, but the tips of the feathers black. She also had one halo. “A hybrid…” I thought. Upon seeing her, I took an immediate disliking to her. Why should she even exist? Surely, any white demon would know better than to have a child with an angel. Those feather-brains couldn’t even comprehend the true extent of the power such a demon has! But in the demonic realm, such a status would bring you wealth and a high status in the social hierarchy. Not only that, but no one had seen a white demon for…years, possibly even a century…
Things didn’t add up. Something was off about this kid.
But she was late.
I looked up at the clock. 10:20 am. Time had gone by faster than I had thought. I raised my eyebrows in shock. If it was already that time, then that meant…
“AAAAAAACK SO SORRY I COMPLETELY FORGOT!” I hurriedly looked back at Ethan and the newcomer. “Uhhh you two can go take a seat for now.” I waved them down to their seats again, and ran over to the teacher’s desk. “Uhhh where is it whereisit WHEREISIT?!?!?” I was starting to panic. I flipped through the drawers furiously, and a few sheets of paper flitted out and floated down to the floor. I stood up in dismay. I couldn’t find it. Then I saw it. It was on top of my damn desk. I gave a small, relieved sigh. I picked the clipboard up, and grabbed one of my fresh 2B’s. “All right everyone! Roll call! Number off! One, Two!” I dropped the board, kicked it back up and pointed to them. No one said anything. “No? All right, I suppose we can do this the boring way.” I gave a shrug. “Ethan? … Here, of course, I just fought with you…” I continued, until I reached the end. “And I suppose you-” I pointed to the late hybrid, “Are Yuki?” She gave a sheepish nod. “Well, you’re late. I WOULD send you down to the office to get a slip, but…” I spun around on my chair to face her. “This is all our first day, so I’ll let you off this time. So long as you don’t tell admin. Or the Headmaster.” I held up a finger to my lips, or at least, where they should be. I finally noticed the mess of papers on the floor. My eyes widened and I cussed under my breath, and hurriedly gathered them up, straightened them on the desk, and put them, along with the clipboard, into the second drawer. I looked around and pointed to the students. “None of you saw ANYTHING. I was not late in doing the roll call, and I was most definitely not tolerating lateness in this class. You hear me?” |
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Darkseeker
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Ethan / Male / Devil / Third Year ♦ Ethan's expression shifted into a mishevious one but disappeared before anyone noticed. His eyes glimmered with an unreadable emotion. Hmmm.........................................He baanished all thoughts from his mind before anyone began to suspect anything. Instead he thought about the hybrid. Who was late on their first day, for their first class? The corners of his mouth twitched as he imagined what Ayaka would think about that. |
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YUKI / FEMALE / HYBRID / THIRD YEAR Yuki shift nervously when she enter, hearing the teacher give praise and also how to improve one strategy while in a fight. Yuki didn't think they would practice actually fighting the teacher the first day. Yuki quickly sits when Reaper told her and one other student she found out was named Ethan and Reaper was looking for something which soon to be the roll call list. Yuki sheepishly nod my head when he called my head, mumbling a quick sorry as she thought it wasn't her fault her father didn't care if she was here or not and drove her late. She quietly pet Snow who is laying around her neck on her shoulders, not wanting to have a panic attack on her first day nor her first period, Snow lightly purrs as she also sense her fear, but glared at Reaper who accidentally cause it. |
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Winter 
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