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Re: (Signups: OPEN) Black Moon Academy – School for the Gifted
Name: Ace Skylar
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: Pale, with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes resembling an icy blue flame. He's very lanky, with long limbs and a frail build. He usually wears black or otherwise dark clothes, and a pair of grey chucks that he polishes regularly. Somehow he comes off as slightly handsome, despite the fact that he seems to have crawled from hell. A small scar in the shape of a crudely drawn eye can be found just beside his right eye. He usually wears more formal attire, neglecting the hoodies and jeans that so many of his comrades seem to wear. He has an eerie Cheshire-cat smile.
Personality: Often secluded, he's a bit of a freak about speaking properly. He enjoys fiddling with a Rubik's Cube or other form of puzzle, and thinks deeply. He always runs what he says over in his head before speaking, so often comes off as quiet but well-spoken. He's snappy at times, and it's hard to really become is friend, but he is talkative and reliant on the chums that he has made. He likes to talk about his issues openly, but often times it can be somewhat of a bother. He fancies himself intelligent, and sometimes this comes off as slightly irritating. He's not one to stand up for something he believes in, but he will reluctantly help a friend in need or respond thoroughly to a question if it is asked of him.
Biography: Ace was always a disappointment to his parents. They expected a large, muscular jock for a child, but instead birthed a skinny, tall intellectual with a dark air to him. After his younger brother, Levi, was born, he was the praise of the family, and Ace was frankly ignored. When their uncle, Lavigne, came to visit, Ace was instantly captured by his fascinating stories. He told tales of their family tree, of fantastic powers in distant relatives. He told tales of magic and marvelous power, and kings and queens and knights. The fairytales captivated Ace, and he went off to live with Lavigne.
The man was equally eccentric in his own domain. He was, in fact, interested in Ace's seemingly dark personality. "Magic runs in your veins," he always said. "It is your choice whether to use it." And of course, Ace wanted to use it. Quickly he took a liking for writing; he loved words and all the connotations and meanings they could carry and was infatuated with telling his own tales as his uncle had. Lavigne always read Ace's "wonderful" stories, skimming his eyes over the fine handwriting. "You have a gift, Ace. Pursue it." And so he did; year after year, the boy wrote until his fingers bled, tutored by his uncle and raised in his ways. But Ace never left his house; he became secluded, and was unable to properly associate with other people his age.
His talent came as a surprise.
Immediately after discovering it, Lavigne was afraid of Ace, and sent him home to unwelcoming parents. Not soon afterward, a peculiar envelope arrived in the male. It was smooth as silk, the highest quality of paper available. The writing was calligraphy, graceful runes across the paper. "To whom it may concern... you have been accepted into the Black Moon Academy for the Gifted." Ace's parents were not reluctant to send the boy off.
Abilities: Ace relies on fear to attack. His power could be most accurately described as that of illusion, as he has a certain power over the minds of others. He cannot freely read thoughts and memories, but instead is somehow aware of specific things about a person; their feelings, and more importantly their fears. He uses this knowledge of their fears to summon illusions from nothing, often corresponding to the person's pathological fear, to quite literally frighten people to death. Despite this, he is able to summon any kind of illusion, such as illusions of himself, others, items, animals, and virtually anything else. Using a large amount of energy, he can summon actual solid matter, but it is confined to a small size and drains him dramatically; he can pass out because of it. However, these solid objects cannot be alive, and they usually do not exceed the size of a forearm.
Other: Is this too OP? If it is, let me know. I don't think it is, but it may be.
Name: Ace Skylar
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: Pale, with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes resembling an icy blue flame. He's very lanky, with long limbs and a frail build. He usually wears black or otherwise dark clothes, and a pair of grey chucks that he polishes regularly. Somehow he comes off as slightly handsome, despite the fact that he seems to have crawled from hell. A small scar in the shape of a crudely drawn eye can be found just beside his right eye. He usually wears more formal attire, neglecting the hoodies and jeans that so many of his comrades seem to wear. He has an eerie Cheshire-cat smile.
Personality: Often secluded, he's a bit of a freak about speaking properly. He enjoys fiddling with a Rubik's Cube or other form of puzzle, and thinks deeply. He always runs what he says over in his head before speaking, so often comes off as quiet but well-spoken. He's snappy at times, and it's hard to really become is friend, but he is talkative and reliant on the chums that he has made. He likes to talk about his issues openly, but often times it can be somewhat of a bother. He fancies himself intelligent, and sometimes this comes off as slightly irritating. He's not one to stand up for something he believes in, but he will reluctantly help a friend in need or respond thoroughly to a question if it is asked of him.
Biography: Ace was always a disappointment to his parents. They expected a large, muscular jock for a child, but instead birthed a skinny, tall intellectual with a dark air to him. After his younger brother, Levi, was born, he was the praise of the family, and Ace was frankly ignored. When their uncle, Lavigne, came to visit, Ace was instantly captured by his fascinating stories. He told tales of their family tree, of fantastic powers in distant relatives. He told tales of magic and marvelous power, and kings and queens and knights. The fairytales captivated Ace, and he went off to live with Lavigne.
The man was equally eccentric in his own domain. He was, in fact, interested in Ace's seemingly dark personality. "Magic runs in your veins," he always said. "It is your choice whether to use it." And of course, Ace wanted to use it. Quickly he took a liking for writing; he loved words and all the connotations and meanings they could carry and was infatuated with telling his own tales as his uncle had. Lavigne always read Ace's "wonderful" stories, skimming his eyes over the fine handwriting. "You have a gift, Ace. Pursue it." And so he did; year after year, the boy wrote until his fingers bled, tutored by his uncle and raised in his ways. But Ace never left his house; he became secluded, and was unable to properly associate with other people his age.
His talent came as a surprise.
Immediately after discovering it, Lavigne was afraid of Ace, and sent him home to unwelcoming parents. Not soon afterward, a peculiar envelope arrived in the male. It was smooth as silk, the highest quality of paper available. The writing was calligraphy, graceful runes across the paper. "To whom it may concern... you have been accepted into the Black Moon Academy for the Gifted." Ace's parents were not reluctant to send the boy off.
Abilities: Ace relies on fear to attack. His power could be most accurately described as that of illusion, as he has a certain power over the minds of others. He cannot freely read thoughts and memories, but instead is somehow aware of specific things about a person; their feelings, and more importantly their fears. He uses this knowledge of their fears to summon illusions from nothing, often corresponding to the person's pathological fear, to quite literally frighten people to death. Despite this, he is able to summon any kind of illusion, such as illusions of himself, others, items, animals, and virtually anything else. Using a large amount of energy, he can summon actual solid matter, but it is confined to a small size and drains him dramatically; he can pass out because of it. However, these solid objects cannot be alive, and they usually do not exceed the size of a forearm.
Other: Is this too OP? If it is, let me know. I don't think it is, but it may be.