forum Eastwood -Supernatural Academy (OPEN)

Started July 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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Name: Scipio Massimo
Age: 13
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Gender: Male
Clan: Sluwteit
Supernatural Ability: Shapeshifter, can speak to most things/creatures depending on what form he's in.
Personality: AaAAaaA um develop??
Appearance: Dark brown, medium length, almost black hair, Icy blue eyes, Short (about 5'1"), Smol/thin, Very pale
Clothing: Idk the uniform and outside of classes either green, gray, or black stuff
Background: Scipio was rich, but he hated his father and the feeling was mutual. His father pressures him a lot to be what he wanted his son to be, but that wasn't what Scipio wanted for himself. But then, his father began taking it a bit further… I'll develop that in the story a bit more (I do know, but I don't want to spoil everything :D). Quite frankly, he was glad to be coming to the school rather than staying at his home. He dreads going home every summer, and never returns for holidays.
Other: When he gets really upset or angry, sometimes things will like, burst into flames around him. However, he is difficult to offend and never really lets his emotions control him, so this doesn't happen often. His family is a pretty touchy subject for him. In Harry Potter, he would be an animagus and a Slytherin (a highly intelligent Slytherin who sometimes displays Ravenclaw qualities). Fears fire because it means that he has become dangerous, and submitting to his emotions scares him and it makes him feel like he has lost control of himself.

The room was huge, with many paintings and tables all round. This must be where everyone goes to hang out during free time. The dark furniture matched the gray walls well, but it was almost like a prison. Angel felt a tense vibe as soon as she walked in, it wasn't very welcoming and the guards following behind her didnt make it better. The chattering of kids helped a bit, it helped her realize she wasn't the only one in this mess. "Where are we going exactly?" Nothing, the guards walked stone face as they led her up a flight of stairs and to the right.

Aramis wander the halls of the school by himself, rubbing his wrists. He had had nightmares about what his parents had done to him and still felt he could feel the chains round his hands. He sighed, adjusting his Slimteit uniform.

Scipio was sitting in a corner of a deserted hall, drawing something in his sketchbook. It seemed to be a scene with many beings in it that represented elements. There was a fox with a flaming tail, a dolphin swimming through the air, a large tortoise with trees and leaves on its shell, and a falcon with white, cloudy looking wings.

Cicada wore a messenger back across her body. She let out a sigh as she played with the strap. She found it a bit sad that everything she owned, could fit into that simple bag that laid limp at her side. A change of clothes, the basic hygiene necessities, and a sketchbook. She looked up to her new school as another sigh slipped past her lips. She began to walk up the stairs, the newest member to Sluwteit.

Scipio looked up as a girl walked into the hallway, watching her for a moment before continuing his drawing. The fire on the fox's tail made him a bit nervous with his phobia, but he brushed off the emotions and focused on the falcon's cloudy wings instead.

She snuck up behind the drawing boy, "What are you drawing?"

Aramis walked into the hall and sat along at the Slimteit table. he sighed and picked at the meal in front of him, not feeling very hungry.

He jumped a bit, looking back up at the girl. "Oh, er, it's nothing really…" He glanced down at the sketchbook in his lap.

Cicada looked at it over his shoulder, “Woah. These are good. I lile the fire fox.”

"T-Thanks… I've been drawing for most of my life." Scipio ran his fingers along the edges of the paper gently, twirling his pencil with the other hand and looking down at the drawing as though searching for something to add.

Millie was on her own as she was exploring the hallway, and then she sees some fellow Loyaliteit members and she decides to chat with them.

Cicada unknowingly formed a flame atop of her hand. She pointed something out on the paper, “You could improve that.”

Scipio eyed the flame in her hand warily, his heart racing in his chest. He could hear his own heartbeat resonating through his skull. "Er… h-how could I do that?" He asked nervously, subconsciously moving away from the fire a bit.

Cicada pointed to the dolphin, “You could make the air more water like. Maybe have him swim through clouds?”

"Yeah…" Scipio added some wispy clouds beneath the dolphin and refined the leaves on the tortoise.

Cicada gave him a thumbs up the flame hovering above the thumb. She didn’t even notice it.

Scipio shied away from the flame, watching it carefully. He gripped his pencil tighter and it felt as though his heart would beat out of his chest.

Cicada was still oblivious as the flame started to spread along her arm. She was just enjoying the heat, “Something wrong?”