Name: Adi Shuresha Singh, behind his back he is referred to as "a******"

Age: 16

Year: 3rd

Appearance: A buzzcut adorns the top of his head. All of his features are a dark brown, fitting of someone of his ethnicity. Though shorter than the average due to genetics, his body is well muscled from the discipline he commands in his life. Still, the features of his face are pretty sharp, though not so much that it was a distinguishing characteristic.

Personality: The most important thing that governs Adi's personality is discipline. The second is discipline. The third through tenth discipline. Discipline to not speak out unless spoken to. Discipline to keep business and pleasure apart. Discipline to be more strict than the Student Council Public Morals Committee and the harsher than school security. Above all else, discipline to mask his emotions no matter the circumstance.

Biography: Adi Shuresha Singh is the son of a minor Indonesian diplomat and for almost all of his life had lived in Darren City. His father, Adit, is an expatriate, working at the Indonesian Tourist Board in one of the highrise offices on Mackenzie Road. His mother, Sifa, was an ordinary housewife. Together, the small family of three lived in a condo on Alkem Avenue. In addition to his work, Adit's hobby was Pencak Silat, which he was also qualified to teach though he was not a guru.

As a child Adi attended Ephraim Elementary, and for the most part, was out of touch with his culture, save for the Silat that his father displayed on occasion. It was at this young age that he started to emulate his father as he did the occasional Silat routines at home. Soon however, his increasing improvement in Silat stunned the father, seeing such a gifted child pick up his art at such a rate he could not believe. When questioned about it, Adi had always pointed to empty space next to him. Taking this as a shyness and humility, Adit took to formally teaching Adi the art of Pencak Silat, instilling discipline in to the child who heeded his every word as both strove together towards mastery of the martial art.

Growing in to his early teens, Adi moved on up in to Arclight Academy, due to the proximity to his house, and it was on the way to his father's workplace and both would enjoy a morning jog to their respective destinations. It was not long after his admission did the late Joshua Albright take notice of his hidden omnividence. When he broke the news to his father, first there was quiet, and then, a small but reticent sigh of resignation. Speaking to the teacher, he explicitly forbade the teacher to needlessly endanger his son but did not disapprove of the training. Ever since then, he and his father shared few words, whenever they did converse, it was through their sparring and Adi knew his father worried about him constantly. And so, Adi passed most of his first two years at Arclight as a member of the Darren Archive Club without much incident.

His father's fears were confirmed when Joshua Albright and many of his upperclassmen were consumed by a fiery accident. It was soon to become the third year and finally the two had an argument. Not with fists but with words. Adit threatened to withdraw his support if his son continued to delve further in to the spiritual realm. Adi for his part knew the true reason behind the flames, swearing vengeance in his heart whilst he outwardly remained impassive at the outcome, and could not accept his father's demands. In the end, his father withdrew financial support in regards to tuition fees and the like and Adi applied for a scholarship. It was a minor one, it paid for tuition and smaller fees and he could still attend school but every morning when he set out with his father, it was no longer a jovial jog down the road. It was always a dismissal of attending "that accursed school".

Adi hopes that in the future he would be able to avenge the needless deaths of his upperclassmen and teacher, reconcile with his father and perhaps, return to his native Indonesia to become a Pendekar. To this end, his main fields of study are biology and athletics and outside of the Darren Archive Club is part of an informal association of Asian martial arts students at Arclight Academy.

Arte: Artes Angelorum, Armament: Karambit

Limits:

Skill(s): Proficient at Pencak Silat, an Indonesian martial art, more specifically, the Silek Harimau style.

Weapon(s):

Roommate:

K I'm planning on starting this either Tuesday or the latest Wednesday.

*cough*KP*cough*

yeah yeah i know

move forward the other one while you're at it

Question Thai, does your character live at home since it's right around the corner, or does he live on campus?

Yeah, Adi lives at home on Alkhem so he doesn't really have a dorm mate.

Aw, I was hoping to be complete 3rd year dorm bros with you.

Also I approve of the store Organix.

We could form the Asian martial arts association I mentioned. Not as a formal club but as a group of martial artists who have fights while the others sip tea and commentate. Imagine using a round but precariously balanced table as the ring and a bunch of up turned four legged stools as standing in for deadly spikes.

Room for one more?


Name: Gregory Reid

Age: 15

Year: 2nd

Appearance: Gregory's eyes are of a icy blue, and seems intently focused on what it looks upon by people who notice them. His black hair is kept short, although he periodically combs it down as it curls, making it a bit disheveled. His build is lean, and his height is above average. For clothing, he generally just wears the standard school uniform, although otherwise he wears outfits with dark-ish colours.

Personality: Gregory's demeanor is distant and quiet. This is a stark contrast to how he generally acts, which is helping others whenever he can. Like others of the Arte Angelorum, he has a innate sense for evil, and often tries to stop it, regardless of his own safety. As a Ars Salutis though, he feels that everyone can have a second chance to do good, no matter what they do as long as they are willing to atone for their actions. Coldness exterior aside, he also does care for people close to him, although he may not admit it, nor give a exception to them. He's also not taken aback by surprises, not being fazed by anything.

Biography: Gregory is the only child of a simple family, who lived in a decently sized house in a city near Darren. His father is a nurse of the nearby hospital, while his mother was a writer that had conflict with her own family, distancing the two. His family were often busy with their work; His father busy in the hospital, and his mother writing up another novel. Still, the family had occasionally time to their own, and playing baseball with them gave him a interest in the sport. He was also taught about a couple things about medicine from his father, and grew interested in it as time went on.

He attended Gunninghamn Elementary, a school of small size. Academics-wise in school, he did well. However, he was known to stand up against any kind of bullying, something that made him liked and disliked at the same time. As he grew older, he started from simply helping others dealing with bully problems, to doing as much as he could; If someone saw Gregory running carrying something, he was probably off doing an errand for someone. While this would've made his parents happy, his other new actions gave them worry. He often appeared at home late, with no visible injuries on him, although his clothing seemed disheveled.

His father had no idea what was happening with his son, although his mother, being a Artes Notatorum, knew he following in her footsteps in the supernatural, although he seemed to have known even before she taught him about it. What she didn't know was that he was of the Artes Angelorum. With reluctance she enrolled Gregory in Arclight Academy when he was ready, like she did, knowing her family would've done it eventually.

His year of Arclight was peaceful. He continued his actions of assisting other, making some students annoyed as much as befriended. He had given some thought about joining the baseball team, although decided to join next year. He was also invited to the Archive Club, although he didn't participate much within it. The bus incident shocked Gregory. He goes into the new school year planning to find out anything about it, if he can.

Arte: Artes Angelorum [Ars Salutis]

Limits:

Skill(s): Athletic from his hobby of baseball, he's also proficient in running and swinging a bat. And partially due to his Arte, he has excellent endurance.

Weapon(s): (Leave blank for now)

Roommate: (I’ll assign this too)

Yay! LG has a roommate!

Nice of you to join us, GM.

Oh yeah. The RP has started in case anyone was wondering.

Just for clarification:

This school isn't solely devoted to the omnivident, various clergymen, other omnivident folk and the like are aware of its existence, though really it is a school first, SDU second. A good chunk of the people in the school have no powers or even know of the existence of ghosts, and other supernatural phenomena, hell, most don't even believe in it at all.

Name: August Król
Age: 15
Year: 1st
Appearance: August’s wiry frame stands a co.cky (silly word censors) 5’ 8” ½, a fairly average height for a boy his age. He combs his dark red-brown hair forward in such a way that it sticks out over his brow a good four or five inches. It is cut quite clean and short at the back, which allows for the argyll-like diamond pattern shaved there. August wears a chrome stud earring in the lobe of his left ear and two plain rings of similar colour on the middle and annular fingers of his left hand. Thin eyebrows lie above sharp, pin-point grey-green eyes set on either side of a thin greek nose. This ensemble is posed on an angular cranium, itself sporting pronounced cheek bones and resting on an average neck bearing a thin gold chain. August is rarely without a few lighters and packs of cigarettes on him.


Personality: Sassy with little respect for authority, young mister Król thrives on stirring up dissent. He loves to do his own thing and brushes off the majority of attempts at instruction. Calm and suave, August loves to worm his way out of tight situations relying only on his natural wit and charm and considers these among his greatest qualities. Ever the ladies man, he flirts shamelessly with almost anyone of the opposite gender. It is rare for him to actually have any interest in the girls he courts, however. More often than not he is in it only to stroke his own ego.

August is quite selfish and will not hesitate to tread on others if necessary. He tends to put others down and joke about them, though often this is “all in fun”, at least for him. Young Król is quite picky, not hesitating to call out the faults he sees in others. This is especially true when it comes to food. August prides himself on his culinary expertise, often preferring to cook his own meals rather than eat the “shlock” offered him by others. In fact, cooking is one of the few things able to genuinely hold his interest. Studying much of anything else is sure to bore him before very long.


Biography: Born to Polish immigrants Tadeusz and Maja Król in the spring of 199?, August was removed from his parents’ care by social services at the tender age of three when their ramshackle downtown apartment was deemed an unfit place for a child to be raised. Despite their best efforts, the Króls were unable to regain custody of their baby and eventually lost contact with him when he was moved to a foster home in another state.

At six years of age, the boy wound up in the care of two loving empty-nesters, the Dr. and Mrs. Nigel and Elnora Brinstoke. The former was a history professor at the local university, the latter a retired lawyer. By this time, August had developed quite an antisocial attitude, a result of the lack of permanence in parenthood during his formative years. Through work with several psychologists, his adoptive parents were able to get him to open up enough that school became a realistic option, though he entered elementary a year later than most children do. He did fairly well in his early years of education, though his friends were few and far between.

In the sixth grade, things began to turn sour. August had found friends, but they were of a rather... peculiar and undesirable nature. Hanging out with the wrong crowd, he had wound up amongst a “gang” of sorts run by a few psychotic ex-chefs that had been kicked out of their respective restaurants for their bizarre cooking techniques. The gang dealt in drugs, imported cigarettes and various other illegal goods, though truthfully these operations served chiefly to finance a little café near the city’s main park. “Le Rossignol Mort” featured such dishes as “duck eggs in blood of veal” and “goose down parfait”. Rumors circulated that the food preparation techniques of that establishment skirted the edge of the law, and those stories were not altogether discouraged by the owners. In fact, the tales brought more customers than any other form of advertising could have. The taste of the forbidden is quite an attraction, especially amongst the “in” crowd.

Despite this, or perhaps because of it, finding any chef willing to work at the café besides its three eccentric owners proved nigh-impossible. Thus, the children involved in their gang served also as apprentices of the kitchen. Of these, August showed exceptional promise. Thus, he was taken under the wing of sous-chef Andreas Trudeaux as the cook’s personal student. However, through all of this the boy’s grades were suffering. He cared less and less for school, spending as much time as he could with his new-found “family”.

The Brinstokes watched in pain as they lost touch with their adopted son. Try as they might, it was impossible to communicate with August without receiving the brunt of his new flippant attitude. They let it be, for they knew that child had found friends, something that they were hesitant to take away from him. It took the discovery of cigarettes in his bedroom to finally get the couple to put their collective foot down. The new influences in his life were far from desirable, as they had guessed, but it would prove difficult to be rid of them without extreme measures. Thus, it was decided that getting him out of the city was a necessity. Out of the boarding schools considered, Arclight Academy stood out from the pack with its high quality programs and faculty of excellent repute. August would be sent there.

Although the school was hesitant to accept such a student at first, Dr. Brinstoke was able to make use of his scholarly connections and pulled some strings. Morbid as such a thought may sound, it aided greatly that the school had experienced a tragic accident the previous year; inscriptions were unusually low. For better or worse, August Król was expected there along with the rest of the student body on day one.


Arte: Artes Naturae; Ignes. (Fire)
Limits: Blanka
Skill(s): An exceptionally good cook, though his methods are quite bizarre. Knows quite a few smoking tricks, learnt among the crew at Le Rossignol Mort.
Weapon(s): Blanka
Roommate: Blanka

lmao wow.

That was actually a freak incident, both Naturae students ended up in the same room, and they're opposing elements.

I'm liking this development of events.~