Professors

[Mrs. Felix]

English: Mr. Vincent

History: Mrs. Felix

Math:

Science:

Potions: Spirit Waltz

Self Defense: Mr. Dragoni

Scrying:

Herbs: Miss. Asphodel Whitefern

Spell Casting: Zeddicus Zu'l Zorrander


Summoning: On Hold

Art: Nicolette Brennan

Gym:

Music: Jericho Wolf


Astrology:

Psychology: Jonathan Felix

French:

German:

Spanish:

Kinetics:

Lore: Ms. Fetcher

Polymorph: Ms. James

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[Jonathan Dragoni]

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Professors Application

Name: Jonathan Dragoni
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Subject: Self Defense
Link to profile:chelseaknaack.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=approvedadults&thread=95&page=1
Years RPing: Not sure. 2 or 3.
Reason why you would make a good professor:
I think I would make a good professor because I would visit the site regularly, I've got a number of years of posting experience, I am good at writing longer posts as other sites I'm on have minimum limts of three hundred words. Also I think that after going through more than a decades worth of schooling I can quite successfully post a character that acts like a professor.

Sample Post:

ALEX WAS EXHAUSTED BUT HAPPY AS HE WALKED HOME FROM WORK. HE WAS EXHAUSTED BECAUSE IT HAD BEEN A FRANTIC DAY FILLED TO BURSTING WITH PEOPLE REQUIRING TO BE PICKED UP FROM CRIME SCENES, FIGHTS AND THEIR HOMES IN SOME CASES, PEOPLE WHO ALL NEEDED ALEX’S BEST WORK TO KEEP THEM ALIVE TO GET THEM TO THE HOSPITAL ALIVE. AND THOUGH IT WAS TOUCH AND GO A NUMBER OF TIMES THAT DAY HE HAD, JUST, MANAGED TO KEEP ALL THE PATIENTS ALIVE AND GET THEM TO THE ER DOCTORS. WHO ALEX REALLY HOPED COULD MANAGE TO KEEP ALIVE ALL THE PEOPLE HE HAD.

FOR THE REASON THAT HE KEPT ALL HIS PATIENTS ALIVE, AND THAT HE WAS FINALLY GOING HOME TO THE WIFE AND DAUGHTER THAT HE LOVED MORE THAN ALL THE WORLD, MORE THAN LIGE ITSELF, HE WAS HAPPY DESPITE HIS ACHES, PAINS, AND EXHAUSTION. I WONDER WHAT JO’S LEARNED HOW TO SAY TODAY, AND I REALLY HOPE SHE DOESN’T KEEP REPEATING LIKE WHEN I SHOUTED ‘’ WHEN I DROPPED THAT CAN ON MY FOOT LAST MONTH. ALLIE STILL HASN’T FORGIVEN ME FOR TEACHING HER THAT PARTICULAR WORD. ALEX THOUGHT WITH A MIXTURE OF HUMOUR AND RUEFULNESS, A SMILE SPREAD ACROSS HIS FACE.

JUST AS HE GOT THE HOUSE IN SIGHT, A HOUSE THEY WERE STILL IN LOVE WITH AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, DESPITE HOW MUCH IT COST THEM TO KEEP IT, A COUPLE OF GUYS JUST APPEARED RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE COMPLETELY SURPRISING HIM, AS HE HAD NEVER SEEN ANYONE DO THAT. WHAT THE HELL? DO THEY HAVE POWERS, LIKE I DO? HE THOUGHT TO HIMSELF, FILLED WITH SHOCK AND RAPIDLY GROWING SUSPICION AS HE TOOK IN MORE ABOUT THESE GUYS. FROM THE BLACK SUITS TO THE, CRUEL FACES, AND THE FEELINGS OF PURE MALEVOLENT EVIL THAT THEY SEEMED TO EXUDE.

ALEX WAS GOING TO MOVE TOWARD THEM, MAYBE GET TO THE HOUSE WITH BEING NOTICED BY THESE GUYS. THOUGH THAT REALLY WASN’T WHAT HE WANTED TO DO, THE ANGER AND SUSPICION THAT HE KEPT CONSTANTLY BOTTLED UP INSIDE WERE TEARING AT THE BONDS OF HIS SELF CONTROL, A SELF CONTROL THAT HAD ONLY REALLY DEVELOPED TO ITS CURRENT LEVEL AT HIS WIFE’S INSISTENCE. BUT BEFORE HE COULD MAKE A MOVE ONE OF THE GUYS WALKED FORWARD AND MADE A HAND MOTION AT THE DOOR, AND THE DOOR JUST FLEW OF THE HINGES, TAKING BITS OF THE WALL WITH IT TO. ONCE AGAIN IT WAS HIS FIRST TIME TO SEE SOMEONE ELSE DO THINGS LIKE THAT, AND IT FILLED HIM WITH A FEAR AND DESIRE TO RUN, TO ENSURE HIS SURVIVAL, THAT SWEPT AWAY ALL ANGER. FROM THE HOUSE HE HEARD SHOUTS, SCREAMS, CRIES, AND DESTRUCTION. SHOUTS THAT SOUNDED LIKE “WHERE IS HE?”, AND “WHAT ARE HIS POWERS?”. AND HE KNEW THEN THAT THEY WERE HERE FOR HIM, AND THAT THEY’D KILL HIM AND ANYONE WHO GOT IN THEIR WAY. THIS REALISATION SWEPT ASIDE THE FURY AND HATE THAT HAD BEEN BUILDING IN HIM AT THE SOUNDS OF DESTRUCTION AND THE SCREAMS. HIS TERROR AND PANIC GREW FROM THE SIGHT OF THEIR POWERS, THEIR MALEVOLENT PRESENCE, THEIR DESIRE TO GET HOLD OF HIM, AND THEIR SUPERIOR NUMBER. THIS FOUGHT WITH HIS LOVE OF HIS WIFE AND DAUGHTER. HIS MUSCLES WERE TENSED BETWEEN FIGHT AND FLIGHT, HIS WHOLE BODY QUIVERED WITH THE INTENSITY OF THE EMOTIONS RUNNING THROUGH HIM.

UNTIL FINALLY TO HIS OWN ENORMOUS DESPAIR, ANGUISH, SADNESS AND REGRET THE LOVE WAS FOUND WANTING. HE TURNED AND RAN AS FAR AND AS FAST AS HE COULD. HIS WHOLE BODY SHAKING WITH THE POWER OF HIS SOBS OF LOSS, TEARS AS HE HADN’T SHED IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE SPILLING DOWN HIS FACE. THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION BEHIND HIM AND HE KNEW, DEEP IN HIS BONES THAT HIS BELOVED, BUT NOT QUITE BELOVED ENOUGH, WIFE AND DAUGHTER WERE DEAD.

[Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander]

Professors Application

Name: Zeddicus Zu'l Zorrander
Gender: Male
Age: 64
Subject: Spell Casting
Link to profile:chelseaknaack.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=schoolfiles&action=display&thread=252&page=
Years RPing: 4
Reason why you would make a good professor: Well Zedd is old and wise. He is a very experienced wizard with much knowlegde he could pass on to those younger. He has found many spells and objects that have helped the magical world and knows more about them than anyone. He can teach children to control their abilities and how to perform spells easily. He is however a tough teacher and he expects no excuses from his students.
Sample Post: Zedd looked at the students in his class watching them as they moved their hands and wands. He looked for even the slightest mistake. Zedd knew that was a little harsh but he was old and unchanged in his ways. They had already mastered some of the less challenging basics and Zedd felt a sense of pride at that.

They had moved on to some of the harder lessons. He had learned each student’s limits just by watching them and always called for a break when they were reaching it. Though Zedd was hard he had an intense like for children. Zedd smiled as the students began producing sparks and flames from their wands and hands. He nodded and said," Alright class now that you have learned the simply part of summoning fire, we move on to the harder part".

Some of the students groaned rubbing their wrists and hands but Zedd only smiled. He knew one day they would appreciate this. He certainly did. One day when they were ready they would see that old Zedd had taught them what they needed to survive. Sure Defensive magic course could do it. Yet what was Defensive magic without knowing how to use the spells correctly or moving your hands just right.

Zedd shook his head and said," Now now, remember diligence is the key to learning. Pain is nothing besides the knowledge you receive from it". They looked at Zedd like he was crazy. In fact many thought he was. After all talking to chickens and looking at clouds all day was not normal. Zedd liked keeping that up it made people less aware.

He knew the web was still up but there was no sense in not being cautious. Zedd then said," Now the next thing you are going to do is try to summon your fire into a ball. Once you have done that we will move into the practice room where you can try throwing it". Some of the children looked up delightedly at the prospect of destroying something. What they did not know it was harder than it looked.

[Andy James]

Professors Application

Name: Andrea James
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Subject: Polymorph
Link to profile:
Years RPing: 4 months
Reason why you would make a good professor: I check in often. Andrea spent a few years as librarian and knows a lot about magic. She is a kind person and good at handling teenagers because she isn't much older than them. She is not very intimidating, so the students would not be afraid of her.
Sample Post: Andrea burst into her classroom, the doors bursting as if a whirlwind had spun into the room. Arisa was at her side, large and full grown, looking impressive as she followed Andrea into the classroom. Andrea’s hand was placed loosely on the tiger’s head as she stalked to the desk and slammed down two textbooks, a large manila folder, and at least ten pounds worth of paper. She glared at the students, placing both hands on the desk. Despite her small stature, she looked impressive and intimidating as she glared at the students. Every eye in the room was on her.

Just like she wanted it.

“Boo!” She shouted, jumping forward slightly. Half the students jumped. The other half stared at her like she was crazy. They were probably right. She smiled at them, grinning. “Well……Welcome to Polymorph, kids! I am Professor Andrea James, professor James to you. What you just saw is what I look like when I have a bad hair day, only my hair doesn’t look as good. Got it?”

She looked around the room, smiling at the kids. Her first day of the year, first class of the day: first years. She loved messing with their head son the first day of school. But she was not mean enough to give them a completely wrong first impression and then show them something completely different the next day. It was only for the first five minutes of class.

“Now…” She continued, going away from behind the desk and turning to writ eon the board. She wrote her name and her three rules and turned back tot eh students. Her small back blocked the lower rule. Arisa jumped, in cub form, onto the chalk-bar and blocked the upper two. “I have three rules in my classroom. Respect everybody, but mainly me.”

She glanced around the classroom, making sure every student had his eyes on her. The first rule was not the most important. But she would tell them what other rules she had and which was the most important when she got to it.

“Rule Number Two,” She said, putting her hand son her hips and stepping forward slightly. “Rule number two: responsibility. You are to listen when I speak, turn in all of your work on time, and all that crap. If you miss a lesson, come and talk to me. I want each and every one of you to pass this class, but I’m not going to make it easy for you. I don’t bite. Promise.” She grinned briefly.

Her face grew serious again as she met eyes with every single student. “Rule Number three, my golden rule: Keep the lies and excuses at the door. If I catch anyone lying, making an excuse, or anything that has to do with either, I will kick you out and you will immediately fail my class.” She paused, making sure everybody understood what she meant, understood that she was serious. “Any questions?”

One boy in the back raised his hand. “Aren’t you a bit young to be a teacher?”

Andrea groaned, passing her hand over her face. A 12-year-old thought she was too young to be teaching. This was going to be one hell of a year.

[Asphodel Whitefern]

Professors Application

Name: Miss.Asphodel Whitefern
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Subject: Herbology
Link to profile:
Years RPing: 10
Reason why you would make a good professor:I am a fairly good teacher, and I figured I could translate that to my posting. I have time to spend and I felt I would make a excellent Herb teacher, being as I have kknowledge of such a thing myself (druidism and all ).
Sample Post: (350 words min)

The young woman rushed down the hallway her hair trailed behind her in her hurry. She had to get to her class, she'd manged to fall into a healers trance again and while she was usually punctual and on time. Today she was just not together at all. At her side Sassy as she called her companion bounded looking up at her giving her the are you sure your cut out for this look, in that annoyingly mother henning way. She tipped her head to reguard the cat and stuck on;y the tip of her tongue out at the cat. The cat gave her an evil look and than a cat like smirk. The next thing the tiny blond knew she was being pounced and into the the shadows, a strangled scream was lost between the here and now and that soon to be, as she appeared in a dishelved heap of hair and kitty. Sassy swished her tail in the air and reguarded her with a that will teach you look. Causing the young woman to sigh and shake her head at her companion, Sassy made herself comfortable across Asphodel's desk just because she knew it irritated her when she couldn't find her school plan. She wanted to drag Asphodel out for fun, out for sunlight, but the girl had insisted this class had to be taught.

Relief washed over her as she turned to look around the classroom, she was not in fact late she was ahead of time, thanks to the intervention of her cat. She set about setting up the class for the day, they were going to be going over the uses of Willowroot, the practical purposes and the magical ones as well. She had been offered the Potion Class but had decided against it because she felt herbs were much closer to home. They had many purposes even in there raw form. Asphodel turned her attention to the chalk board and set about drawing out the willow tree, in one section, and she added a small puzzle for her students enjoyment. She glanced over her shoulder and offered a shy smile as her first few students began to filter into her class. She brushed her hair back out of her eyes and continued to write in a clear curvy print. Her gaze having fallen back on her work. Good Morning." she called over her shoulder softly in greeting to those who spoke to her as they filtered into the class. It was usually a little hard to tell her from her stuents if her back was to them. Which at the current moment it was, still she chuckled softly, she took everything in good stride and with some grace, seeing as she didn't have a problem with that. It wasn't so long ago that she was a student there.

Brushing a hand down her skirt she turned to reguard her class which had settled in with that same shy smile. "Good morning, if you will take a good look you will notice that our class is on Willow, and the uses there of." she said as she moved to petty Sassy, and than around her to the front of the classroom. "NOw, As you know Willow is a tree, but theres so much more to it than just that." her gaze traveled among her students. There are more than one type of willow. There is the Crack Willow, also called the Fragilis...the Purple Willow, the purpurea, the violet willow the daphnoides and of course the bay willow the pentandra." she said a she pointed out each of the willows she'd drawn on the board for referance. "They all have there start in North America with the exception of one, does anyone know ?" softly spoken still her voice echoed in the class room.

One student raised her head and answered her, correctly she added with pride in her head and she nodded her head vigoriously. "Corrent you are my dear." she said "The Bay willow did not originate in North America." she looked among her class. The Bay Willow orginated in ( fill in here ). She again moved to walk among her students with an easy grace as she spoke to them. "Now, I know your likely curious why were discussing willow, but there is a reason and a medical one at that." she motioned with her small hands. "It is also a very potent pain killer, it was used for over two thousand years as a external wash for ulcers, and taken to reduce fevers and relieve aches, pains , rheumatism, arthritis and headaches." she turned her skrt swishing around her blooted feet. "If you take willow bark tea, it will treat fevers, and works like aspirn as a blood thinner. " she opened the scatchal that slipped from her shoulders and began to pass out bits of bark to her students. "This is willow bark." she explained as she took a piece herself. "Thiis is enchanted willow bark, when you chew it, it will aid you better than if you'd taken four asprins, and has none of the side effects." she said as she chewed her peice.

"Now, there are some cautions in the usage." she murmured as she moved to the board again. Writing on it Treats: Feavers and Aches and Pains . Than underlined beneath it. Cautions: Willow bark is high in tannins whch can cause liver damage, you should not use more than a handful of willow a day. "Due to its instances of causing liver damage I would not suggest more than one cup of willow bark tea in a day. " leaning against her board she smiled. "So tell me, Any questions ?

[Professor Jason Blood]

I think I may of made posts in areas where I should not have posted. I thought I was supposed to post in them in order to apply for a teacher position. Sorry, got confused.

Professors Application

Name: Jason Blood
Gender: male
Age: 25
Subject: magical theory
Link to profile: chelseaknaack.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=schoolfiles&action=display&thread=541&page=1
Years RPing: 3
Reason why you would make a good professor: I am a very active part of a community once I get started and I check forums regularly. I am creative and imaginative when it comes to coming up with situational dialogue and I am good at bringing people who are in separate areas of a sinlge story together in a satisfying way. I can write so everyone can understand and I am able to post frequently.
Sample Post: this is a post I wrote for a different RP forum.

The whole of existence seemed to go black as he saw in slow motion the death of his closest friend.

Silence on the battle field as he watched the blade pass through Remus' neck, slow motion as the his head was separated from his body.

He saw it in slow motion, yet it happened so fast.

So fast, the life of his dearest friend was snatched away from him.

Saith could hear the sounds of swords and shields clashing. Saith could see the sights of death all around him. But right now none of that mattered to him. Nothing mattered any more. Nothing will ever matter again. He watched as in slow motion the head of his closest friend hit the ground, followed closesly, but separatly, by his body. Saith was silent and still as his mind tried to process what had just happened in front of him. It was taking him longer to realize what was happening then usual. His mind, which was once so active, so powerful, so thought provoking...was blanck except for the single though of what happened to Remus. He couldn't wrap his mind around it. How had it happened. How. Remus was one of the most power creatures around. He could defeat a dragon in single combat with the combined might of his strength and future sight. Remus was unbeatable. But now...he was gone.

All at once reality caught up with Saith. He jumped up in an attempt to rush to Remus in the midst of combat battle. A battle that they were at the moment losing to the Wing. Before he could take a few steps forward he felt an arm wrap around his neck and shoulder, pulling him back.

"No." He heard Phoenix shout into his ear over the din of the battle. "You go, you die also."

"I don't care." Saith shouted, struggling against Phoenix's grasp. "I don't care, Let me go. I can still save him."

"No you can't." Phoenix shouted. "Saith, no you can't."

"Yes I can." Saith stuggled harder against Phoenix. Tears finally starting to spill down his cheeks. But ultimatly he could not beat phoenix in a contest of physical strength. His mind to distraught to use magic.

"No Saith..." Phoenix said, softly this time. Saith could feel a wetness on the back of his neck coming from Phoenix, he could only guess that they were tears. "No...not even Cadelen can do what you want to do."

Saith lost all his will at this point. His body went slack in Phoenix's grasp, causing him to lose his balance and drop Saith. Saith fell to the ground on his hands and knees. He stared at the ground as tears flowed freely now, hanging from his face until they could hold on no longer and fell to the ground where the earth soaked them up. He remained their, unmoving and silently crying.

"Saith we need to pull back into a better position to repel them." Phoenix said to him. He tried to move Saith but he wouldn't budge. "Saith?"

"Go." was all Saith said, but very quietly.

"What? Saith we need to mov.." Phoenix nearly finished saying.

"GO!" Saith said, His hand now clenched into fists. A massive wave of energy threw Phoenix back a few yards. Saith pushed himself up onto his knees. "I will hold them here until you can fortifly a position."

Phoenix was about to argue when another, more powerful wave of energy eminated from Saith. It tossed the Wing and Riders apart, separating their armies from one another. With one last look at the Wizard on the ground, Phoenix ordered the Riders and their soldiers to fall back to a better position. A minute later all that stood on the battle field were the large group of remaining wing members of their soldier and one rider without a bond. A member of the Wing's soldier walked up to Saith. he brandished his sword and grabbed him by the collar. The soldier lifted Saith into the air and aimed the sword at his belly.

"Any last words?" The soldier sneered, not one of the brightest men on the planet.

Saith mumbles something un intelligable.

"What was that?" The soldier said, pressing the tip of his blad agianst Saith. Again Saith mumbled his reply. "What? One last chance before I run you through like the pig you are."

Saith was silent for a moment. Then all of a sudden his eyes snapped into focuse, showing nothing but pain, anguish, and the burning desire for vengence. He looked at the soldier with a peircing glare.

Saith shouted, delving far back into the reaches of his magic to call upon the long forgotten and forbidden spells from the ancient order of wizards. Spells so dark that night itself would never use them. Only housed in one book in all the land in the deepest dungeon of the Keep. A book he had only read once and promised never to read again. A book that he would rather kill an entire city then let it fall into the wrong hands. He shouted one word. One single word of power, A single word of oh so much power that when properly invoked would cause devestation. "NEMO!"

The man who held him burst into flame. He burned for only a few second before everything that was him Vanished from existence. Not even ash or dust remained to say he once was part of this world.

"Kavadit Akvayvit." Saith mutter the ancient long thought forgotten spell. Used by the wizards of old to put on their battle gear and gird themselves for war. A blue light started at his feet and traveled upwards, transforming what it touched into a wizards battle remnant. The transformation turned Saith insideout, looking nothing like his true self as the mystic powers of the battle remnant wove itself around him

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"Nemo." Saith said again, this time 2 of the nearest men burst into flame. The same fate falling upon them as the first man. Nothing was left, not even an echo.

Saith withdrew the hilt of his sword. With a thrumming sound, a blue blade shot out of it and extended till it was the proper length. Spiraling energy began to swirl around it gently, starting at the tip of the blade and going to his shoulder. It began to spin faster and more out of control. Saith rushed forward and quickly impaled a man on his sword and he exploded into nothingness(ever see X-men 3, when Jean kills every one and they explod. imagine that.). A man rushed forward to stop what Saith was doing, but the moment his sword touched Saith, it fell to pieces. Quickly traveling down the blade and into the man, both fell apart to nothing ness.

At this point the rest of the soldiers were runing in the opposite direction of the deadly wizard. Saith then looked up and focused upon the one who was responsible for everything. The one who was the cause of so much pain, his pain, Phoenix's pain, Sen's pain. The one who was the cause of Remus's death, the one who sill had Remus's blood on her blades. Leto. With but a thought he had vanished in blast of lightning and smoke only to reappear behind a shocked Leto. Never had she seen these spells, and never will she see them again. Saith grabbed Leto from behind, pinning her to him so she could not get away no matter what magics she used.

"You will not go quietly into the night like they did Leto." Saith hissed. "No. I have something special for you and I." Leto began to struggle to escape, she lifted her blade to strike Saith and deliver another killing blow. "You and me Leto, You and I are going tempt fate leto, we're going to face the Triad." Leto's arm suddenly went slack as she heard the name Saith just said and dropped her blades.

"No." Leto said in shock."They are just legend, they don't exist."

"Yes Leto," Saith said into her ear. "They do exist. And you and I... we will be judged."

A pentagram appeared in the air around them. Outside the pentagram was a magic circle, and they both began to shrink. An inshrouding black cloud covered them, then in a blinding flash they were gone.
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"Lianco Enrata Tahina Olgsigo" A voice echoed "Leto."

They stood in an endless white abyss that stretched out as far at the eye could see. Saith and Leto now stood side by side, Saith was back to normal, their hands shackeled together. Saith had his eyes cast down at the ground while Leto had the look of one who was about to die.

"Leto." The voice echoed again. "You are brought before the Triad to stand trial for your crimes of magic. How do you plead?"

Leto's eyes brightened. "I do not wish to be judged at this moment." She said defiantly as he lifted her hands up into the air...but nothing happened. The look of terror reappeared on her face.

"Your magics are denied to you for the duration of the trial. Any further attempted use of power will result in immediate death no matter innocence or guilt." The voice, now three similar ones over lapping.

A large table appeared before them. On the other side in the center sat a very anceint looking man, but not a man. His skin was green and scaled and his eyes slitted. His nose was as well, and his ears were scaled and pointed. He was one of the first ones. The first race to appear on this world, and have since moved on from their plane of existence. They were a cross breed of sorts. The power of dragons combines with the desitny of men. They were the Malhoon, Dragon men. 2 more sat next to him, one on either side. They were more then the Malhoon, they were the Triad. The last of the Malhoon granted power over the multivese and the forces of magic. They know all and see all.

"Leto." Their voices rang out though their faces never moved, not even to speak. "You crimes against life can not be ignored. Your constant use of magic rebels against everything it stands for. For your misuse of your power and the power of the multiverse. You will be sentenced to death. What say you."

"I have only used magic to fit it purpose. It was meant to be used by wizards to grant us power." Leto Said. "What I did with that power can not factor into anything that happens in this."

"You are wrong Leto." The Malhoon said. "You were never taught the reason for magic, the reason why the wizards were granted its power. We had hoped that thoughs who were not taught would at least discover it for themselves. Magic can not be controled or used, it can only be guided. Your attempts to control it have brought this upon you, and now it is time for you to face the concequences that you should have know would be coming. Since this is our first trial in a millenia, we will be lenient." The center Malhood said, the other 2 nodded. "You will experience every once of pain you ever inflicted on another living being through the use of your magic. You will suffer by your own hand and scream in agony as you cut out your own heart. Then you will die in accorence to your universe's doctorines."

"What! no, you can't do th--" Leto shouted, but she was cut off with a wave of a hand by the center Malhoon and then it was silent.

Leto no longer stood next to Saith. She was gone in an instant without so much as a Whisper. Deep down Saith felt a great weight lift of his being. The witch was gone, just like that. He sighed.

"Seclan Aion Incedia Telos Hekiden." The Malhoon all stated at the same time. "Saith."

Saith looked up, knowing that it was his time to be judged. he steeled himself for what was to come.

"Compared to your crimes, Leto was but an innocent kitten." The voice said. "While she has taken life after life, you have destroyed 5. The use of the magic you have just used has been forbidden since the time of our people. You have commited the most grevious of sins. Do you understand what your punishment will be?"

"Yes, I understand." Saith said, his voice low.

The taking of life is one thing. The destruction of it is another. Leto has killed and tortured to her hearts content for years. But no matter what happened their souls had passed on into the after life like the rest of them. Those five who had died by Saith's hands not 10 minutes ago, were destroyed. Nothing about them survived his attack. Mind, body, and soul were burned away into nothing. That was more devestating a blow then anything Leto ever did and was considered one of the most forbidden forms of magic. But...

"But remarkably this is not the most hanious of your crimes Wizard." The Malhoon stated, "Seven years ago you attempted the most absolute forbidden form of magic. You should have been judged then and there but you were not. You were not foolish enough to envoke us your self, and you were the only wizard at the time to believe we still existed. But today you will pay for all your crimes. The price for attempting to bring someone back from the dead is an eternity of endless torture at the hands of the image of one you love, the price for actually bringing back the soul of one that died is even worse. Do you understand Wizard?"

"Yes. I do." Saith said, closing his eyes for a moment before looking up at the malhoon.

"Tell me, before you face your fate. Was it worth it?"

Saith was silent for a long time. His mind slowly coming to rest on one course of action before staring the Malhoon right in the eye.

"Yes, it was." Saith said, then smirked. "But that is not the question you should be asking."

"Oh? Then tell me Wizard, what should I be asking." The Malhoon asked curiously.

"The question you should be asking is why does a wizard like myself wear jewlery." Saith said as he quckly reached up and touched the earing dangling from his right ear.

In a black flash the shackles around Saith's wristed vaninshed and his hands were wreathed in black flame. The Malhoon raised their hands to remove Saith's magic, but when they tried nothing happened. Saith shot the black balls of flame at the Malhoon on either side, they were old and frial, they died instantly. Saith kicked over the table and used it to pin the last remaining Malhoon to the floor. Saith's hands once again wreathed in black fire.

"What are you doing, what have you done?" The malhoon said, actually talking this time instead of using magic.

"The multiverse is better off without guardiens. any place, any where is better off without a group to guide and protect. It is always better to let people do things for themselves. We don't even need the riders where I come from, without them the Wing would never have existed any way." Saith said. "Without you, magic will start to fade. Not now, Not in 10 year, maybe in 100. But in the future magic will begin to fade out, getting weaker and weaker until it is nothing but myth. I am convinced that without magic the worlds can start to move forward instead of staying in the hole it has been in for the passed thousand years. By getting rid of magic, I make the world better. And by getting rid of you, I can get rid of magic."

"How?" The malhoon said. "How are you using magic against my will."

Saith lifted his hand and pointed it at the last of the Malhoon. He smirked. "A magician never reveals his secrets."

With a flash of black, the last of the Malhoon was no more. Saith stood up and breathed out a deep sigh. He suddenly coughed and fell to his knees. There was a violent explosion and the world of white receded, leaving Saith alone on the now empty battle field. It was scorched black, and embers could still be seen burning on the ground. He looked to the side and saw the body of Remus and he felt a sadness over come him. He had avenged his death and he truely felt better for it, but it still, and will always, hurt. Once was pushing it, twice would be impossible. He could not bring Remus back from the dead again, so he would have to live with his death. It would be hard, but Saith knew it would be what Remus would want.

[Professor Leon Vincent]

Name: Leonardo Vaye Vincent
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-nine
Subject: English
Link to profile: Leon
Years RPing: Mmm, still think four. But I could be wrong, seeing as it's 2009 now. Hmm. Four or four and a few months or something ^_^
Reason why you would make a good professor: Um, because I want to? No, no, really, because teachers are just human. Knowing that, it isn't too hard to imagine role-playing one. I'm growing up, it's nice to shed the thought of being a kid and try to strive to act more mature. Be less scared of the word 'adult' and more comfortable with the reality of the word. You wouldn't think it, I'm sure, from my behavior in the cbox but I can very well handle maturity.
Sample Post: "They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary."

Leon woke with a start. Huh? He sat up and looked around. Instead of seeing Mr. Keatings, like he expected, he was faced with an empty classroom. Ha, who was he kidding? Yeah, he was going to be just like Mr. Keatings, one lecture at a time. A beach filling with sand one grain at a time. That's just about how impossible it was seeming. Regardless Leon was a damn good teacher, no matter what anyone else said. And he knew it.

Leon reached his hand up into the air, yawning simultaneously. "Mmmm,"he grumbled to himself before his arm fell back down to his desk. There was still no one there but he was beginning to focus in on the desks. The wood, it was unique. So very different, so characteristic. . .Hmm, kids should draw on desks more to give them personality. That shouldn't be a problem, it was English class after all. Surely it was bound to be less engaging then, say, potions or magical creatures. At least they had animals and random ingredients to keep their minds active. Leon tried to keep them engaged by showing them random tricks, like how to draw in the air almost like a glowing stream of ink. That was clever enough, wasn't it? A bit boring after the first few tries. . .

Leon's guardian drew him out of his consideration. Above him the owl was circling, his keen eyes watching for prey. Leon stayed relatively still to avoid being attacked by mistake, because if the prey his guardian sought was anywhere near, he knew he'd lose a finger just as quick as the prey could. To further protect his fingers, he raised one hand to run through his hair while the other dropped to his side and rested against the side of his chair. Silence fell beyond the flapping of the owl's wings which helped Leon hear the scurrying of the mouse's tiny paws. Ew, mice were disgusting. Chances were the clever owl had let it out himself. Million seemed to love a good hunt. Why did he have to have a predator as a guardian? He loved Million, just not his nature. Death was a haunting reminder of his power, and of his mistake. One of the few things he regretted was almost killing that Piximinx student all those years ago. Sure, Lenny had payback coming, not death. And it made Leon feel cold. He wasn't cold or uncaring. . .He wasn't. Was he? He shook his head and both hands rose up, slapping at his desk. The pain made his mind go blank for a split second. It was long enough to help him change the subject.

The lesson for today was no mystery though it wasn't set in stone just yet. He'd probably have them read a story he'd never forgotten after reading it- The Most Dangerous Game. He'd start by saying,'Who here likes hunting? Anyone? It's quite the challenge. You have to be quite cunning.' He'd let them talk about it, he'd try to get them to think he was interested- maybe he would be, he couldn't be sure.

Then, after bringing them into the conversation, Professor Leon intended on moving on by asking 'What's the most dangerous thing to hunt, do you think? A lion? A tiger? An elephant? An elk? A moose?'. He'd let them debate, just biding his time though he didn't care for their answers, it was the idea that they were engaged and listening. People needed to know what they were doing before they did it, they had to get into the mood to do it. Once he'd got them into a conversation and thinking about the title, he'd pull out the assignment. It was a bit misleading, his introduction and questions, but it got them to read it didn't it? Well, he hoped it did. He'd lay the assignment on them slow, he'd read the first part up until Rainsford fell into the water, and then he'd hand it to them with the hope that that'd be interested by that point in the story. That was the plan. He wasn't sure he trusted it to go smoothly but he was confident that he'd figure out what to do when it came at him. It was quite simple in theory.

There were millions of things that could go wrong, though, weren't there? What if someone was ill, or if they got rowdy, or if they started fighting amongst themselves, riled about their differences in houses? What then? He had to handle that in the appropriate manner if he hoped to stay here, didn't he? Perhaps in time he wouldn't be so nervous about that sort of thing. After all, no one was monitoring him twenty-four seven. Who'd know other then the students? And who'd believe sniffling brats over a Professor and Dragoni student, after all? Well, maybe he shouldn't get quite so brave. Just play it safe and see what everyone else was doing, maybe he'd blend in. If he heard reports of teachers being biased and nothing happened then he'd loosen up, otherwise it was a strict no tolerance for discrimination by house.

Leon drummed his fingers along the desk with his right hand while his left hand supported his chin. Hm. He'd never been on this side of the room before. Well, never quite like this. It was empowering, it was invigorating. Like a boy given responsibility, he was giddy and somber at the same time. It was such a great opportunity! Immaturity would be frowned upon, best not to let his emotions show too much. It was just a job, just a paycheck, right? It was an in into the magical world- a secure in. Not something he was likely to be dismissed from at any second. That security- or at least feeling of it- was probably the best part of the job.

[Spirit Waltz]

Professors Application

Name: Spirit Annarose Waltz
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-four
Subject: Potions
Link to profile: CLICK
Years RPing: Five
Reason why you would make a good professor: Besides the fact that Spirit is an intelligent woman, she feels that being a teacher will repay her debt to what the school has given her. Not to mention that Spirit has always liked Potions since her time at the school, and finds the subject totally intriguing. She feels it's her duty to teach such a great subject to students correctly, so that they may use the knowledge she bestows upon them with grace and intelligence. Strong-willed and hard-hitting, Spirit would be a Professor that the students would not like, but in the end, her blunt way of putting things and drilling knowledge into them would pay off.

Sample Post: This is from a Harry Potter version of Spirit Waltz, so the setting is obviously Hogwarts. :C Sorry!

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She stepped into the library, her liquidy blue eyes sweeping the whole of the place. Some students catched her eye, and those whom did, wished they hadn't. Spirit Waltz was not in a good mood today, and all the students whom did dare google or stare at her fore a second, recieved a prompt glare which you might expect from Professor Waltz.

Long robes of satin blue stroked the ground, the hems of the robe a queen's lace black. Besides the silky robes which she wore, underneth was a purple turtleneck (which was not made of wool, thank god, for that would itch way to horribly to tolerate), but of a normal cotton-like fiber. A black uniform skirt which came down to her knees. Of course, all of this (except a tiny part of her turtleneck) was hidden by the robes, and this, Spirit was thankful for in the least.

Her hair was pulled into a neat bun in the back of her head, except with a side bang brushing into her face. She looked rather neat and clean, as Profesor Waltz often did. A large black witch's hat was placed atop her head, a navy blue cloth belt tied around the hat, and embroded with a pattern of roses, spiderwebs, and of course, spiders in the darkest grey, so that it was only visible if you were face to face with the hat.

It was a rather harsh day, really. Some kids were acting up in her class, and she had to get on them once or more. People didn't seem to pay much heed in Potions, which ticked Spirit off even more. Order was a great part of her belief, and although she seemed rather mean and unfair at times, but Spirit did a good job teaching, really. At least, when her class paid attention, that is.

She heaved a sigh, and continued in the library, her shoes making a soft clank against the ground. Now, why was Spirit exactly here? Well, just to check out some books on potions of course. The female wanted to plan ahead for future courses, and this could only be achieved by one source. Books. Spirit knew a lot about potionary, but people forget, and she had to admit that she didn't know EVERY potion in the whole entire world memorized in her head.

The 22 year old teacher wandered to the 'P' section, where they would obviously hold potion books, and began to raid each shelf. Some books had titled that seemed silly, and other too critical for her taste, So she only picked outn the ones in the middle, for they seemed to be the best choice of judgement. When Spirit was done with her book gathering, she had about 10 of them, all stacked in front of her face. The professor obviously didn't know where she was going.

This is why it was so easy for Spirit to trip. It happened to fast that she ddin't even see it. She just kind of... Fell forward, and splattered books all over the floor. If you think it's embaressing for you to spill books on the floor, think of a teacher. Spirit's cheeks suddenly bruned a red from embaressment, and she tried to pull herself together as best as she could. And once more, she began to tedious yet quick task of gathering her books.

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[Mrs. Felix]

Accepted you are now one of our grand Profs.

[Professor Nicolette Brennan]

Professors Application

Name: Nicolette Brennan
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Subject: Art
Link to profile: Nicci's Bio
Years RPing: 3-4
Reason why you would make a good professor: I know alot about art, techniques, a bit about it's history and various medias used in it. Nicci, began studying art, and it's history on her 3rd year. She has a possitive attitude, and is patient, as well as willing to teach others about the secrets of the great masterpeices.

Sample Post:
(This is a post I did, from another site, as Alexandra: Student)

Beep...Beeep...Beeep...Beep...
Alarmclock...morning...new school...again...
Beeep...Beeep...Beeep....Bee
"Alright, Alright..I'm up...." Crash. Silence...Peacefull silence....

Slowly, Alex opened her eyes staring up at the cilling, squinting at the light that fell though the open window onto her pillow. With a soft grown she rolled away on her side. Why did they have to move? What in the world possesed her father to get up, and move to a God forgoten state, with freezing weather, and Devil only knows what else! To say the least, Alex hated moving, and why should she like it? In her old state, it was warm, sunny, bunch of beaches, bunch of hang-out places, cute guys, top of the school...and hundreds more things, and what's here? Nothing...that is, of course, save the oprotunity to remain herself, with out any idiots interfearing with it. Here, she could build her own reputation, different from the one there, and thus she wouldn't have to act...She sighed. Who was she kidding?

With a small, sigh she got up. Her eyes ran over the room in a skeptical gaze. Well, at least she would have the option of living in the dorms...Thankfully...Kind of...With out much enthusiasm, Alex walked into the bathroom, looking blankly at her own reflection in the mirror. It was strange seeing her self with out the usial cover of the make up. But, hey, she had to take it off some time...This was just not one of those times. Her hands worked almost machenically putting on the make up, and then picking out her clothes almost with out looking. Jeans, T-shirt, Jacket, her necklace, beads, couple bracelets, and a thin scarf tied around her neck.

Her mom drove her to the Academy, just this once, offering to go in with her, but Alex politely declined. Getting out of the car, she paused for a moment, throwing a grim look over the building, before closing the door of the car, and making her way to the door of the school building. She didn't start the whole day, just part of it, coming in before lunch. Now...for the schedule...Taking a quick glance into her bag, to make sure that she had it with her, Alex wondered off. Or rather, when on exploring the school. Yes, true she saw it when they gave her the general tour, but that's nothing compared to what you discover on your own.

First floor...Second...Third...Forth...Fifth...Door. Door? The last door sparked Alex's curiosity, one too much. It could lead to the attic, or some room, or another secret floor...After small hesitation she opened the door to see...the roof....A roof? Just, the roof top? Only?

Carrifully steping though, and taking care to close the door, though making sure she was able to open it again, Alex walked out onto the platform. Her heart skipped a beat, as the skyline opened before her. Holding her breath, Alex reached into her bag, pulling out her digital camera, putting it into focus with out a second thought. Her eyes swept the scenery around her, as she started taking the shots to capture the beauty of the sky, the fields, courtyards, trees, sky lines, hills, any thing and everything she saw. Almost as if hypnotized by the sight. Maybe..just maybe, she'll like this place after all....

[Ava Lancaster]

Accepted. You are the new Art professor.

I <3 your face claim by the way. ^-^