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Creature: Lilrinn

Head Master, Vincent Darkmoon.
I am a proud dragon at the age of thirty.
Bio: From the beginning of my days, to now, I have been forced to stand by and watch as the innocent other worldly creatures are abused. Few humans think of how cool it'd be to be some kind of creature, because you'd be able to run away and be happy or save the innocent. How often does that really happen for beings like myself? Almost never. As a boy, I was raised in the community of humans because my family had issues with our own kind. So I went to human public school, and learned a few things about them. First being that humans are cruel. They always mocked the color of my eyes, claiming I was a demon. That's just barbaric! Over the color of my eyes? Things only escalated after one afternoon when my wings were exposed to the world to see. I was sixteen at the time when they detained me by a chain attached to my neck. I wanted to flee home to warn my parents about these people's plans. They wanted to kill them. By the time I managed to fly away, it was too late.. My parents were dead in the living room, laying in a pool of blood. I wished so much I only had been able to learn how to shift so I could save them.

That is when I decided I would create a school for all creatures or super humans to come seek a hide out, or learning environments that would suit their species, and needs. In this school I would hire the most knowledgeable professors to teach students everything they'd need to know to survive. Humans call us the monsters, but I say they are.
Personality: Knowledgeable, patient, accepting and very kind.

Creature: LilRinn

~The Mutt, Raiden~

Hey, my name is Raiden Kimura.
I have seen a total of seventeen years on this earth.
I am a mixed breed... Or what most would call me, a mutt. I am half serpent and half shiftier with a hint of canine.
My past I'll admit, was bumpy. I did have a mother and father, willing to take care of me and they always loved me. My parents gave me everything I could ever need, and I loved them for that. Even though life at home was okay, outside those cozy walls and into the light and sight of them all to see was horrible. You see, my mother is a shiftier and my father is a serpent. Yeah, I know. Serpents are "evil" and they were different species. The point is that because I am their offspring, it makes me a mix breed, or what most call it, a mutt. Everyday I'd go out on the streets with the rest of the outcast creatures, and they'd all push me me around, as if I were a freak. They said I had dirty blood and that I was an evil spirit.. Eventually, I snapped... I hurt many other children my age, and I was never let to go back into the streets. At least not with the other children.

Later in life, when Mum and Dad were taken away.. I was left to fend for myself. While they were in a cage somewhere contained by humans, I roamed far away, assuming that they were already dead. My goal is to become strong a lead an army of creatures to take over this planet, and treat the humans like they treated all of us. It's only fair. I have an opportunity to do so too. I got this letter from a bird and will be following it back to were it came from.
My personality is just like a serpents. I'm normally quite calm, but very easily angered, and not so easily kept under control. I act tough to keep others away. However the serpent and canine blood in me makes me a trouble maker. I am also loyal and kind at heart if you're close to me.

A little extra info about me would be that I HATE Jason Green. That perfect little f#@!






















The Werewolf, Jason

Hi, my name is Jason.
I have seen a total of eighteen years in my life.
I am a pack leading Werewolf.
My past I feel wasn't too bad. It was the average werewolf child's life. I was in a pack that was watched over my parents. Often times they'd take me out on the job and thought me how to be a an alpha among the pack. One day I'd have to choose in between staying in this pack, or running off to create a my own. Or I could have stayed until my parents were too old to give orders and lead anymore. Either way, I was an alpha just waiting to be able to come out on top. Leading others in the right direction was just what I was meant for. I'm not a bystander or little pup waiting to take orders. I give orders and others better damn well listen.

When I was a young pup though, my pack was under attack and we all had to run away to safety. The once peaceful woods were bathed in fire as bloody rain fell around. All I remember is my mother grabbing me, and running with me as far as out feet could take us. By the end of it all, it was only my mother and I left standing. There was no longer a pack of wolves, but instead a pack of what looked to be slaughtered animals. I vowed to become strong enough to protect my mother, and my future pack if this were to ever happen again. That's why I am going to go to this school.

My personality is perfectly reasonable I think. I have a strong will and a leading personality. I'm very out there and open. Some would say that I am a mean person. I just think I am honest.

Little extra about me? My worst enemy is Raiden Kimura. He's a filthy mutt, and demon in disguise!

Creature: KuroShiroBara

Name: Zuri (White Flower) Jericho (City of the Moon or Place of Fragrance)

Age: 16

Species: Neko and Human

Bio: Zuri had somewhat of a normal life...well as much as she could considering she wasn't human. Her mother was full Neko while her dad was Human. Her dad didn't know her mother was this creature until after they were married and Zuri and her older brother was born. Her brother Dominic was 17 while Zuri was only 14 when her father discovered their heritage through an accident when Zuri hit puberty and her cat ears and tail came out before her mother could teach her how to hide them. After her father found out he hated them, was disgusted with them. The day he found out he beat her mother and brother to death right in front of her and then moved on to her. She was nearly dead when she escaped and ran from her home to live on the streets, always wearing pants and hats to hide her cat characteristics that she never learned how to hide. After her father killed her family she turned suicidal; she started self-harming and has more scars marring her wrists, arms, and thighs then she can count. She's lived on the streets for two years until she got a letter from a stray cat telling her about a school that was for beings like her. She decided to give it a try, hoping that it would be better and nicer then her life on the streets.

Personality: Because of her past Zuri is slightly anti-social and always afraid of being judged but care-free and nice when you get to know her. Since she is part cat it makes her very rebellious and curious which always seems to get her into trouble. She is quite imaginative and she puts that good trait to use for painting and playing the piano. Zuri is also funny, sweet, and a bit of a goofball. She tries to make friends with everybody she meets, wanting to have them since she never had them as a child, but being a socially awkward butterfly has never helped her quest of finding friends.

Creature: Eeimae

Name: Mariposa Lulu Venustas

Age: 18

Species: Reaper- Known to most as "Death's servant". This kind serve Death at will and are bound to him. They reap souls, alter human perception, and essentially, can stop time for a few minutes. Mariposa mainly escorts souls to the afterlife. She represents what many are afraid of: death.

Bio: The original Reaper had numerous mistresses and one of his mistresses just happened to be Mariposa's mother. Her mother bore a baby girl by mistake and because of that, her mother had to hide the child from her husband. Finding the child out was defined as the inevitable consequence, ranging from her mother's death to Mari's death; truly unpredictable. Each day was like living to exist in her father's eyes or to survive without her mother's direct support. Mariposa grew up in a rather solitary environment, locked or stowed away in a secret safe room her mother had especially for her sake, made fully sound and window proof so no other would discover the child so easily. One would believe it was just an old storage. Her mother taught her everything she learned and right off the bat she was told to steer clear of humans. She described them as discriminating, violent, not to be trusted, and basically everything you would see in a nightmare and Mariposa believed it completely. You could say where Mari grew up was a human-free place but even so, she never dared interacting with a human. At a time in her life, Mari was able to sneak out without her mother's knowledge.

The young girl's fascination was too occupied to notice that she had found herself wander off to a small creek. A young boy had already occupied the area and too her surprise, the kid was a human. It was probably her first contact with an actual human. The boy, over time, grew on her and she spent most of her free time visiting him at their usual rendezvous; the more two spent time with each other, the more they opened up to one another and knowingly, Mari developed forbidden feelings for him; feelings of essential admiration or as others would say, love. On a rainy day, Mari found it hard to slip out off her mother's grasp and wound up later than she had expected. When she arrived at the same place they'd would always meet up, the boy wasn't there. For hours she waited, but still no show of the boy. Soaked to the bone and fed up, Mariposa left that day with a bad taste in her mouth. She ended up coming home and crying to her mother, telling her she was right. She abandoned her foolish feelings but never forgot the boy no matter how hard she had tried. As she matured into a young woman, it became clear that it was nearly impossible to keep her out of the sights of her father. eventually, Death began to wonder why one of his mistresses has spent every waking moment of her life down in the basement. He later found out about his long lost spawn and had no other choice but to force her to attend a school for others like her.

Personality: Elegant, Graceful, Jaded, somewhat Reserved, unpredictable and rather rebellious at times.

Creature: xXShadow the Wolf ChildXx

Name:Shadow V. Nightwalker.
Age: 15
Species:Dark Wolf (demon) and Human
Bio: In the dark ages, there was once an advanced race of demonic hounds called Dark Wolves. At first they were feared for their savage tactics and their great powers that could match the guard of the underworld Cerberus. They were once brutal creatures of warfare and chaos that swept the lands for centuries. But as time passed, interactions with humans began to fuel their curiosity toward them and other races. Soon after, they began to learn and adapt at an alarming rate for such a race of brutes. They became more docile over the years and eventually became a race of powerful veteran mercenaries by signing a treaty of peace to preserve balance in the world from the shadows. Yet even at those times, their blood-lust still remained unchanged. In which, they took their roles quite seriously as they grew ever stronger after every battle. Their unexpected high intelligence, began to take heed toward the lord of the underworld's eye. They learned the deepest and forbidden arts of smith their own weapons and learning the ways of the dark arts to increase their power even more. After centuries of countless battles they evolved all of their learnings into their royal bloodline centered into the core of their pack leader and became a demon king. Reach such high power, the pack leader took notice pf the corruption behind the throne of the underworld's foul play. And sought to battle the lord of the underworld for the throne and bring about democracy to the demon realm. Just before the mighty wolven king could deal the final blow, the dark lord tricked him at the very last second and overpowered the Dark Wolf King. Instead of killing him, he for ever exiled into the realm of the mortal to walk the earth alone forever. But before that, he was suffered the ultimate punishment for his betrayal to the throne. Awaiting thier Heroic Demon King's arrival from this trail, the dark wolves became overpowered by the Evil Lord's most powerful army. Every last of them was defeated and wiped out from the face of existence, but not completely in vain. Their retaliation left the dark lord's army gravely weakened as the throne's power as well. Grieved by the loss of his brethren, the King of the Dark Wolves, who were once known as the proud Nightwalker Clan faded in legend and myth. Never to be seen by mortal eyes again. In time, thier very name has become nothing more than a fading memory soon to become the void........until now.

(Shadow's narration) My name is Shadow the Wolf Child. Or so thats what everyone calls me. I have no family or friends that i know of. Nor do i even remember anything about who i am or where i came from. All I have are several broken fragment of my times living at an old orphanage in a once thriving human city, this mark on my right shoulder and my first name. The very first thing I could recall was waking up in my bed at the age of ten years old in a city of falling ashes. Not a soul was in sight or even a sign of life. All I could see was cold grey skies and falling pieces of dust. Even today, the ashes still fall as if the spirits who once lived there must repeat their deaths over and over. I could still hear their tormenting screams in my nightmares. Within my memories, I could recall I was different from the other children. Many feared and hated my, yet so few adored me as well. Like this beautiful woman I can still remember as clear as day, but her name was still unclear. She was different like me, but was adored alot more than any normal person would. She had these pointy ears, baby blue eyes and long golden hair. Her kind words passing through my head was always my only comfort. But at times, I always find myself alone and angry about so many things i couldn't find myself to understand. And those sweet memories turned into blood and sorrow as I could remember holding her in my arms covered in her blood as she tried to tell me something. Was it a promise? Either way, i knew someone took her from me. In the end, I would wake up with my room covered in massive claw marks. At first I couldn't understand why i was always in so much pain. Eventually, I became fueled with curiosity and decided to find out for myself. Over the years, I traveled from place to place seeking answers about my past and who or what I really am. Hopfully find the monster who took away the only person i cared about. I became very resourceful and cunning when it came to traveling. Didnt take long before i became an expert in survival. I always kept a low profile by wearing a beanie over my head to hide my ears and tucking in my tail. Even though my black hair and my glowing red eyes were enough to shake up a catholic priest. But as time went one, I began to sink my nose into deeper places with in the world and with in myself even I never noticed. I have seen many strange things and discovered that i had latent abilities. I even surprised myself once i started leaping across rooftops and lifting cars. Soon, I began searching deeper into the clutches of world unseen by human eyes as I began finding artifacts and filling my head with all sorts of knowledge behind ancient myths. I discovered old libraries and hidden places left behind full of knowledge and different types of spell crafts that i applied to my powers. Yet i still couldn't find any clues. In time, I took my search to the next stage and became a Hunter. Being able to sense things unseen my human eyes, I took my search into evil spirit infested towns, cities depraved by crimelords and old forgotten lands. Every encounter with the usual or supernatural almost felt right at home, yet I was still an outsider. But such feelings were short lived as I felt the adrenaline with in each and every encounter of any dangerous freakshow that thought could have my head. With my fury as my ultimate weapon. In the end, I always gave them the chance to live on. Others.....were not so lucky. I became aware of these sudden mood swings I get craving for violence every now and then. but i learned how to control it through street brawling or causing a little mischief for my own entertainment. Doing the things I did, I became well infamous in the human underworld and became hated by all. Being hated was nothing new to me, but it made things a little interesting. Demon Slayers, exorcists and even breeds of non-human races were encountered during my travels. But that still didnt weight my down no matter how much they try to take me down. Through out my battles, I did manage to hone my fighting abilities after every conflict, but my questions still remained unanswered. As well as the ever lasting pain that still remains along with these tormenting nightmares that irritate me every night of my life. So I dont sleep very much. Everyday, I can feel something growing inside as if its trying to claw its way out. The more I felt the more I began to realize my powers and my rage was growing at an alarming rate. And the pain began manifesting into a physical burning sensation on the mark on my shoulder and across my chest. In time, I began to completely avoid human contact, even though I never did like talking with people that much. After a certain horrifying episode I had in a small town after an encounter with an obsessive Demon Killer, I never came near another person again. I dont remember much, but I knew I did something horrible after I blacked out that very moment. I began to realize there is a part of me growing inside. Something primal. Ive been angry and afraid of myself ever since. Though I didnt know why. Was i embarrassed that I let myself go like that. Or do I feel bad about what i have done? Either way, Its been over a year since that incident and I'm still in control. But still.....none of this is making any sense. Now im just confused and frustrated having to live through the same crap every day. Its annoying.

Since my traveling began, I always came back to the city of ashes to pay my condolences to the people that once live there and especially to the one I promised. Its the only sanity i have left in this world. And here I still remain in the void waiting and and questioning myself. Who am I? Why am i here? What am I suppose to do?

Personality:Most of the time, he's silent and held in. But he always acts calm and docile around a peaceful atmosphere. Isnt very social most of the time. Although he can be very curious and enthusiastic. And with high intell like his, hes quite a quick learner. But when something starts up, he's always perceptively cunning and potentially fierce. And he tends to have quite a fearless attitude problem once his blood starts pumping. Occasionally he tends to get these urges for violence, but he quenches this blood lust with a something practical like a mischievous prank or time at the gym. In which that must be his playful side. But when pushed over the edge, he can become unpredictable and extremely dangerous. But he always has standards and never harms the weak and innocent. In fact he cant help but but always keep a watch out for them as if he cant help it. Possibly because somewhere deep down he's very protective and his heart is always in the right place. Thats all that could be seen on the outside. Who you find on the inside will be up to you.