Academy of Heroes and Villains: Season Two (OOC,SEMI CLOSED)

[Sky-TheLandOfNekos]

Good luck killing her with them.

I need you to destroy the pink crystal and save Patty.

I have no characters near yours.

Sorry.

[Saleon]

You're too late, Ar-chan.

Now you have to eat my self-cannibalism-ized cupcakes.

Drat.

how bout you go shopping? Maybe buy something, and maybe eat with un.

[Dilange]

Sorry for some absence, work has been keeping me down. Anything happen of note while I was away?

[Silverakia]

Sorry for some absence, work has been keeping me down. Anything happen of note while I was away?

Read 68 and... 69 for more info.

[New Chilokver]

So uh, what abilities does Oliver have?

[Silverakia]

So uh, what abilities does Oliver have?

My Oliver?

Oh! Cooking, Baking (Cannibal) Cupcakes, Summoning Hell-Demons, Insanity, Regeneration, Mind Possession, Knowing All Languages, Speaking to Animals, Creating Explosions, and Looking Adorable...

[New Antonalia]

What is the status of Johann's acceptance?

[The Flutterlands]

Lumi you ignored Bounty again!

[The Flutterlands]

Gah! Too much happened and is happening at once and I don't know how to adapt to it all.

[Silverakia]

Gah! Too much happened and is happening at once and I don't know how to adapt to it all.

Here is everything actually relevant.

Smiling, Felicia got the bowls, measuring spoons, measuring cups, and whisk. A big bag of flour, a small sack of salt, a can of baking powder, a stick of butter, eggs, strawberries, a cup of sugar, a milk carton, and a small flask of vanilla essence was next to her. She lazily turned the knob on the oven to 375 degrees farenheit, and she lined the muffin cups with the paper. Squinting, Felicia carefully measured out the ingredients.

"Alright, poppet, I'm going to do something here... two cups of flour, half a teaspoon of salt, two teaspoons of baking powder, half a stick of butter, a cup of sugar, two eggs, a cup of milk, a teaspoon of vanilla... yes, I got it all!"

She added the butter and sugar together in the mixing bowl, and added the eggs. She lightly whisked it as she added each eggs. Then, Felicia added the flour, baking powder, vanilla, milk and salt; she whisked them together harder.

"Now what have I forgotten here... oh yes! Sorry, dearie! But things must be done!"

Felicia--not Felicia?--stabbed her hand with a kitchen knife, gouging out a piece of it, letting blood and tiny amounts of fresh skin drip into the batter. She dipped her finger in, tasted it, and smiled.

'Perfectly chewy, sweet, and nice... it's great to be back!'

She placed the batter into the oven, and waited. A white bandage was on her hand. After a few minutes, she added the red icing to the cupcakes, and the mini Christmas tree cookies she found on top. Felicia jolted up from her daze, and stared at the tantalizing cupcakes. She took a bite of one, and chewed. It had a rich, unique texture, and it was very sweet.

"W-what? W-w-when? Why am I here? When did I make this? Bandages? I think I should go give this to my school-mates! I think I forgot something..."

Felicia skipped out of the kitchen, whistling to the cafeteria.

"Christmas cupcakes! Come on, take one! There's 30~!"

Seras was sitting on the table still, only halfway done with her blood package, when she saw Felicia come out from the kitchen with cupcakes. Ohh... cupcakes. I do love cupcakes... She smiled and put the blood package back on the table and jumped down. She skipped over to Felicia and looked at them. She snipped one quickly and ate it in one bite. Her eyes shined and she looked at Felicia.

"Could I have another please? They taste so good and chewy and just good."

She smiled and made a puppy face at Felicia to have another one.

Alucard looked over at Seras to see she had moved towards Felicia, who had cupcakes. He smelled something odd about them, but he didn't pay much mind to it. He looked at the doctor who was approaching and watching the kids. he nodded the doctor as he came over to him and Eliza. He smiled slightly.

"Good morning Professor. It is quite chilly outside. Not my favorite time of year, honestly." he said kinda harsh but tiresome.
He was tired. But he always managed to work through it. He never liked sleeping much during the night.

Sitting down on a table, Felicia set the cupcakes in front of her and ate her omelette.

Trying to resist Sera’s eyes, Felicia sighed and gave in. She picked up a cupcake and put it in Sera’s hands. Felicia started rambling about her day. Inside of her, a strange voice groaned.

“My day was like, so weird! I woke up and I decided to go outside. It was snowy, and I started building a snow fort—I think it is still there. There was this kid, Oliver, who I asked to have a snowball fight with, but he was spacing out. And then there was this shiny white crystal—it’s in my pocket right now—that started glowing pink, and I woke up in a kitchen, and it turned out I was making cupcakes! Strangely, I woke up with bandages on my hand, and the cupcakes were rather rich and chewy, and—oh, Mr. Alucard, would you like a cupcake too? They’re really good and–”

‘Oh dear, she seems to talk a lot! I have a lot of work in my hands. Wait, Oliver is my name too! What a nice coincidence! Okay, she’s talking too much...’

Pausing, Felicia clutched her forehead as she got a migraine, and groaned.

“Bleargh... migraines suck. It’s like feeling your head getting cracked in half.”

‘That was an excellent idea, poppet~! I’ll try to help next time...’

Seras laughed and smiled.

"YAY!!!"

She watched Felicia put it in her hands and she, once more, shoved the whole thing in her mouth and chewed for a while before swallowing it.

"Mm, what were in those cupcakes Felicia?"

She listened to her talk and when she suddenly stopped Seras raised a brow before Felicia started to hold her head complaining of a migraine.

"Yes... they do... are you okay Felicia?"

Alucard looked at Felicia and eyed the cupcakes before he declined. "I cannot eat human food, child. I can try to later though." He nodded and took a cupcake and put it in his pocket for later.

Fearmonger nodded, flexing his fear toxin syringes as he sat down to eat.

"It is cold and quite uncomfortably so." he spoke in agreement, "But I do find enjoyment in celebrating the holiday season. The eggnog they make at this time is actually quite good, even if I do have to add my own alcohol to it."

Fearmonger the gave Felicia a look, raising an eyebrow. Her story was quite strange.

"Isn't quite early for cupcakes, young lady?" he asked in unamusement at the idea of cupcakes in the morning, yet with curiosity about what Felicia went to, "I'll take one for later though. Also, tell me... how did you get this strange crystal in your pocket?"

Her migraine stopped, and Felicia sighed happily. She hated migraines with a passion. Strange, however, how fast it stopped. Listening to Fearmonger's question, she unzipped her coat and took a pink-ish white crystal from the inside of the pockets.

"Oh! This ol' thing? I found it in the snow, under some tree. It's... so... shiny! Pink, too."

'Come on! I'm not thaaattt old! I didn't choose to be pink.... it's not that bad, however. Aw, wait. The little dearie can't hear me. It's a good thing, too.'

Patrick and Jesse both look at the pony and glare.

"I know you are insane but I did not think you were stupid as well."

"I wonder what horse tastes like?" asks Jesse out loud before noticing the cupcakes.

"Oh, sweets."

He dashed over and grabbed two of them. He walked back over munching on one happily before eating the second one after sitting down.

"Good but with a funny after taste. And a hint of something coppery. You want one Pat?"

"I hate sweets in the morning."

Patrick fishes a flask out of his pockets and opens it then up ends it in his coffee before drinking the whole thing.

Patrick refills the mug from the coffee can Jesse stole. As he is eating he over hears Seras saying she loved the cupcakes. He takes a sip of coffee and then it hits. He spews the hot coffee all over Pitch Black.

"THERE WAS BLOOD IN THOSE CUPCAKES!!!" He bellows at Jesse.

"Wait WHAT!?!" Jesse screams back.

"Blood and probably flesh too."

"THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?" Jesse screeches, grabbing his hair.

Felicia screeches as well, and spits the remainder of her cupcake on the floor.

“OH SHIT! I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON!”

‘How rude. I may have to take over soon, teach them a lesson. Swearing must be punished! And how dare she spit my cupcake! I worked HARD on it!’

Regaining her composure, Felicia tried to work out the situation. She took out the crystal from her pocket, drooling a bit at the sight of it.

“Okay... 1... 2... 3... I went outside to play in the snow, and I saw this shiny pink-blue crystal. Then, I ‘woke’ up in the kitchen with a bandage on my hand and cupcakes in front of me... oh god. Oh god. What if I was possessed by something in that suspicous crystal and I made cupcakes from my hand! OH GOD! I ATE ME! WAAHHH!”

Her eyes gleamed pink and blue, and she started hissing.

“I... am not something. I am Oliver. How dare you destroy my cupcakes?! I did so much hard work, and you, and you—“

Felicia, or should we say Oliver, launched a black beam of magic at Patrick.

“You will pay the price.”

"DUCK AND COVER, DUMBASSES!!!"

Jesse and Patrick moves as one and flip the table over putting it between them and Oliver/Felicia and the incoming beam of black magic. It strikes the table and it begins to corrode.

"GRENADE, OUT," bellows Jesse as he tosses a flash bang he fished from one his many pants pockets.

It goes off mid air with bright flash and loud bang. Under cover of the grenade Patrick and Jesse roll out from behind the table and open fire with there hand guns on Oliver, both of them going different ways.

"GET ON THE GROUND, NOW!" orders Patrick.

Moving quickly, Oliver!Felicia managed to dodge most of the grenades, but Felicia's hand is blown off.. He(?) closed his eyes, and when the flash bang faded away, he opened his eyes to glare at Patrick and Jesse. He smiled as the hand slowly regenerates.

"Oh, dearies! Good job on getting me! I must be out of practice, I reckon! And, no thank you."

Raising his remaining hand, a black magic dragon appears, roaring at the two. For a few seconds, Felicia's eyes seemed to be normal.

"Kill the cry--"

The cry is interrupted as Oliver takes over.

"That's cheating, poppet! Get 'em, Shade!

Jesse snarls now loudly now pulling a white glove out and onto his right hand
.
"Its the morning, I am tired and hungover. Some crazy dipshit has fed me cupcakes with blood and human flesh in them. I have not had a single cup of coffee either. Now I am angry."

Patrick sees the glove and hears the rant and his eyes get wide.

"EVERYONE OUT NOW!!!" Patrick screams at the kids.

He dives under a table and tries to over himself as best as he can. Jesse stares down the black dragon racing at him. He raises his right hand fingers held ready to snap.

"NOW BURN YOU SONOVABITCH" Jesse snaps, and sparks leap from his hand and rapidly turns into an inferno that flies out to meet the black dragon and quickly envelopes it.

"Now get out whatever the hell you are before I really lose it."

Oliver!Felicia grins madly, his tail waving behind him.

“Hehe... hehehe... Did you really think that that was anywhere near my full power?! IT’S NOT! ...Although I must say, I have not seen a fire user in a long time... but that’s USELESS! USELESS! USELESS!”

‘No! Don’t do it! My friends!’

A wormhole opens in the ground, revealing a gigantic grotesque demon. It was large and grey, crimson blood dripping down its front. Its long scaly six tails trail behind it.

“I will eliminate the problem, Master.”

The Beast raised its hands. A enormous dark storm cloud hovers near the ceiling, raining explosive black missiles. A shield is around Oliver, and he grins insanely.

‘This... is not it? What has Oliver done? I wish to get out of here... I want back!’

Explosions rained everywhere. A small explosion ringed near the dorms.

Oliver!Felicia’s eyes suddenly reverted from swirling pink and blue to the normal golden brown color that Felicia was SUPPOSED to have. She stared at the landscape, seeing the explosions and fire. Felicia had a blank face, her eyes twitching. She screamed at the sky, ranting and raving about her life.

“What the hell did I do? And why the fuck did I just randomly go Kyuubi-mode on all of you? I hate you roleplayers up there. Always making our lives weird. Why can’t you just write us being teleported to a vacation island in which we can swim and play games? You say it’s too boring, but you’re killing us all slowly! YOU KNOW, I TRIED REALLY HARD TO STAY IN CHARACTER, BUT NOW—UGH! I’m not trying! I’m going to my room.”

Stomping back to the Heroes’ dorm, Felicia was muttering to herself, carrying her cup of water, sipping it along the way. She noticed the blanket fort with a turret, and ‘le gasp!’

“Um... why is there a turret in the room? And a giant blanket fort? Can someone call a therapist, or maybe an exorcist? Or assassinate the roleplayers? Thank you. Goodbye.”

She stared at the turret, which read Dr. Henry (shouldn’t it be able to hold medical equipment to be a doctor? le gasp!), slowly backing up.

‘Le gasp? Seriously, Oliver?’

‘Yes. It reminds me of Francey-pants.’

‘Who?’

‘Oh, just someone I used to know.’

‘I hate you ominous mysterious people.’

‘I’m mysterious? Why, thank you!’

[The Flutterlands]

Gah! Too much happened and is happening at once and I don't know how to adapt to it all.

Here is everything actually relevant.

Smiling, Felicia got the bowls, measuring spoons, measuring cups, and whisk. A big bag of flour, a small sack of salt, a can of baking powder, a stick of butter, eggs, strawberries, a cup of sugar, a milk carton, and a small flask of vanilla essence was next to her. She lazily turned the knob on the oven to 375 degrees farenheit, and she lined the muffin cups with the paper. Squinting, Felicia carefully measured out the ingredients.

"Alright, poppet, I'm going to do something here... two cups of flour, half a teaspoon of salt, two teaspoons of baking powder, half a stick of butter, a cup of sugar, two eggs, a cup of milk, a teaspoon of vanilla... yes, I got it all!"

She added the butter and sugar together in the mixing bowl, and added the eggs. She lightly whisked it as she added each eggs. Then, Felicia added the flour, baking powder, vanilla, milk and salt; she whisked them together harder.

"Now what have I forgotten here... oh yes! Sorry, dearie! But things must be done!"

Felicia--not Felicia?--stabbed her hand with a kitchen knife, gouging out a piece of it, letting blood and tiny amounts of fresh skin drip into the batter. She dipped her finger in, tasted it, and smiled.

'Perfectly chewy, sweet, and nice... it's great to be back!'

She placed the batter into the oven, and waited. A white bandage was on her hand. After a few minutes, she added the red icing to the cupcakes, and the mini Christmas tree cookies she found on top. Felicia jolted up from her daze, and stared at the tantalizing cupcakes. She took a bite of one, and chewed. It had a rich, unique texture, and it was very sweet.

"W-what? W-w-when? Why am I here? When did I make this? Bandages? I think I should go give this to my school-mates! I think I forgot something..."

Felicia skipped out of the kitchen, whistling to the cafeteria.

"Christmas cupcakes! Come on, take one! There's 30~!"

Seras was sitting on the table still, only halfway done with her blood package, when she saw Felicia come out from the kitchen with cupcakes. Ohh... cupcakes. I do love cupcakes... She smiled and put the blood package back on the table and jumped down. She skipped over to Felicia and looked at them. She snipped one quickly and ate it in one bite. Her eyes shined and she looked at Felicia.

"Could I have another please? They taste so good and chewy and just good."

She smiled and made a puppy face at Felicia to have another one.

Alucard looked over at Seras to see she had moved towards Felicia, who had cupcakes. He smelled something odd about them, but he didn't pay much mind to it. He looked at the doctor who was approaching and watching the kids. he nodded the doctor as he came over to him and Eliza. He smiled slightly.

"Good morning Professor. It is quite chilly outside. Not my favorite time of year, honestly." he said kinda harsh but tiresome.
He was tired. But he always managed to work through it. He never liked sleeping much during the night.

Sitting down on a table, Felicia set the cupcakes in front of her and ate her omelette.

Trying to resist Sera’s eyes, Felicia sighed and gave in. She picked up a cupcake and put it in Sera’s hands. Felicia started rambling about her day. Inside of her, a strange voice groaned.

“My day was like, so weird! I woke up and I decided to go outside. It was snowy, and I started building a snow fort—I think it is still there. There was this kid, Oliver, who I asked to have a snowball fight with, but he was spacing out. And then there was this shiny white crystal—it’s in my pocket right now—that started glowing pink, and I woke up in a kitchen, and it turned out I was making cupcakes! Strangely, I woke up with bandages on my hand, and the cupcakes were rather rich and chewy, and—oh, Mr. Alucard, would you like a cupcake too? They’re really good and–”

‘Oh dear, she seems to talk a lot! I have a lot of work in my hands. Wait, Oliver is my name too! What a nice coincidence! Okay, she’s talking too much...’

Pausing, Felicia clutched her forehead as she got a migraine, and groaned.

“Bleargh... migraines suck. It’s like feeling your head getting cracked in half.”

‘That was an excellent idea, poppet~! I’ll try to help next time...’

Seras laughed and smiled.

"YAY!!!"

She watched Felicia put it in her hands and she, once more, shoved the whole thing in her mouth and chewed for a while before swallowing it.

"Mm, what were in those cupcakes Felicia?"

She listened to her talk and when she suddenly stopped Seras raised a brow before Felicia started to hold her head complaining of a migraine.

"Yes... they do... are you okay Felicia?"

Alucard looked at Felicia and eyed the cupcakes before he declined. "I cannot eat human food, child. I can try to later though." He nodded and took a cupcake and put it in his pocket for later.

Fearmonger nodded, flexing his fear toxin syringes as he sat down to eat.

"It is cold and quite uncomfortably so." he spoke in agreement, "But I do find enjoyment in celebrating the holiday season. The eggnog they make at this time is actually quite good, even if I do have to add my own alcohol to it."

Fearmonger the gave Felicia a look, raising an eyebrow. Her story was quite strange.

"Isn't quite early for cupcakes, young lady?" he asked in unamusement at the idea of cupcakes in the morning, yet with curiosity about what Felicia went to, "I'll take one for later though. Also, tell me... how did you get this strange crystal in your pocket?"

Her migraine stopped, and Felicia sighed happily. She hated migraines with a passion. Strange, however, how fast it stopped. Listening to Fearmonger's question, she unzipped her coat and took a pink-ish white crystal from the inside of the pockets.

"Oh! This ol' thing? I found it in the snow, under some tree. It's... so... shiny! Pink, too."

'Come on! I'm not thaaattt old! I didn't choose to be pink.... it's not that bad, however. Aw, wait. The little dearie can't hear me. It's a good thing, too.'

Patrick and Jesse both look at the pony and glare.

"I know you are insane but I did not think you were stupid as well."

"I wonder what horse tastes like?" asks Jesse out loud before noticing the cupcakes.

"Oh, sweets."

He dashed over and grabbed two of them. He walked back over munching on one happily before eating the second one after sitting down.

"Good but with a funny after taste. And a hint of something coppery. You want one Pat?"

"I hate sweets in the morning."

Patrick fishes a flask out of his pockets and opens it then up ends it in his coffee before drinking the whole thing.

Patrick refills the mug from the coffee can Jesse stole. As he is eating he over hears Seras saying she loved the cupcakes. He takes a sip of coffee and then it hits. He spews the hot coffee all over Pitch Black.

"THERE WAS BLOOD IN THOSE CUPCAKES!!!" He bellows at Jesse.

"Wait WHAT!?!" Jesse screams back.

"Blood and probably flesh too."

"THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?" Jesse screeches, grabbing his hair.

Felicia screeches as well, and spits the remainder of her cupcake on the floor.

“OH SHIT! I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON!”

‘How rude. I may have to take over soon, teach them a lesson. Swearing must be punished! And how dare she spit my cupcake! I worked HARD on it!’

Regaining her composure, Felicia tried to work out the situation. She took out the crystal from her pocket, drooling a bit at the sight of it.

“Okay... 1... 2... 3... I went outside to play in the snow, and I saw this shiny pink-blue crystal. Then, I ‘woke’ up in the kitchen with a bandage on my hand and cupcakes in front of me... oh god. Oh god. What if I was possessed by something in that suspicous crystal and I made cupcakes from my hand! OH GOD! I ATE ME! WAAHHH!”

Her eyes gleamed pink and blue, and she started hissing.

“I... am not something. I am Oliver. How dare you destroy my cupcakes?! I did so much hard work, and you, and you—“

Felicia, or should we say Oliver, launched a black beam of magic at Patrick.

“You will pay the price.”

"DUCK AND COVER, DUMBASSES!!!"

Jesse and Patrick moves as one and flip the table over putting it between them and Oliver/Felicia and the incoming beam of black magic. It strikes the table and it begins to corrode.

"GRENADE, OUT," bellows Jesse as he tosses a flash bang he fished from one his many pants pockets.

It goes off mid air with bright flash and loud bang. Under cover of the grenade Patrick and Jesse roll out from behind the table and open fire with there hand guns on Oliver, both of them going different ways.

"GET ON THE GROUND, NOW!" orders Patrick.

Moving quickly, Oliver!Felicia managed to dodge most of the grenades, but Felicia's hand is blown off.. He(?) closed his eyes, and when the flash bang faded away, he opened his eyes to glare at Patrick and Jesse. He smiled as the hand slowly regenerates.

"Oh, dearies! Good job on getting me! I must be out of practice, I reckon! And, no thank you."

Raising his remaining hand, a black magic dragon appears, roaring at the two. For a few seconds, Felicia's eyes seemed to be normal.

"Kill the cry--"

The cry is interrupted as Oliver takes over.

"That's cheating, poppet! Get 'em, Shade!

Jesse snarls now loudly now pulling a white glove out and onto his right hand
.
"Its the morning, I am tired and hungover. Some crazy dipshit has fed me cupcakes with blood and human flesh in them. I have not had a single cup of coffee either. Now I am angry."

Patrick sees the glove and hears the rant and his eyes get wide.

"EVERYONE OUT NOW!!!" Patrick screams at the kids.

He dives under a table and tries to over himself as best as he can. Jesse stares down the black dragon racing at him. He raises his right hand fingers held ready to snap.

"NOW BURN YOU SONOVABITCH" Jesse snaps, and sparks leap from his hand and rapidly turns into an inferno that flies out to meet the black dragon and quickly envelopes it.

"Now get out whatever the hell you are before I really lose it."

Oliver!Felicia grins madly, his tail waving behind him.

“Hehe... hehehe... Did you really think that that was anywhere near my full power?! IT’S NOT! ...Although I must say, I have not seen a fire user in a long time... but that’s USELESS! USELESS! USELESS!”

‘No! Don’t do it! My friends!’

A wormhole opens in the ground, revealing a gigantic grotesque demon. It was large and grey, crimson blood dripping down its front. Its long scaly six tails trail behind it.

“I will eliminate the problem, Master.”

The Beast raised its hands. A enormous dark storm cloud hovers near the ceiling, raining explosive black missiles. A shield is around Oliver, and he grins insanely.

‘This... is not it? What has Oliver done? I wish to get out of here... I want back!’

Explosions rained everywhere. A small explosion ringed near the dorms.

Oliver!Felicia’s eyes suddenly reverted from swirling pink and blue to the normal golden brown color that Felicia was SUPPOSED to have. She stared at the landscape, seeing the explosions and fire. Felicia had a blank face, her eyes twitching. She screamed at the sky, ranting and raving about her life.

“What the hell did I do? And why the fuck did I just randomly go Kyuubi-mode on all of you? I hate you roleplayers up there. Always making our lives weird. Why can’t you just write us being teleported to a vacation island in which we can swim and play games? You say it’s too boring, but you’re killing us all slowly! YOU KNOW, I TRIED REALLY HARD TO STAY IN CHARACTER, BUT NOW—UGH! I’m not trying! I’m going to my room.”

Stomping back to the Heroes’ dorm, Felicia was muttering to herself, carrying her cup of water, sipping it along the way. She noticed the blanket fort with a turret, and ‘le gasp!’

“Um... why is there a turret in the room? And a giant blanket fort? Can someone call a therapist, or maybe an exorcist? Or assassinate the roleplayers? Thank you. Goodbye.”

She stared at the turret, which read Dr. Henry (shouldn’t it be able to hold medical equipment to be a doctor? le gasp!), slowly backing up.

‘Le gasp? Seriously, Oliver?’

‘Yes. It reminds me of Francey-pants.’

‘Who?’

‘Oh, just someone I used to know.’

‘I hate you ominous mysterious people.’

‘I’m mysterious? Why, thank you!’

I know all of that. Nice 4th wall breaking. However, I'm having trouble trying to have my characters react to it all.

[Luminesa]

Lumi you ignored Bounty again!

Because Ichiru was NOT reading, Flutter. If you take control of my characters, I ignore your posts. Got it? If that upsets you, stop stealing my characters.

[The Flutterlands]

Lumi you ignored Bounty again!

Because Ichiru was NOT reading, Flutter. If you take control of my characters, I ignore your posts. Got it? If that upsets you, stop stealing my characters.

Then where would he be then? I want Bounty to interact with Ichiru!

[Silverakia]

Lumi you ignored Bounty again!

Because Ichiru was NOT reading, Flutter. If you take control of my characters, I ignore your posts. Got it? If that upsets you, stop stealing my characters.

Why not we all work together and put back our problems?

The magic of friendship does a lot.

[The Flutterlands]

I don't know about the quality of my post, but I posted nonetheless... :/

[New Antonalia]

Name: Johann Augustus Faust II

Quote/Motto: "Where is my humanity? Whatever humanity I once had is now long forgotten."

Affiliation (hero/villain, groups they adhere to): Neutral, for now.

Age (Between 13 and 19): 17 years old, though actually he is almost 700 years old

Gender: M

Appearance:
(Image)

Dimension/Universe: Faust

Birthplace and Nationality: German

Abilities: Can conjure a plethora of swords from thin air, sanguimancy (blood magic), Bloodlust (turns into a terrifying hell beast that resembles a T-virus monster with wings or Dettlaff's transformation during the Witcher 3 final fight)

Weaknesses: Needs human blood to survive and is constantly struggling to not rip the nearest student's throat out.

Bio: If you know the legend of Faust, then you know how it ends. Faust makes a deal with Mephistopheles and gets dragged to hell, but what the tale omitted, was the fact that Faust had a child. And that child, Johann Augustus Faust II, received part of his father's curse. He aged normally and adopted an aristocratic attitude when he became a teenager and became arrogant and foolhardy. By his seventeenth birthday however, he was visited by Mephistopheles, who offered Johann a similar deal to his father, eternal youth and infinite wealth, all in exchange for his soul. Johann agreed to the contract and and for seven years lived like a king. During this time, he mastered fencing and swordplay and when it came time to collect, Johann challenged Mephistopheles to a fencing match, if Johann won, he would get to keep his soul and what he had gotten from Mephistopheles, if he lost however, he would serve as Mephistopheles' personal slave. It was a short match, as Johann defeated Mephistopheles with ease. Mephistopheles kept his word, but twisted it. Johann felt himself change as fangs grew from his mouth and monstrous wings sprouted from his back. Mephistopheles cackled in delight as he went back to hell, enjoying the pain and misery he had inflicted upon Johann. Johann spent the next two centuries locked away in his palace reverting back to a semblance of his old self and mastering the art of sanguimancy using his servants as test subjects. He then left Germany and traveled the world before ending up at the academy.

How long they've been at the Academy Just started

Personality: Snobbish and aristocratic, has little regard for human life

Reasons for Joining:

Additional Notes (fears and hobbies should be given):

Optional Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GfX4ob0UzI

6479 (for Archive purposes, do not remove)

Name: Johannes Balthory

Quote/Motto: Power doesn't come from the threat of armed conflict, it comes from the information and intelligence gathered on whether or not your enemy has strength to back it up

Affiliation (hero/villain, groups they adhere to): Neither, though technically a good guy as he worked with various intelligence agencies

Age (between 19 and anything over): 34

Gender: M

Appearance:


Dimension/Universe: Academy of Villains (original)

Birthplace and Nationality: South Africa

Abilities: Expert in Torture, Intelligence/Counter-Intelligence, Counter-Espionage, proficient with various small arms and long guns

Weaknesses: Suffers from PTSD as well as Anger Management problems, he also has various scars and a prosthetic leg after stepping on a Land mine in Afghanistan

Bio: Former Black Ops Operative for the NAIS (South Africa's CIA), Johannes Balthory was a student at the Academy of Villians for two years before leaving for the NAIS. In between those two years, he fought with the SADF and as a Mercenary in the Congo. After that, was offered a position at the NAIS as a Black Ops operative pulling operations from South Africa up to the DRC. His work with the NAIS ended after a mission in Angola ended up going south and he was left for dead. He spent the next three years in an Angolan prison camp where he endured daily torture and interrogation before escaping and making an unceremonious return to the NAIS in order to collect his retirement benefits at the age of 27. He then found work as an independent contractor bouncing between the CIA, MI6, FSB, and several other intelligence organizations around the world. By the time he made it to the Academy of Heroes and Villains, he had traveled throughout the world, worked for almost every government in Europe, America, and Asia, and had killed or over saw the killing of more men than he could count.

Personality: He is a Sadist and a Narcissist, but he also has his moments where he cares about his students.

Subjects Taught: Intro to Black Operations, Intro to Field Intelligence

Additional Notes (fears and hobbies should be given): Keeps a collection of poisons in his closet, as books on various torture techniques in his classroom. He also has an American Short hair named Col. Tabby that he takes with him everywhere

Optional Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQTKe5-QpnA

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[Silverakia]

Name: Johann Augustus Faust II

Quote/Motto: "Where is my humanity? Whatever humanity I once had is now long forgotten."

Affiliation (hero/villain, groups they adhere to): Neutral, for now.

Age (Between 13 and 19): 17 years old, though actually he is almost 700 years old

Gender: M

Appearance:
(Image)

Dimension/Universe: Faust

Birthplace and Nationality: German

Abilities: Can conjure a plethora of swords from thin air, sanguimancy (blood magic), Bloodlust (turns into a terrifying hell beast that resembles a T-virus monster with wings or Dettlaff's transformation during the Witcher 3 final fight)

Weaknesses: Needs human blood to survive and is constantly struggling to not rip the nearest student's throat out.

Bio: If you know the legend of Faust, then you know how it ends. Faust makes a deal with Mephistopheles and gets dragged to hell, but what the tale omitted, was the fact that Faust had a child. And that child, Johann Augustus Faust II, received part of his father's curse. He aged normally and adopted an aristocratic attitude when he became a teenager and became arrogant and foolhardy. By his seventeenth birthday however, he was visited by Mephistopheles, who offered Johann a similar deal to his father, eternal youth and infinite wealth, all in exchange for his soul. Johann agreed to the contract and and for seven years lived like a king. During this time, he mastered fencing and swordplay and when it came time to collect, Johann challenged Mephistopheles to a fencing match, if Johann won, he would get to keep his soul and what he had gotten from Mephistopheles, if he lost however, he would serve as Mephistopheles' personal slave. It was a short match, as Johann defeated Mephistopheles with ease. Mephistopheles kept his word, but twisted it. Johann felt himself change as fangs grew from his mouth and monstrous wings sprouted from his back. Mephistopheles cackled in delight as he went back to hell, enjoying the pain and misery he had inflicted upon Johann. Johann spent the next two centuries locked away in his palace reverting back to a semblance of his old self and mastering the art of sanguimancy using his servants as test subjects. He then left Germany and traveled the world before ending up at the academy.

How long they've been at the Academy Just started

Personality: Snobbish and aristocratic, has little regard for human life

Reasons for Joining:

Additional Notes (fears and hobbies should be given):

Optional Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GfX4ob0UzI

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Name: Johannes Balthory

Quote/Motto: Power doesn't come from the threat of armed conflict, it comes from the information and intelligence gathered on whether or not your enemy has strength to back it up

Affiliation (hero/villain, groups they adhere to): Neither, though technically a good guy as he worked with various intelligence agencies

Age (between 19 and anything over): 34

Gender: M

Appearance:


Dimension/Universe: Academy of Villains (original)

Birthplace and Nationality: South Africa

Abilities: Expert in Torture, Intelligence/Counter-Intelligence, Counter-Espionage

Weaknesses: Suffers from PTSD as well as Anger Management problems, he also has various scars and a prosthetic leg after stepping on a Land mine in Afghanistan

Bio: Former Black Ops Operative for the NAIS (South Africa's CIA), Johannes Balthory was a student at the Academy of Villians for two years before leaving for the NAIS. In between those two years, he fought with the SADF and as a Mercenary in the Congo. After that, was offered a position at the NAIS as a Black Ops operative pulling operations from South Africa up to the DRC. His work with the NAIS ended after a mission in Angola ended up going south and he was left for dead. He spent the next three years in an Angolan prison camp where he endured daily torture and interrogation before escaping and making an unceremonious return to the NAIS in order to collect his retirement benefits at the age of 27. He then found work as an independent contractor bouncing between the CIA, MI6, FSB, and several other intelligence organizations around the world. By the time he made it to the Academy of Heroes and Villains, he had traveled throughout the world, worked for almost every government in Europe, America, and Asia, and had killed or over saw the killing of more men than he could count.

Personality: He is a Sadist and a Narcissist, but he also has his moments where he cares about his students.

Subjects Taught: Intro to Black Operations, Intro to Field Intelligence

Additional Notes (fears and hobbies should be given): Keeps a collection of poisons in his closet, as books on various torture techniques in his classroom. He also has an American Short hair named Col. Tabby that he takes with him everywhere

Optional Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQTKe5-QpnA

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Why is everyone so adorable compared to mine

[New Antonalia]

Name: Johannes Balthory

Quote/Motto: Power doesn't come from the threat of armed conflict, it comes from the information and intelligence gathered on whether or not your enemy has strength to back it up

Affiliation (hero/villain, groups they adhere to): Neither, though technically a good guy as he worked with various intelligence agencies

Age (between 19 and anything over): 34

Gender: M

Appearance:


Dimension/Universe: Academy of Villains (original)

Birthplace and Nationality: South Africa

Abilities: Expert in Torture, Intelligence/Counter-Intelligence, Counter-Espionage

Weaknesses: Suffers from PTSD as well as Anger Management problems, he also has various scars and a prosthetic leg after stepping on a Land mine in Afghanistan

Bio: Former Black Ops Operative for the NAIS (South Africa's CIA), Johannes Balthory was a student at the Academy of Villians for two years before leaving for the NAIS. In between those two years, he fought with the SADF and as a Mercenary in the Congo. After that, was offered a position at the NAIS as a Black Ops operative pulling operations from South Africa up to the DRC. His work with the NAIS ended after a mission in Angola ended up going south and he was left for dead. He spent the next three years in an Angolan prison camp where he endured daily torture and interrogation before escaping and making an unceremonious return to the NAIS in order to collect his retirement benefits at the age of 27. He then found work as an independent contractor bouncing between the CIA, MI6, FSB, and several other intelligence organizations around the world. By the time he made it to the Academy of Heroes and Villains, he had traveled throughout the world, worked for almost every government in Europe, America, and Asia, and had killed or over saw the killing of more men than he could count.

Personality: He is a Sadist and a Narcissist, but he also has his moments where he cares about his students.

Subjects Taught: Intro to Black Operations, Intro to Field Intelligence

Additional Notes (fears and hobbies should be given): Keeps a collection of poisons in his closet, as books on various torture techniques in his classroom. He also has an American Short hair named Col. Tabby that he takes with him everywhere

Optional Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQTKe5-QpnA

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Why is everyone so adorable compared to mine

Beats me.

[Luminesa]

Because Ichiru was NOT reading, Flutter. If you take control of my characters, I ignore your posts. Got it? If that upsets you, stop stealing my characters.

Then where would he be then? I want Bounty to interact with Ichiru!

Ichiru will do what I want him to do, when I want him to do, how I want him to do. Would he probably be reading? Probably. But you didn't get it last night when I basically screamed it at you? You don't touch my characters unless I give you EXPLICIT permission to. EXPLICIT. As in, "I will not be in town for about a week, can you take my character so I don't get lost, thank you!" I have classes. I have to get ready for those classes early in the morning. I have chores and homework. I have things I do off of NationStates, and if you don't feel like waiting for me (or anyone), you can do one of two things: you can try to interact with someone else, or you can go find another RP. It's obvious that you're not sorry for last night, for stealing Nightshade, because now you're stealing Ichiru and saying, "Well you ignored me, so I took him!" No! That's not how this works. So you can play by the rules and find someone else to RP with, or you can go RP somewhere else where you call the shots. Got it?

[Arstotzkas]

Name: Johann Augustus Faust II

Quote/Motto: "Where is my humanity? Whatever humanity I once had is now long forgotten."

Affiliation (hero/villain, groups they adhere to): Neutral, for now.

Age (Between 13 and 19): 17 years old, though actually he is almost 700 years old

Gender: M

Appearance:
(Image)

Dimension/Universe: Faust

Birthplace and Nationality: German

Abilities: Can conjure a plethora of swords from thin air, sanguimancy (blood magic), Bloodlust (turns into a terrifying hell beast that resembles a T-virus monster with wings or Dettlaff's transformation during the Witcher 3 final fight)

Weaknesses: Needs human blood to survive and is constantly struggling to not rip the nearest student's throat out.

Bio: If you know the legend of Faust, then you know how it ends. Faust makes a deal with Mephistopheles and gets dragged to hell, but what the tale omitted, was the fact that Faust had a child. And that child, Johann Augustus Faust II, received part of his father's curse. He aged normally and adopted an aristocratic attitude when he became a teenager and became arrogant and foolhardy. By his seventeenth birthday however, he was visited by Mephistopheles, who offered Johann a similar deal to his father, eternal youth and infinite wealth, all in exchange for his soul. Johann agreed to the contract and and for seven years lived like a king. During this time, he mastered fencing and swordplay and when it came time to collect, Johann challenged Mephistopheles to a fencing match, if Johann won, he would get to keep his soul and what he had gotten from Mephistopheles, if he lost however, he would serve as Mephistopheles' personal slave. It was a short match, as Johann defeated Mephistopheles with ease. Mephistopheles kept his word, but twisted it. Johann felt himself change as fangs grew from his mouth and monstrous wings sprouted from his back. Mephistopheles cackled in delight as he went back to hell, enjoying the pain and misery he had inflicted upon Johann. Johann spent the next two centuries locked away in his palace reverting back to a semblance of his old self and mastering the art of sanguimancy using his servants as test subjects. He then left Germany and traveled the world before ending up at the academy.

How long they've been at the Academy Just started

Personality: Snobbish and aristocratic, has little regard for human life

Reasons for Joining:

Additional Notes (fears and hobbies should be given):

Optional Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GfX4ob0UzI

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Name: Johannes Balthory

Quote/Motto: Power doesn't come from the threat of armed conflict, it comes from the information and intelligence gathered on whether or not your enemy has strength to back it up

Affiliation (hero/villain, groups they adhere to): Neither, though technically a good guy as he worked with various intelligence agencies

Age (between 19 and anything over): 34

Gender: M

Appearance:


Dimension/Universe: Academy of Villains (original)

Birthplace and Nationality: South Africa

Abilities: Expert in Torture, Intelligence/Counter-Intelligence, Counter-Espionage, proficient with various small arms and long guns

Weaknesses: Suffers from PTSD as well as Anger Management problems, he also has various scars and a prosthetic leg after stepping on a Land mine in Afghanistan

Bio: Former Black Ops Operative for the NAIS (South Africa's CIA), Johannes Balthory was a student at the Academy of Villians for two years before leaving for the NAIS. In between those two years, he fought with the SADF and as a Mercenary in the Congo. After that, was offered a position at the NAIS as a Black Ops operative pulling operations from South Africa up to the DRC. His work with the NAIS ended after a mission in Angola ended up going south and he was left for dead. He spent the next three years in an Angolan prison camp where he endured daily torture and interrogation before escaping and making an unceremonious return to the NAIS in order to collect his retirement benefits at the age of 27. He then found work as an independent contractor bouncing between the CIA, MI6, FSB, and several other intelligence organizations around the world. By the time he made it to the Academy of Heroes and Villains, he had traveled throughout the world, worked for almost every government in Europe, America, and Asia, and had killed or over saw the killing of more men than he could count.

Personality: He is a Sadist and a Narcissist, but he also has his moments where he cares about his students.

Subjects Taught: Intro to Black Operations, Intro to Field Intelligence

Additional Notes (fears and hobbies should be given): Keeps a collection of poisons in his closet, as books on various torture techniques in his classroom. He also has an American Short hair named Col. Tabby that he takes with him everywhere

Optional Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQTKe5-QpnA

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Accepted.

[The Flutterlands]

Then where would he be then? I want Bounty to interact with Ichiru!

Ichiru will do what I want him to do, when I want him to do, how I want him to do. Would he probably be reading? Probably. But you didn't get it last night when I basically screamed it at you? You don't touch my characters unless I give you EXPLICIT permission to. EXPLICIT. As in, "I will not be in town for about a week, can you take my character so I don't get lost, thank you!" I have classes. I have to get ready for those classes early in the morning. I have chores and homework. I have things I do off of NationStates, and if you don't feel like waiting for me (or anyone), you can do one of two things: you can try to interact with someone else, or you can go find another RP. It's obvious that you're not sorry for last night, for stealing Nightshade, because now you're stealing Ichiru and saying, "Well you ignored me, so I took him!" No! That's not how this works. So you can play by the rules and find someone else to RP with, or you can go RP somewhere else where you call the shots. Got it?

I didn't know that what I posted constituted as stealing a character, unlike last night. I was merely trying to set up an interaction.

Can I at least state that Bounty found him in the library and not anything else?

Edit:mAlso, I did not say what was bolded. That's what I did with Nightshade, which I AM sorry for. As for Ichiru, as I've said, I was just trying to set up what I thought was a good setting for an interaction.

[New Antonalia]

Name: Johannes Balthory

Quote/Motto: Power doesn't come from the threat of armed conflict, it comes from the information and intelligence gathered on whether or not your enemy has strength to back it up

Affiliation (hero/villain, groups they adhere to): Neither, though technically a good guy as he worked with various intelligence agencies

Age (between 19 and anything over): 34

Gender: M

Appearance:


Dimension/Universe: Academy of Villains (original)

Birthplace and Nationality: South Africa

Abilities: Expert in Torture, Intelligence/Counter-Intelligence, Counter-Espionage, proficient with various small arms and long guns

Weaknesses: Suffers from PTSD as well as Anger Management problems, he also has various scars and a prosthetic leg after stepping on a Land mine in Afghanistan

Bio: Former Black Ops Operative for the NAIS (South Africa's CIA), Johannes Balthory was a student at the Academy of Villians for two years before leaving for the NAIS. In between those two years, he fought with the SADF and as a Mercenary in the Congo. After that, was offered a position at the NAIS as a Black Ops operative pulling operations from South Africa up to the DRC. His work with the NAIS ended after a mission in Angola ended up going south and he was left for dead. He spent the next three years in an Angolan prison camp where he endured daily torture and interrogation before escaping and making an unceremonious return to the NAIS in order to collect his retirement benefits at the age of 27. He then found work as an independent contractor bouncing between the CIA, MI6, FSB, and several other intelligence organizations around the world. By the time he made it to the Academy of Heroes and Villains, he had traveled throughout the world, worked for almost every government in Europe, America, and Asia, and had killed or over saw the killing of more men than he could count.

Personality: He is a Sadist and a Narcissist, but he also has his moments where he cares about his students.

Subjects Taught: Intro to Black Operations, Intro to Field Intelligence

Additional Notes (fears and hobbies should be given): Keeps a collection of poisons in his closet, as books on various torture techniques in his classroom. He also has an American Short hair named Col. Tabby that he takes with him everywhere

Optional Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQTKe5-QpnA

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Accepted.

I think Stattr has another character that she wants to introduce.

[Luminesa]

Ichiru will do what I want him to do, when I want him to do, how I want him to do. Would he probably be reading? Probably. But you didn't get it last night when I basically screamed it at you? You don't touch my characters unless I give you EXPLICIT permission to. EXPLICIT. As in, "I will not be in town for about a week, can you take my character so I don't get lost, thank you!" I have classes. I have to get ready for those classes early in the morning. I have chores and homework. I have things I do off of NationStates, and if you don't feel like waiting for me (or anyone), you can do one of two things: you can try to interact with someone else, or you can go find another RP. It's obvious that you're not sorry for last night, for stealing Nightshade, because now you're stealing Ichiru and saying, "Well you ignored me, so I took him!" No! That's not how this works. So you can play by the rules and find someone else to RP with, or you can go RP somewhere else where you call the shots. Got it?

I didn't know that what I posted constituted as stealing a character, unlike last night. I was merely trying to set up an interaction.

Can I at least state that Bounty found him in the library and not anything else?

It did, because you took my character and said he did something that I never said he did. Nightshade did not run away because you said he did, not me. Ichiru did not read because you said he did, not me. You understand how that works? If I did not give you the character, you cannot do ANYTHING with him. You can ask ME what I would do with him, at the very least, but if I do not give you permission to use him, I DO NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO USE HIM. IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM.

Here's the deal: I don't want Ichiru to interact with Bounty right now. You can take that, or you can leave that. If you think that's an "excuse", I don't care. I'm still ignoring your character, so you can take him elsewhere, unless I specifically agree with you that Ichiru is in the library and that you can have Bounty meet up with him there. Now quit stealing my characters.

[The Flutterlands]

I didn't know that what I posted constituted as stealing a character, unlike last night. I was merely trying to set up an interaction.

Can I at least state that Bounty found him in the library and not anything else?

It did, because you took my character and said he did something that I never said he did. Nightshade did not run away because you said he did, not me. Ichiru did not read because you said he did, not me. You understand how that works? If I did not give you the character, you cannot do ANYTHING with him. You can ask ME what I would do with him, at the very least, but if I do not give you permission to use him, I DO NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO USE HIM. IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM.

Here's the deal: I don't want Ichiru to interact with Bounty right now. You can take that, or you can leave that. If you think that's an "excuse", I don't care. I'm still ignoring your character, so you can take him elsewhere, unless I specifically agree with you that Ichiru is in the library and that you can have Bounty meet up with him there. Now quit stealing my characters.

Fine. Perhaps I should have just had Bounty look for Ichiru. Again, I apologize. It's just that I never actually had this problem in other rps...

I know that the Nightshade incident was wrong, but I didn't thought about this current incident.

[Luminesa]

It did, because you took my character and said he did something that I never said he did. Nightshade did not run away because you said he did, not me. Ichiru did not read because you said he did, not me. You understand how that works? If I did not give you the character, you cannot do ANYTHING with him. You can ask ME what I would do with him, at the very least, but if I do not give you permission to use him, I DO NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO USE HIM. IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM.

Here's the deal: I don't want Ichiru to interact with Bounty right now. You can take that, or you can leave that. If you think that's an "excuse", I don't care. I'm still ignoring your character, so you can take him elsewhere, unless I specifically agree with you that Ichiru is in the library and that you can have Bounty meet up with him there. Now quit stealing my characters.

Fine. Perhaps I should have just had Bounty look for Ichiru. Again, I apologize. It's just that I never actually had this problem in other rps...

I know that the Nightshade incident was wrong, but I didn't thought about this current incident.

You should. Rewrite the post to do that, and I MIGHT have Ichiru go looking for him. IF I WANT TO.