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The academy for Unusual Children (Mostly dead)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Inactive RPs → The academy for Unusual Children (Mostly dead)RP Name (First and last): Artemisia Xelc (Arte)
Age (8-17 yrs): 16 years old
Gender: Male
Appearance: Arte is the kind of person who will only wear dark colors and prefers to be out in the dark of the night instead of being out in midday. He spends way too much time inside, so his skin always retains a light pale glow to it. He isn't quite albino though.. There's dark patches on his face made from his deep bone structure that makes his cheeks stand out. His eyes are also deeper in his large frame, making them appear a little withdrawn. Cool ocean blue eyes are his only shocking feature that really makes him memorable. Some girls have even been mesmerized by his eye color that reflects like a mirror. Short fluffy ebony hair lays a little over the top of his eye brows and rests below his cartilage. Short studs as bright as his eyes sit in four rows on his ear, with one long feather dangling from his right ear. His clothes usually consist of tight black jeans and a brightly colored flannel. Arte wears combat boots and black biker gloves on a normal daily basis.
Personality: Artemisia is an unusually cheery kid. Whether someone is yelling at him or just being cruel, he wears a smile as if he doesn't even care. His tolerance and patience for other people is hard to break. There isn't much that can be done to seriously annoy him, although he can be quite impulsive and possessive when prompted to. He is however, a little upset over the recent death of his father.
Unnatural abilities (up to 3):Arte is a healer, and can feel when someone may be injured in the near future by touching them. He tends to avoid the latter power by wearing gloves.
History: His past is rather clouded with blood. Arte lost his mother at a young age to tuberculosis. Growing up without a mother did nothing to make him withdrawn, instead bringing out his cheeriness His father worked as a blacksmith, creating new age weapons with an olden technique. His father taught his about his career and how to fight using said weapons, giving Arte an expansive knowledge of the correct usage of multiple artillery. Only a few days after his father filled out the form, his shop was robbed and he was stabbed with one of the swords he was commissioned to make. When Arte found out, he ran off to go heal his father's wounds only to learn that his healing doesn't work on the dead.
Other: He has an unusually high knowledge of weapon usage.
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
"Don't let someone else make you feel guilty or ashamed about something you don't have control over, whether it is your skin color, your sexual preference or otherwise."
- Alex Bolton (I Hate Everything)
Artemisia scuttled down the hallways, glancing at the new school he would be attending. He wasn't used to such a different environment than his home. It wasn't as hot as the blacksmith's shop he grew up in, nor were there as many sharp objects. Even his new room could not compare to the black painted walls Arte was accustomed to. Brick walls replaced his sheet rock memories when he noticed someone knocking on the doors outside. He opened the doors to see only a child behind it. "Ummm, Hello." He spoke with a slight smile towards the boy. "Would you like to come inside?" He stared slightly thinking of how a family could send one of their children to a boarding school at such a young age. Arte avoided looking confused from all the questions rising in his head.
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
(I do writing in my spare time. I will write longer than you, Sinstar!)
"Don't let someone else make you feel guilty or ashamed about something you don't have control over, whether it is your skin color, your sexual preference or otherwise."
- Alex Bolton (I Hate Everything)
Watching the whole scene of Jey sprinting around the room to control floating objects. Artemisia couldn't even keep up with his eyes. He wondered if this was why the boy was here. Masterfully, the vases and busts around the room were settled down where they belonged and Arte smiled with wonder. Artemisia's interest was peaked by the small boy, making him pursue the child. He walked down the hall in the same direction as Jey. Artemisia wasn't given such an extreme ability as this boy was and even questioned why he might've been sent to this school. He could only heal or feel another person's impending wounds. Arte didn't think his own abilities were much compared to Jey. Actually, Arte was pretty normal in comparison. His father only sent him to this school to see if it might make him happier. Turning out of the corridor and into the stairwell, Arte followed up the stairs catching up to the younger kid. He smiled as usual and flocked to the kid's side. "Hey! That was really cool back there. I mean, your abilities were really impressive." Arte sounded like he should be younger than he was, but didn't even care. He happened to do that a lot. Many people called him 'overly happy' although Arte begged to differ. He felt rather that he was just happy to be around other people. Being around people made him feel like he mattered more.
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
(Sorry, a bit distracted due to eating breakfast)
"Don't let someone else make you feel guilty or ashamed about something you don't have control over, whether it is your skin color, your sexual preference or otherwise."
- Alex Bolton (I Hate Everything)
Artemisia stumbled slightly before questioning why exactly. He tilted his head to the side and glanced over at Jey. "Having passive abilities isn't always best, and neither is being a member in the crowd. Sometimes standing out is better than blending in." He smiled nostalgically thinking of how his life was. Arte didn't stand out and wasn't much different than everyone else until he took off his gloves. After taking them off, he wasn't quite the same. He could see an unsuspecting innocent person's pain. He had to pretend he didn't unless he wanted to speak up and sound creepy.
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
interact with my sentret i want her to become big n strong
tumblr: chuckpanozzo (more active there)
"Don't let someone else make you feel guilty or ashamed about something you don't have control over, whether it is your skin color, your sexual preference or otherwise."
- Alex Bolton (I Hate Everything)
interact with my sentret i want her to become big n strong
tumblr: chuckpanozzo (more active there)
"Don't let someone else make you feel guilty or ashamed about something you don't have control over, whether it is your skin color, your sexual preference or otherwise."
- Alex Bolton (I Hate Everything)
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
Age (8-17 yrs): 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Brown-ish hair, uses glasses, usually wearing ninja clothes
Personality: Shy, Short-Tempered.
Unnatural abilities (up to 3): Controls liquids, "Spider sense" and I'm not sure if it is an ability, but he disables any technology by touching it without his gloves.
History: I'm only his guardian, I only know him and what he does. He never told me about his parents.
Other: He's always wearing a necklace with a stone that changes colours on it. Not so shy with food. He wears black gloves sometimes.
("I'm only his guardian" Well, I tried to make it look like it was really filled by his guardian)
(I hope it's okay >_<)