Kaine- What are you waiting for?!
Character Quiz OW EditionRules
1. Submit this as a new deviation to "Otherlife" when you complete it.
2. Make sure the character answers truthfully! It's not as fun otherwise
3. Put the wordcount of the entire submission (rules and questions included) in the description.
4. Feel free to tag other OW members if they haven't filled it out yet, or you want to see their character answer in particular.
Question 1: What's your name, and why did you decide to enroll in Otherworlde Academy?
Question 2: What classes have you taken so far, and what do you think of them?
Question 3: Who is your favorite teacher?
Question 4: Social skills time! What friends have you made here in the academy?
Question 5: And enemies, those are important. Did you make any enemies?
Question 6: See anyone attractive that you might have a crush on? ;D Be honest!
Question 7: Do you support any ships/pairings at the academy?
Question 8: What weaknesses are you try
CRS 101: Where do inexplicable pains come from?In the crystal and blood palace, within the room marked 208, a small mountain of fabric decorated the floor. The blood beneath the crystal glowed so intensely that it cast a pink hue through white cloth--out of the corner of the eye, it might look like it were stained with blood. The collection of fabric was massive because its owner didn't feel confident in his three dimensional art skills, and he figured he'd have to take a number of passes at his assignment before it came out good enough for his standards.
The most important ingredient was a single strand of hair that sat on the floor beside the fabric. It was dark, easily visible against the crystal and red, and when the light hit it just so, it almost seemed to cast a bronze color.
Oleander didn't consider himself a very confrontational being. While some people were capable of attacking others with their fists or offensive magic skills, he preferred to work in the darkness, where the evidence of his misgivings would never c
CRS 202: The Black CandleSmall gray hands placed a four inch black candle in its holder, pressing down to make sure it was sturdy. The dim light, visible only from a cracked open window, traced the outline of the candle, illuminating every ridge and bump. Though the room was empty, the student felt he heard whispers in the corners, the quiet murmuring of magic stirring and coming to life. Though the student didn't have much magic ability, the energy around him could sense his intention, like a spiritual entity answering the first utterance of a prayer.
The candle was virgin, indicating it hadn't been used before. The wick, perfect and untouched, stood straight and tall, ready to accept the hot breath of fire. With a slight sniffle, the boy remembered the warning he'd been given about using candles tainted by existing energy. It could ruin a spell -- or worse, twist its purpose, and Oleander knew better than to play with chance in hexing. Some objects could pick up vibrations easily, and candles were one of the
LIN 203: Willing Blood ParticipantsA headache pounded within the confines of the blood demon's skull. He gritted his teeth and tried to focus, but his eyes slid off the page of the book he was reading. He swore he'd tried to read this paragraph twenty times by now, but none of the words stuck in his mind. He tilted his head back with a breathy sigh and closed his eyes, then pushed the book off his bed. Clearly, research and illness did not mix, and the sickness that had consumed him seemed to have only gotten worse over the last couple of days.
His raw eyes relished the chance to relax. He hadn't learned much at all from the book, though he felt like he had a sense of the teachings just from an instinctual level. The question was what strengths and weaknesses came from using the blood of willing participants, and perhaps just as important, the strengths and weaknesses of using the blood of unwilling ones. He knew there were some nuanced differences, like an unwilling participant who was awake during forcible blood drawi
Consumption: VoicesThe blood demon's eyes were bloodshot as he stared out the window.
He had spent a month in the Blood Dormitory so far, where blood flowed under the crystalline surface of the rooms. The walls, ceiling, floor--everything was made of crystal, and he could feel the blood just centimeters away. It called out to him--as if it were trapped--and he longed to break the barrier between himself and the blood that needed rescuing.
He swore he hadn't noticed it before. Sure, he'd glanced around when he'd toted his possessions into the room, but his room mate distracted him enough that he'd given the walls and ceiling a brief sentence or two in thought before moving onto much more important things. Such as making sure that he drew the same line in the sand between his section of the room and Theon's, and enforced said line to ensure his room mate wouldn't cross over into his space. He remembered pausing in the process of drawing, staring down at the crystal, its shiny surface catching h
ELM 403 Where do thunderstorms come from?The virus curled his claws and held them up with a playful growl. "Thunderstorms happen for a number of reasons! Here, here, let me tell you a story." He gestured for Izzy to sit down on one of the desks they were lingering by. As he was the only one in this particular course, which also happened to be the last in the department, everyone had wandered off, leaving the two alone. Normally this would leave Izzy a bit suspicious--because who actually wanted to be left alone with Glitch in a room?--but the student teacher was a bit more behaved than usual, so perhaps those worries were unfounded for now.
"All right," the black and green student said, plopping down on one of the desks as Izzy leaned against one. That wasn't quite sitting, but it would do for now. "Let's imagine it's a regular day... a beautiful day! A day where nothing particularly interesting is happening, but yet you can FEEL the WRATH ON THE AIR!"
Izzy looked at him like what the fuck, but
Hoarders: OW EditionSnow drifted from the heavens in silence, coating the academy in a blanket of soft white. The shadowmancy building, with its shiny black exterior, looked like someone had peppered the snow, so little of the black showed through. Inside, the professor busied himself with preparing something for a lesson. He had a couple of shadow-made objects to create before he deemed his activities complete, but something was getting in the way.
"...This is starting to get ridiculous."
A shadowmancer's shadow was like a storage facility, offering them a space to keep their belongings and, frankly, whatever else they deemed necessary to keep there. Like a container that looked small on the outside but massive within, MDrake had a shadow that was about twenty feet by twenty feet. He could expand it, of course, but he hadn't really seen a point to doing so -- how many belongings was he expected to have, after all? -- at least, until now.
MDrake stood in the darkness of his shadow, glancing around
LIN 104: The KitIn the back of his brand new textbook, Sinclair had found an instruction booklet and some strips that looked suspiciously like a PH test. He picked up the strips and set them aside with the instruction booklet, humming to himself as he flipped through the textbook. As he might have expected, it was about the differences between light, dark, and gray magic -- as well as how blood could intervene with each of the different magic types. Sighing, he looked at his hand, wondering what kind of magic lay inside him. Being a demon, it seemed most reasonable that he would gravitate toward dark magic, but he'd been fooled before...
The blood demon studied the instructions. It seemed simple enough -- all he had to do was deposit a bit of blood on each one of the three strips, and it would tell him the potency of his blood for light, dark, and gray magic. He rolled his shoulders and created a spot of blood in the air. Much like a PH test -- which had been his first guess -- the light magic test ha
LIN 103 - Skeletal monsters?Sinclair had to wonder how some of these critters survived. Just from wandering around the outskirts of the campus, he'd encountered a number of unusual creatures that didn't seem like the proper children of evolution - at least, not how he'd been taught it. Recently he'd encountered some unusual skeletal creatures with his class partner Hugo, and those had raised a number of questions.
These things are literally made of skeleton, he thought as he as he doodled in one of his notebooks. He wasn't really in the mood to listen to Razik's lectures, and he'd long considered whether he wanted to skip the class entirely, but some sense of commitment made him stay and adhere to the class schedules. How do they even function? A skeleton isn't capable of having organs, or muscles to move. Muscles are required to move. This is completely illogical.
He crumpled up the paper, tossing it into the wastebasket he'd strategically located himself besides. Razik didn't even seem to notice.
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DI ORDINE PLOT."I'm sure everyone here's noticed that dogs are vanishing. Only two of us are gone; thank whomever you want to thank for that.
We need to capitalize on this.
They're going to be weak, even if their dogs return--
I may not be the leader, but.
We're going to kick some goddamn ass, and here's how."
A Life Changing Story, South Park.She laid awake in her bed, not for the fact she couldn't sleep but with the fact she had a secret she was hiding from her family and friends. Tears spilled out of her eyes and down her cheeks as the teen girl covered her mouth to hide her sobs. Just then there was a soft knock on her bed room door and the door opened "Mayme? I had a nightmare." Said a young and soft voice of her little brother Eric. Macie turned and looked at her brother with a smile as she turned on her lamp that was on her night stand and sat up, she patted the area on her bed that was next to her, the small boy ran over and jumped into the bed next to his older sister. She softly laughed as she wrapped her arms around her little brother and smiled "So was it Discord or that creepy Nutcracker in the meat store." Macie asked looking at her young brother as he buried his face in her side and muttered "Both." "Oh hell!" Macie said as she tried not to laugh at her bothers fears, she smiled and sighed "Okay, Butt munch, y
The Four Horsemen Episode 01 - Where's White?EPISODE 01 - WHERE'S WHITE
INT. - THE CHAOS OF ETERNITY
A man is sitting at a cluttered work table, painting a miniature of a Middle Eastern insurgent. The man's hands and clothes are splattered with paint. As he maneuvers the brush over the miniature's face, he mutters curses to himself. He is dressed in a mismatched military uniform: a Soviet cap, a Nazi overcoat, an Imperial Japanese headband, US Army boots. The hat is too big for his head, and the visor covers his eyes. His chest is adorned with medals, mostly of countries that no longer exist.
A woman walks up to the table. She is dressed all in black: black pants, black t-shirt, black knee-high boots. Her face is caked with makeup, particularly black eyeliner and mascara. Her long, white hair has a skull and crossbones hairpin attached to it.
What'cha up to?
Just prepping for the Battle of Armageddon. I can never get these insurgents right.
War does not look up from his task. Death
DOW: As you get older...Dreamkit purred, waving her paws and looking at the sky “Cmon Dandelionkit! Everyone sees it!” The air was chilly that afternoon, as it came with the changing season. The kits sat in the mostly empty camp, the sun setting on the horizon. Most of the cats were out on patrol, not yet returned. Especially since prey was slowly getting harder to be found. Even Dandelionkit’s father was not as visitive as he used to be, training Pitchpaw, then going on whatever Hunting patrol he could.
“Why won’t you just admit it? You guys are Purr-fect” She giggled at her joke, only obvious in her mind
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dreamkit..” She hadn’t had much of a clue of what it was, but probably could’ve guessed if she tried. She’d been talked to about Cliffkit, and she had seen the way they were looked at when together. She knew these types of things and even feelings towards other cats came around apprentice ag