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Post by Spotify on Jan 2, 2014 1:57:27 GMT
Dark Thorne Academy
Introduction;;
The Grounds;;
Dark Thorne Academy is known for it's expensive taste. The whole campus is state of the art. It's more than just a high school. Dark Thorne has the feel of a college campus. It's has ten widespread building each for a specific purpose.
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 1:42:34 GMT
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 1:43:08 GMT
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 1:43:24 GMT
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 1:43:39 GMT
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Post by Toothless on Jan 4, 2014 1:47:36 GMT
[Yay]
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 1:52:07 GMT
Ember stared at her campus, her home,watching as a wave of new freshman and transfer students descended upon it like cows getting ready to be slaughtered. She smiled as she drew in her beautiful white wings and dove down. She landed behind the main building and let her wings vanish. As the archangel's daughter and a triplare nonetheless she had the ability to summon and unsummon her wings unlike some of the quatrius who were stuck with hiding them all the time.
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Post by Toothless on Jan 4, 2014 1:56:28 GMT
Roman D'Angelo's knowing gaze swept across the campus, watching the students flock. His expression was bored, leaf-green eyes dark and bottomless as he pushed off the wall he stood against. The half-angel shrugged one shoulder, resisting the urge to let his wings touch the sky, and strode towards the school's main building. He was not one of the more well-known half-angels, but fate and history had a way of changing that. Who knew what Roman was destined for, besides Him? As the son of a Angel of Healing, Roman had a soft, tender side to him, and possessed the ability to heal any wound with a touch, like his mother, though on the outside Roman appeared to be a bastard.
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 3:00:03 GMT
Ember was on Roman's heels, a smirk on her lips, Hey Rome. Welcome back Her voice was like a purr in his mind. It was one of her abilities. She was able to talk to and read minds if they had angel blood flowing through their veins. She smiled at him.
Ember knew it was wrong. She knew shouldn't use her ablities so openly but she couldn't help it. No one knew she was triplare not quartruis. Nobody knew she was special. And it needed to stay that way.
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Post by Toothless on Jan 4, 2014 3:11:04 GMT
Ember, came Roman's reply. He spoke nothing else, walking into the academy's main building with a sideways glance at Ember. The glamour hid his wings from mortal eyes, though there seemed to be something ethereal about Roman, an aura of power and an ancient magic. He was a powerful being, one with the potential to change many things.
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 3:19:04 GMT
Ember smirked Bastard. she said simply, but not in a mean way. More affectionate than anything really. Ember sighed as her gaze drifted out once more to the crowd. So many unknowing mortals. What she would give to be one them. Her gaze than began to seek the others. Like her. She couldn't wait to make them show themselves. And by themselves she meant their wings. Even though, everyone thought she was a simple quartrius, they respected her. They knew she was beautiful and beauty was something angel bloods admired. She was popular with them and surprisingly she was popular with the mortals too.
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Post by Toothless on Jan 4, 2014 3:24:54 GMT
The mortals often seemed to flock to Roman, drawn to his aura. He was pure healing energy, soothing physical and emotional wounds. He was not as popular as other angel beings, though he was well-liked. He was a kind soul, wanting to soothe hurts instead of cause them. With a grunt, he slipped into his first class..
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 3:36:50 GMT
Every angel blood was to attend an assembly hosted by Ember and her mentor, the archangel,
Michael. He was her father really but no one knew that besides the two of them. Only her mother had known and she had taken that secret to the grave. Ember smiled as she slipped onstage. Her eyes taking in the all of the one hundred and fifty angel bloods. "Hello Classmates."Ember's voice carried through the whole room without a mic,"Reveal thy selves!"she cried suddenly in a weird language that was known as angelic. Just than whether they wanted to or not, they're wings broke free of their earthly bounds filled the backs of their owners. Even Ember's own beautiful wings sprang free of their earthly bounds as they were summoned from the heavenly plane and adorned to her back. It was a skill most of the angel bloods mastered by the age of fourteen. Summoning and unsummoning or glamour their wings. Everyone was different. Just everyone's wings were. All angel bloods wings were different and varying shades of white and gray. A few had black dots but that was normal if ones father was a black wing. Ember smiled as she said her favorite line,"Welcome to Dark Thorne Academy.
Home of the white wings!"she declared.
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Post by Toothless on Jan 4, 2014 3:42:47 GMT
Roman narrowed his eyes, though he allowed the glamour of his wings to drop. Great wings, the color of ash, sprang outwards from his shoulders, feathers as soft as down. He took a deep breath and let his power free. Pure light envy, invisible to all but three-quarter angels it seemed surrounded him, blanketing the teen in an aura of healing. Roman's mother, the Angel of Healing called Merina, was powerful and had passed that onto her son.
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 4:22:52 GMT
Ember gaped at Roman, seeing his glory. It was beautiful and breathtaking. Almost as strong as hers. She smiled just the slightest as she quickly drew her gaze away. She wondered who else was revealing their glory, but when she looked around the room she saw no one was. Just Roman. Than again most of them probably didn't know about glory or purpose. Most of them were first years. She smiled reassuringly out at the crowd,"I'm Ember Zeberino. I'm quarterius like the most of you. Which if you're part of the clueless bunch means quarter in latin. Which means I'm quarter angel and three fourths human. My friend Roman here is dimidius like a few of you. Which means half. So he's half angel half human. More powerful than me."she said, her gaze meeting her father's for a moment. It was a lie. Only a select few knew she was powerful. Knew she was triplaure. Knew she was more angel than human. "Right here and now everything is serious. What I'm about to tell you is incredibly important. No mortals shall know what has passed in this room, okay? No talk of wings or glory or purpose. Which is what were going to talk about next. Glory I mean." Ember said, stammering.
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