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Johnathan "J" Wilson







{Hair colour}


{Facial Structure}

Sharp Jawline

{Eyes colour(s)}

Electric Blue

{Body shape}

Muscular, not too thin

{Skin colour}




Samurai Skills
Sword Skills


Awoken State:
He says an oath and turns into his Awoken State, a creature of Judgment.
The oaths he says:
With blood and rage of crimson red, Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead, Together with our hellish hate, We'll burn you all--That is your fate! ”

"In brightest day, there will be light. To cleanse the soul and set wrongs right. When darkness falls, look to the skies. A new dawn comes, let there be light!"


Flaming Chain
Flaming Samurai Sword
Pistol that shoots Flaming Rounds



{Daily Outfits}

First Pic

{Training clothing}

Second pic

{Winter Clothing}

A white coat with wool on the inside

{Fall clothing}

A windbreaker and jeans

{Spring clothing}

A red sweater and sweatpants

{Summer clothing}

A tank top and some shorts

{Sleep Wear}

A small shirt and some shorts

{Swim wear}

Some red swimming trunks with blue streaks


A black suit with a red tie



Warm places
Hot tubs


Cold Weather
Places that have too many lights


Playing with his Katana when bored




Serious, Kind-hearted


None ywt



First Oath is the normal flaming Ghost Rider
Second Oath is the white flaming Ghost Rider

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J stood in the middle of the gym, his training clothes on, his katana in his hand. His katana lit up, flames engulfing the katana. With blood and rage of crimson red, ripped from a corpse so freshly dead. Together with our hellish hate, we'll burn you all, that is your fate! His skin disappeared and a flaming skull replaced his head. A bunch of training holograms appeared around him, and he obliterated them within seconds. Then...
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^Name^ Jason shaw

^Age^ 17

^Gender^ male

^Species^ hunter

^Appearance^ pic

^Likes^ Dogs, weekends, partying, the outdoors, helping others, his jacket, rain, music,

^Dislikes^being alone, The dark, harpsichords, being woken up

^Sexuality^ straight

^Relationship^ single

^Status^ middle class

Royal, middle class, or poor

^Powers^ density shift, can see people's heart beat

^Biography^ Jason never fit in well with others, lynn was always considered as different in his home town, the local boys tormented him everyday at his old school, but he never showed any sign of hurt or shed any tears, he just bottled it up inside. He never retaliated every he stood strong till the last moment he had to spend in that town. He left his small town on the coast and headed to the big city, his parents had enrolled him at some big fancy school, he didn't care, he had bought himself an apartment and a bike to travel to and from school he lived his simple life and he was happy.


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Would i be allowed to shamelessly advertise for a second? :3

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Velia jumped out of the open window, running away from the class as she laughed, hearing the teacher's yells and cries for her to stop. However, she ignored the order and felt the breeze blow her hair back, the air coming in contact with her skin while she ran.

Why she ran from class? Well, Velia wasn't one to listen to most people and often broke the rules when she chose to. In addition, the teacher was just about to start another boring lecture about history which she thought was useless. Velia rolled her eyes, continuing to run as her feet slapped the ground.

Minutes later, she had arrived in the school's courtyard, a calm place for her to relax...or perhaps scare others. With a grin, she ran to the closest tree, the shade enough for her to cool off and rest. Nevertheless, as she reached closer, she made out a form.

Coming to a stop, the female could see it was a male, but she wanted to know why he was there?

"Skipping classes too?"

She asked, not at all troubled or uncomfortable. While waiting for a response, she stared at him, trying to figure out who he was. Though, as much as she tried, Velia was unable to identify him.

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There was a large gathering at the school courtyard, several teachers included. From what word would have it, they were going to test various students in fighting as well as handling demons. One of the students themselves were going to help summon and keep the demons under control, while the teachers would mostly stay around to instruct as well as help if the situation spun out of control.

It weren't mandatory, however the oppertunity to actually fight a live demon without any chances of premature death was a unique setting. Most demon summoning ended in atleast a few wounded, however they had really prepared for it this time around. In the middle of the crowd were some of the teachers talking together while a student in rather peculiar clothing were spraying down symbols and runes on the ground with a spray can out of all things. Whatever the content was, it smelled badly.

However only students from second and third grade were invited due to the risks. First graders were allowed to observe but not fight.

One of the teachers went before the crowd and shouted out:

"Now, Is there anyone here who would want to try to fight?"

(Open RP, can take several at once. It's not a lethal RP, however minor wounds can occur.)

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〖Student Template〗

Additional information included
T H E M E S:

Sarcasm by Get Scared

Dance with The Devil by Breaking Benjamin

Irresistible by Fall Out Boy
Q U O T E S:

"If you happen to dislike, or maybe even despise me, the exit's that way."

"Oh, look! All the care's have simply gone towards my middle finger. Whatever could this mean?"

"Of course I'm listening! I'm just not showing any interest towards you or the conversation."

"Manners? I'm certain I have them. I obviously do not choose to use them or act polite at the moment."

N A M E:

"Belial Velia Erra. The one and only."

N I C K N A M E:

"Most people try to shorten my name. You can just call me Velia though."

A G E:

"It's hard to believe, but I'm 18."

P H Y S I C A L A G E:

"Most people tell me I look to be around my twenties or maybe 19."

G E N D E R:

*She tries to stifle her laughter, a hand cupped over her mouth as she looks at you. After a few moments, her laughter dies down, and she rolls her eyes, a grin on her face while her arms are folded.

"I'm female if you're really that blind."

*S E X U A L I T Y:

"Heterosexual. You really are a dunce if you don't seem to know what that means."

H E I G H T:

"Exactly 6 feet tall with my boots on. Without them, I'm about 5'7". Like I care about your expectations."

W E I G H T:

"What? Expecting me to scold you about asking for my weight? Who cares? I'm 108 in pounds. Think I'm underweight?"

*Her lips curl up into a smirk.*

"You might as well deal with it."

N A T I O N A L I T Y:

"Oh, right. I'm French, thus the light accent I have. Born and raised there too. I hope this answers one question of your's."

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

"Um...what do you want me to say?"

*Belial, or Velia, is known to be calm and collected. Despite looking 'edgy' and somewhere around that field, she's just like everyone else. Nevertheless, she enjoys causing mischief and getting herself into trouble, sometimes being called a delinquent by her peers.

She's no social butterfly nor introvert. More like an ambivert. Velia will not be afraid to talk to those she wishes to speak to and will treat everyone like friends or allies. She's always joking around and teasing others. In addition, it isn't difficult to make her smile

She isn't absolutely care-free, for she can also be serious. Tactics and plans are something she's good at planning, her whole persona immediately turned to a more mature, brave and fearless image. Mercy is the last thing on her mind when it comes to the battlefield.

Her combat and fighting skills reach the same level as her strategizing, powers making her all the more stronger.

She's independent and can be easily angered if you pull the right strings. Making her sad, or maybe even frightened, has proven to be difficult too.

O C C U P A T I O N:

"Well, a student of course. I also kill a bunch of monsters and anywhere around that field. I'm also, I guess what you'd call, an informant. I don't think I have anything else to add."

E C O N O M I C S T A T U S:

"Middle Class. I used to be wealthy but that all turned around because of"

A P P E A R A N C E:

"Damn, another difficult one to answer."

*She closes her eyes, thinking. Even if her left eye wasn't visible beneath her bangs, it was obvious she had the same eye closed. Opening them up, her gray orbs gaze at you, and she shrugs.

"Perhaps you can go on and make your judgement on my appearance."

Velia has pale skin that sometimes even looks gray depending on the lighting in the room. Her eyes are that of a charcoal color mixed with the gray clouds of a storm. Her hair is a raven black that is often brushed to one side, her bangs covering her left eye. If one simply brushes away all of the hair covering the area, you're able to see a scar running down her eye.

On her forehead is a crown circlet, a memento that serves as a memory of her past. The scar the same as well. For another piece of jewelry, she wears earrings that take on a thin, oval-like shape. When it comes to her body, she's curvy but also manages an athletic shape.

Finally, her ears look like that of an elf's, the trait coming from her mother..

*H A I R (C O L O R A N D S T Y L E):

"What do you want me to say about it?"

*Velia's hair is shoulder length and a raven black color. As stated earlier, it covers one eye and is often brushed to one side.

*E Y E C O L O R:

"What are all these question about my appearance?Jeez..."

*They're a charcoal color mixed with gray.

*S K I N C O L O R:

*Pale and somewhat gray.

*C L O T H I N G P R E F E R E N C E:

"I suppose I enjoy wearing dark clothing and garments. Black often being the color I wear the most. I don't wear dresses nor skirts and simply stick to pants or shorts."

S K I L L S:

"Skills, huh? Well, getting and receiving information is something easy for me. Though, if you want the advice, statistics and news, there is a fee you must pay.~ Don't you worry though. A few coins is all I need."

"Another skill I have is swordsmanship. I've a reason as to why I'm talented at wielding such blades. Though, I like to stick with my own sword."

"Hand-to-Hand combat. If I'm somehow unable to to fight and battle with my sword, then I might as well rely on my own strength. Who said I wasn't capable of hurting you with my bare hands?"

"I'm capable of...influencing others to do what I want. Of course, I can't tell them to kill themselves. After all, I, unfortunately, do not have the power of charmspeak. Nevertheless, back to the point, people with a weak mind are my only targets. Sadly, it's proven to be difficult to...once again, influence others with such a 'strong' state of mind."

"Pick-pocketing is what I'm skilled at. It's rather easy to get away with it. Oh, calm down. I don't do it all the time."

"Reading others is easy. Everyone's expressions and eyes tell all about their emotions. Everyone is simple to read. In fact, it's like scanning through a book. Even if one tries to tighten their jaw and look tough, their act won't deceive me."

"Sometimes, I like to keep myself busy and work. A lot. Whether it's gathering information, helping a client, or housework itself, I'll often get the job done with ease. Completing tasks is what I'm able to do, so, of course, I won't let anyone down."

*She winks at you with a grin on her face.

*P O W E R S:

"Well, I have a selection of them, but it's quite a list..."

*Darkness Manipulation. User can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc.

L I M I T S/L I M I T A T I O N S:*

*Velia is unable to create shadows but can only manipulate them from existing sources. She may become affected/corrupted through extended exposure of this power, insanity blinding her emotions and so on.

Dark Arts. User can utilize the Dark Art: a form of magic typically used for selfish, self-serving and/or nefarious purposes. Though it is not necessarily "evil" magic per se, dark arts tend to focus toward destruction, harming, cursing and otherwise complicating the lives of other people while advancing the user's own state. Users often reject social convention and the status quo, which some suggest is in a search for spiritual freedom. As a part of this, they embrace magical techniques and practices that would traditionally be viewed as taboo and are generally willing to go farther than most would even consider if it serves their ends.

L I M I T S/L I M I T A T I O N S:

Dark magic may get out of hand, and Velia can risk injuring herself.

Necromancy. The user's magical abilities revolve around manipulating the dead, death, the life-force and/or souls for good, evil or neither. Users can also use communicate with the deceased – either by summoning their spirit as an apparition or raising them bodily – for the purpose of divination, imparting the means to foretell future events or discover hidden knowledge.

L I M I T S/L I M I T A T I O N S:

Velia is unable to resurrect the dead but can only communicate with them.

Darkness Solidification. User can solidify or give solid-like properties to darkness/shadows with the level of solidity going from loose jelly to metal-like hardness or beyond.

L I M I T S/L I M I T A T I O N S:*

*The change is only temporary, and if the object is in her hands and somehow falls out of them, it reverts back to it's original form.

Umbrageous Teleportation. The user can teleport via shadows/darkness, merging into shadows/darkness and appearing anywhere else from the same element.

L I M I T S/L I M I T A T I O N S:

User must be able to touch or be near shadow or darkness. Velia can travel from one city, maybe even to another state and/or country, but the longer the distance, the more it exhausts and harms her. If she tries teleporting herself with others, it takes a larger toll on her body, thus making her fall unconscious from time to time.

Animated Shadow. The user can transform their or others shadows into living beings. As the rule of anything happening to the real body happens to the shadow, this ability may allow the user to manipulate the shadow and cause damage in reality by using it to attack. This means anything that happens to the shadow will be reflected in the true body; in short, a form of "reverse" shadow puppetry.

L I M I T S/L I M I T A T I O N S:*

*The shadow(s), at times, may have a mind of it's/their own. In addition, maintaining the shadow drains Velia's energy, often weakening her a bit. Nevertheless, it/they can be destroyed if one fights it/them like a normal, solid opponent.

Pain Suppression. Users can block pain at will or are incapable of feeling pain or highly resistant to physical pain of any kind, allowing them to think clearly and continue to move despite grievous injury. Users can think clearly, continue to move, ignore torture and generally function in situations where pain would disable a normal person.

L I M I T S/L I M I T A T I O N S:

Velia is only be able to tolerate and ignore the pain, and not actually cancel it out. Plus, she may be ignorant to wounds and crippling injuries, sometimes unaware of how she even got them.

Enhanced Dexterity. The user can precisely control their movements and muscles, making them unable to be clumsy or fumbling. They can slip through a network of lasers, reach through dangerous narrow tunnels, keep perfect balance, or juggle effortlessly without ever tripping or wobbling. The user can even move their finger or toes effortlessly, with tendon strain no longer being a problem.

They also are able to regain balance or bounce back to their feet quickly and perform feats such as shooting a gun, throwing a knife, or fighting at seemingly impossible angles and positions.

L I M I T S/L I M I T A T I O N S:

Velia is still capable of injuring herself if too much is done. Secondly, she can and will fall over if not careful.

Hypnotic Music. Users can use music to affect or directly influence other peoples minds to their commands.

L I M I T S/L I M I T A T I O N S:

Anything that prevents the victim from hearing, prevents this power from affecting them. Of course, simply covering your ears and trying to make sound with your own mouth to avoid hearing the music/song doesn't work so easily.

*W E A P O N S:

"My long-sword is precious to me. The blade, sheath and hilt are beautifully designed, and the item was a gift from my brother. I do not carry or wield any other weapon."
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D A I L Y O U T F I T S:

"Well, I always seem to throw on a black blazer with black pants and combat boots. Beneath the blazer is a simple gray tank top. I put on my circlet, earrings and fingerless gloves which completes the entire outfit. So...Why do you care?"

T R A I N I N G C L O T H I N G:

"I usually tie my hair up into a ponytail, leaving my left eye covered by my bangs and keep the gray tank top I have on. For bottoms, I wear black military trousers. When it comes to footwear, I'll choose to throw on simple, basic black shoes. Is there something wrong with what I choose to wear?"

W I N T E R C L O T H I N G:

*She wrinkles her nose as if a foul stench immediately filled the air. It was obvious she wasn't one to like the season.

"I suppose a black coat, my usual pants, a scarf and combat boots will do. It may not be much, but I've grown somewhat used to the cold.

*F A L L C L O T H I N G:

"What am I to you? Some model? Jeez..."

*Velia sticks to a simple, thin black sweater and leggings, her boots on as usual. Her fingerless gloves are still worn and so is her jewelry.

*S P R I N G C L O T H I N G:

"You're all weird, I swear..."

*She keeps her gray tank top, like usual, and throws on yoga shorts. Black shoes end the outfit, her circlet, along with other accessories, still on.

*S U M M E R C L O T H I N G:

"Ask more question related to what I wear, and I'll cut your tongue and eyes out."

*Velia wears a plain gray crop top, black military trousers, black shoes and her hair tied up into a ponytail. Accesories will always be included in her outfits.

*S L E E P W E A R:

"I swear..."

*A black camisole and black yoga shirts.

*S W I M W E A R:

"You're a pervert. I should've expected that...Well, news flash! I don't swim a lot."

*Even if she states she doesn't swim often, Velia wears a simple, black two piece swimsuit. She does not wear her circlet nor jewelry when diving into the water.

*F O R M A L:

"I don't like going to balls and so on, but if I'm interested, then I'll go. The dress I often wear is purple, pink, has a bit of white and a bit of black. Nothing more to say about it. Now will you please drop the whole clothing topic?"

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L I K E S:

"Spell casting and working with Necromancy are a couple of my favorites. Jokes are also a personal favorite. Whether it be pranks or not. In addition, video games are a hobby of mine."

*She smiles and begins thinking about what else she has to list.

"Let's see...Skipping classes, teasing others, and reading."

*D I S L I K E S:

"Oblivious, absolutely stupid, weak and worthless opponents that believe they'll beat me so easily. They're such a pain..."

*She groans at the thought, trying to come up with other things she dislikes.

"I suppose not completing a certain task is another. Failure is something I will not shrug off so easily. Next mother. We've had a bad history with one another, and I hope the witch dies sooner than later...I'll leave it at that then."

*H A B I T S:

"I click my tongue when I'm the slightest bit angry or irritated. That's all I can tell you, really."

P H O B I A S:

"As if I'd tell you."

*Velia has claustrophobia, simply meaning she is afraid of being in an enclosed space without any source of an escape. It can be triggered when she's trapped in windowless rooms, sometimes even if she's caved-in. When this happens, she forgets about everything around her and slowly gives in to fear, immediately breaking down.

F A M I L Y/R E L A T I V E S:

"I'd rather not talk about it..."

*Mother- Blake Adira Erra Léonie.
Status (Dead or Alive): Alive.

Father- Tristan Léonie.
Status (Dead or Alive): Alive.

Brother(s)- Daniel Léonie, Emile Léonie and Jacques Léonie.
Status (Dead or Alive): Alive.

Sister(s)- Vivienne Erra.
Status (Dead or Alive): Alive.

L O V E R S/R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

"I have not been in any sort of intimate relationship nor have had a partner when it comes to love. I am single as of now."

She smirks, one elbow propped on the table as she rests her chin on her hand.

"My, my.~ Have you taken an interest in me already?~"

*E N E M I E S:

*Her face falls to a dead serious expression, a sigh escaping her lips.

"My mother."

S T A T U S:

"I wouldn't call myself popular nor a social outcast. I'm rather well-known amongst specific crowds and circles and attention will be on me once I manage to get myself into trouble yet again."

H I S T O R Y/B I O:

"You might as well give up and avoid repeating your question because I won't talk."

Born and raised by a family of nobles, Velia was treated like a princess and always spoiled with all types of gifts. Nevertheless, the female wanted to be capable of taking care of herself, refusing to live up to her parents' expectations. Thus, her mother punished Velia by often throwing the young girl into a small, windowless room that was pitch black. She'd spend hours crying, wanting to get out of the room she called 'Hell'.

*Even if Velia was punished every time she avoided listening to her mother, she continued to disobey her parents', eventually growing older and asking her older brother, Jacques, to train her to fight. He trained her privately, not wanting the both of them to get into any trouble with their mother. Velia grew to be strong, eventually surpassing her brother's skills and was given a sword that belonged to the said male. However, she was still vulnerable and weak to the small, enclosed room.

Months after, Velia's mother was aware of the training Velia was doing which infuriated the woman. Leaving her daughter in the room for days, she showed no mercy whatsoever. Then, when Velia reached the age of 16, Blake Adira Erra Léonie had had enough.

Velia had found out about her abilities with Dark magic and was caught fooling around with it in her garden causing for her mother to scream. Attempting to calm her down, Velia walked over to her mother only to get scratched and injured on the area of her left eye. The matter ended with Velia kicked out of her own home and left with nothing more than her circlet, sword and scabbard, along with clothing she had worn on that day.

After months of surviving on her own, the young lady had managed to involve herself in a few dangerous circles, become an informant and get enrolled in the prestigious school known as Hunter Academy. Despite her life going somewhat well now that she is away from her home, memories still haunt her, and she still holds a burning hatred for her mother.
C L A S S:

"2-A. Got a problem?"
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I leaned against a tree, spinning a small pistol in my hand. I had a small smile on my face, like always. In my other hand, I had three throwing knives. I threw them at a tree across from me, all of them hitting their mark. You walked up behind me and said...
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