Markus Damon 
Emplacement : Académie Pakora
  

Il aurait dû rester au lit aujourd'hui. Tout comme la majorité des autres étudiants qui ne voulaient pas être ici, Markus Damon regrettait de sortir du lit pour assister à cette cérémonie d'ouverture. Non seulement cela, mais il avait le sentiment distinct que personne ne voulait interagir avec lui; en effet, jusqu'à présent, la plupart des gens avaient formé leurs propres petits groupes jusqu'à présent.
Le discours d'accueil a - t - il été prononcé? C'était déjà fini? Il ne savait même pas ; le temps signifiait plus que rien pour les morts-vivants. Malgré cela, il a pensé qu'il pourrait aussi bien partir puisqu'il semblait que les autres étudiants faisaient la même chose. C'était vraiment une traînée et ses yeux blessaient juste en regardant les choses. Il aurait vraiment dû rester au lit aujourd'hui.
Avec peu d'autre chose à faire, les pieds de Markus l'ont emmené n'importe où et nulle part du tout. En termes laïcs, il s'est contenté d'aller à tout ce qui l'intéressait bien qu'il ne serait pas difficile de l'erreur en tant que zombie juste errant dans les couloirs. À cette action, il s'est déplacé jusqu'à ce qu'il tombe sur quelqu'un ou quelqu'un l'appelle. Une aura somptueuse et épuisante pleuvait sur sa forme mouvante...
Markus ✣ Damon 
Height: 175 cm ✣ Weight: 87 kg ✣ Age: 400 Years
  
"I’ve never tried."

 ✣ Name: Markus Damon
 ✣ Age: 400 
 ✣ Gender: Male
 ✣ Race: Undead
 ✣ P O W E R S ✣
Being a corpse has its perks; Markus is able to perform feats living flesh would have difficulty in performing. As such, he’s able to put in a little flair and acrobatics in his fighting style while also under the protection of a slow regeneration process to his body. His revolver, aptly named Marchosias, is said to contain the soul of a power demon lord and as such, is a very effective tool against angels and other holy beings. Some say the gun’s true persona can even manifest from time to time… 
 ✣ P E R S O N A L I T Y ✣
A dark and brooding student, Markus keeps to himself with a stoic frown permanently glued to his features. What was perhaps once a raging soul that snarled to the heavens is now a walking corpse, the rage that had compelled him to walk the earth once more now nothing more but dull embers in his eyes. Still, that doesn’t stop him from attending classes. Markus is primarily direct and blunt in his wording, often succeeding in putting off other students when being approached. Few things are able to incite more than a frown from him but one would assume memories of his life as once living flesh would stir up that familiar rage lying dormant inside. One would think of course.
 ✣ B A C K G R O U N D ✣
Markus remembers little of his life among the living and what he does recall are things he’d rather leave unsaid. Faint images of a grand, white house stand most prevalent along with the smell of ash and cinder. The taste of dirt rots in his bones and the gaze of a corpse is what ally and foe alike meet when meeting his eyes. This hasn’t stop some from speculating about his origins though. Some say he was the son of a rich noble who was burned along with the sins of his corrupt family. Others state that he was betrayed in a violent gang war, his body riddled with bullets and death. Whatever the case may be, his original murderers are long since dead; of that, he has made sure of. Why he’s attending school is anyone else’s guess. 

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 ⍣ Drasil ⍣ 
Height: 172 cm ⍣ Weight: 54 kg ⍣ Age: ??? Years
  
"Make your bed already!"

 ⍣ Name: Drasil
 ⍣ Age: ??? 
 ⍣ Gender: Female
 ⍣ Race: Celestial Spirit
 ⍣ P O W E R S ⍣
The skies of the earth serve as the source for Drasil's power. With them she is able to conure up buffeting winds and cyclones of destruction to crush her foes...or just sweep them away to some place she doesn't need to look at them. Case in point, it's probably not a good idea to anger her as outbursts generally lead to a tornado or two. Maybe even a hurricane if she's really pissed off. 
 ⍣ P E R S O N A L I T Y ⍣
Gentle as the wind but as deadly as a storm ready to go off. Really, it's hard to manage the two extremes that make up Drasil's personality but more often than not she falls into the latter. Some call her bossy and others call her nagging; she likes to think her advice helps people and if they obtain consequence for not following it, well that's on them. She's quick to anger but surprisingly easy to distract when one knows the right methods. Usually though she tries to mean well, the message being maintained but the delivery leaving much to be desired. Oddly enough she as a deep seated hatred for germs and sloppiness.
 ⍣ B A C K G R O U N D ⍣
When natural storms occur, it's usually because Drasil is yelling at someone. That's about it really. No lame backstory, no dramatic origin; just a girl who gets loud when people get stupid. And the stupidest one of them all has to be that thick-horned lazy bum and her bullshit. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that they were technically co-workers, she'd have kicked Taura off of the planet by now. But alas, the bum bull just had to go and enroll in some weird school. Not going to let her blow up the place, Drasil was quick to follow. It wasn't like she actually liked the dummy or anything like that...stupid...

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