Feine ne se sentait pas en danger par son adversaire. Un ennemi pourrait vous faire du mal, oui, mais cela ne voulait pas nécessairement dire qu'ils étaient une menace. Alors, Feine a pensé qu'il serait plutôt divertissant de montrer sa domination sur l'esprit humanoïde en faisant quelque chose d'autre entièrement, tout en gardant un peu un oeil sur les attaques de son ennemi - puis en évitant d'utiliser la propulsion du vent. Mais, malheureusement, Feine a trouvé que ce n'était pas une tâche si facile. En fin de compte, il a fini par prêter plus d'attention à éviter les attaques de son adversaire.
"Tu sais quoi? Vous êtes plutôt tenace. Cela ne veut rien dire, bien sûr, » Feine regarda l'esprit dans les yeux alors qu'il commençait à communiquer avec lui... même s'il était incapable de le comprendre. "Dans le grand plan des choses, je suis un personnage majeur dans le monde - vous êtes un simple esprit, à peine un personnage mineur. Ton nom va s'effacer, mais le mien ne le fera jamais. Dans la fiction, vous existez comme fourrage pour un héros à tondre, pour montrer ce qu'il peut faire. Tu n'es pas près de mon niveau. Et enfin, laissez-moi vous dire que je vous ai laissé me frapper plus tôt."
Feine lentement, et en toute confiance marchait vers l'esprit, son écharpe se déplaçant légèrement au fur et à mesure qu'il se déplaçait. Ses mains étaient enroulées en poings, prêtes à frapper son adversaire. Avoir sa lance sur lui serait un boon majeur - lui et la lance étaient les deux côtés d'une pièce. La magie du vent de Feine était beaucoup plus puissante s'il avait sa lance à proximité. Une seconde, il s'est demandé s'il pouvait le téléporter? Ou n'était-ce qu'un rêve? Peut-être qu'il pourrait le téléporter à ses mains, mais quelqu'un comme Feine ne pouvait pas se souvenir de leurs milliers de talents. Même les meilleurs ont des limites, pensait-il.
"Qu'est-ce qui est intéressant à propos d'une histoire sans conflit, dramatique? Si tout le monde excréte des arcs-en-ciel et toutes ces merdes, ce n'est pas très intéressant, n'est-ce pas? » Feine a expliqué... qu'il a fait un pas soudain vers son ennemi, un esprit. "Je vais vous finir en une seule grève. Ce sera aussi facile que d'apporter du stylo au papier - non, plus facile.« Feine a frappé sur le sol, afin de se rapprocher de son adversaire... et puis, dans un mouvement balayant vers le haut, Feine a saisi la griffe de l'esprit. Feine chuckled - ce qui a rendu la chose facile, car Feine ne s'empare pas simplement de son adversaire. Non, le mouvement vers le haut qu'il a fait avec sa main avait un but... un but qui fonctionnait avec la manipulation du vent de Feine.
Une rafale de vent très temporaire mais assez puissante soufflait sous son adversaire, qui les propulserait vers le haut... mais Feine s'empare de son adversaire, pour une raison tout à fait trop typique du jeune écrivain - pour se vanter.
"Oh, s'il te plaît. Je suis le plus petit peu surpris qui ait marché." Feine chuchotait à son adversaire, l'esprit. « Dès que j'aurai lâché, vous serez frappé à une petite distance en l'air. La gravité fera le travail, alors profitez-en."
Feine a lâché son adversaire et s'est détourné avec un snicker... même s'il surestimait peut-être ses capacités? L'esprit s'est posé sur le sol, avec des jambes blessées... mais Feine a supposé qu'il était mort. Comment un esprit pourrait-il résister à la grande puissance de Feine?
Feine a analysé les autres élèves dans la pièce. Il pensait qu'il en avait fini avec son esprit... donc il était temps de passer à un nouveau.
Le jeune écrivain a remarqué son nouvel ami, la blonde cheveux Lalisa esprit de combat. Fait intéressant, elle utilisait de la magie végétale... et comme il s'était avéré, elle avait transformé une partie du sol en un champ de fleurs que Feine n'avait pas remarqué, dans sa frénésie de combat. Lalisa disait quelque chose. Quelque chose d'intéressant.
Elle semblait chanter des lignes de Roméo et Juliette.
Ces lignes dans un combat? Est-ce une tentative de m'impressionner? Feine s'est posé la question. Bien sûr, c'est naturel. Dans la mer, le poisson Remora se verrouille sur certains poissons plus grands de statut supérieur. Dans la grande mer de la vie, je suis un poisson si grand. Dans ce cas, les gens essaient de m'impressionner pour me faire faire des choses pour eux, comme leurs devoirs. Et puis je dis non.
Pendant que son nouvel ami se battait contre les esprits, Feine a pensé que ce serait mieux de ne pas interrompre. On n'a pas atteint l'excellence en étant aidé par des défis - non, ils l'ont atteint en surmontant ces défis eux-mêmes.
Cependant, finalement... l'un des esprits enracinés à la place de la magie de Lalisa s'est libéré, et l'a jetée à terre. Elle semblait encore citer Roméo et Juliette, même si Feine n'en avait pas assez entendu parler pour savoir ce que c'était.
Vraiment? Je peux faire des exceptions en ce qui concerne les personnes qui m'inspirent. C'est ma façon de leur rendre. S'ils me donnent de l'inspiration, je pourrais les aider. Pensait Feine, alors qu'il regardait la situation.
Feine s'élança vers l'esprit, qui avait chargé vers Lalisa - et le frappa avec force, sans autant de finesse qu'il espérait utiliser. Mais l'attaque a semblé faire le travail, car l'esprit a été frappé au sol.
Plaçant un pied sur le corps de l'esprit, Feine parla.
« Peu ont le plaisir d'être secourues par quelqu'un d'un tel niveau que moi, Feine Rhine », a dit Feine, calmement. « Cependant, il est important de prendre les combats au sérieux. Si vous mouriez ici, cela s'avérerait plutôt anti-climatique dans l'histoire de cette Académie. Ces ennemis sont des fourrages.
Comme pour prouver que Feine avait tort, il a entendu quelque chose se déplacer vers lui - c'était l'Esprit humanoïde griffé d'avant, celui qu'il avait combattu auparavant. Feine est allé le terminer, mais il a trouvé qu'il était toujours debout au sommet de l'esprit qui est allé attaquer Lalisa.
Avec un soupir, Feine s'est tenu en place et a attendu que son adversaire blessé précédent se rapproche, pour que Feine puisse le frapper avec la magie du vent. En attendant - Feine a remarqué d'autres étudiants avant de déménager. En particulier, il a remarqué l'homme sauvage de plus tôt ayant un coup de poing féroce avec un esprit, apparemment tenir le siens. Immédiatement, l'esprit de Feine est revenu à... quoi d'autre, mais écrire?
Cet homme... intriguant. Il semble être un combattant talentueux. Je vais le faire après ça. Un tel caractère pourrait faire des scénarios intéressants, bien que beaucoup de ces étudiants semblent intéressants, maintenant que j'y pense.»
Name: Feine Rhiter.
Age: 15.
Race: Human.
Gender: Male.
Proficiency/Abilities:

Feine’s weapon of choice is a halberd/lance, which links in to his abilities. He is also decently skilled at fighting with his fists.
His defining ability is Wind Manipulation, allowing him to control the winds and manipulate them in various ways. He can create blasts of wind, knocking away enemies – or transporting himself around the area, while he can also create vortexes. However, his wind magic is ranged. The further his attacks are from him, the more energy it takes to use.
One particular trick Feine makes use of is utilizing an updraft, sending himself into the air with his spear… then landing on an opponent, spear first.
Feine has a second ability, called Spear Soul. This ability imbues his lance with the wind element, allowing him to fight with more efficiency.
When Feine lobs his spear, it will stick into the ground… and serve as a conduit for Feine’s magic. Instead of releasing his magic through his hands, Feine will channel the magic into the lance and fire it from there. This allows Feine to hit from especially long ranges with his wind magic, along with using double the wind magic. However, his magic is weaker when he and the spear are separated. Along with that, another disadvantage is that this separates Feine from his weapon of choice.
Feine can pull himself to his rooted lance with a wind gust, which will send him flying towards the lance’s location at a high velocity.

Identification: In terms of build, Feine is fairly average. He’s not short, but he’s not tall – standing at 5’8 feet high. He’s not particularly athletic, either – though his combat training is having positive effects, in that regard. Feine’s hair is dyed a grey-white, though his natural hair colour is black. His hair is usually rather neat. Feine’s eyes are green. He has light skin.
On his left hand, Feine wears a silver-coloured watch – and on his neck, he wears a green scarf, similar to the ones worn by action heroes. He takes great pride in both of these, and rarely removes them. He prefers either green or white jackets without patterns, and has a fondness for jeans.
Personality:

A writer by heart, Feine Rhiter loves to theorize what new pieces he could possibly write up next. Writing is an enormous part of Feine’s life – in his mind, it’s one of the few notable things about him. In particular, Feine enjoys writing fictional fantasy works, focusing on heroes taking up arms and fighting off evil forces. Feine finds that the real world bores him in comparison to the worlds in books… however, Feine finds that The Academy may just be the closest thing to something like a fantasy novel in the real world – what with the evil spirits invading, the powers, and all that.
Academically, Feine excels at any subjects regarding English. In most other subjects, well... his grades aren't bad, but they're not superb. This is due to Feine often not paying attention in class, and simply thinking up new things to write. However, Feine knows the Academy wants their students to give 100 percent of their effort, so he plans to take schoolwork more seriously. If you've ever heard the stereotype of writers being unable to do Maths, Feine is an example.
With other people, Feine isn’t super chatty, and would rather wait for people to talk to him than go up to them himself – unless he needs something from them. He can come off as somewhat rude and smug, too, and is more than a little judgemental. If he thinks you’re stupid or annoying, he’ll gladly weave it into the conversation. Perhaps he’ll make it subtle, perhaps he’ll make it obvious. It’s all up to his mood. If he does respect you, he’ll still be a little smug... but in a more joking manner. Oftentimes, earning his respect entails showing interest in something he likes, especially his literature he writes… though that can easily be revoked with criticism. He doesn’t take well to criticism.
In conversation, he often tries to use fancy words that he enjoys using in his works, along with citing references to stories from books, films, and similar things. Not only that, but he also tends to speak in writing terms. For instance, he may conclude a conversation with ‘FIN’, or ‘The End’.
Despite being a not incredibly talkative writer, there’s a more hidden side to Feine. Feine has a soft spot for disaster, conflict, violence, and what not. It adds spice to people’s lives, including his own... and a little spice to his life is what Feine wants. Feine is not beyond setting things up behind the scenes, in order to create scenarios that interest him - though he tries not to be caught, of course. Along with that, Feine loves fighting and combat, though he’s mostly restricted to writing about it in books. With the invasion of Spirits, Feine finds that there might just be an opportunity to bring this passion to the real world… deep down, this is one writer who’s happy that the evil Spirits have begun to make their mark on the world, though he fights them.
He also has a soft spot for puns and word play.

Backstory:

The middle child in a fairly average family, Feine was rather unremarkable, further amplified by his status as the middle child. His family didn’t ignore him, but it was clear that he wasn’t the favourite, not by any stretch.
Feine and his family lived in a fairly small town, where not much happened at all. People talked of Powers and Spirits here, but few had witnessed them. This led to a fair share of non-believers. It wasn't uncommon to come across families who refused to tell their children about those things... and Feine was in one such family.
Nothing about his life was particularly interesting, not until his school years. It was around this time where Feine developed his love of fiction and stories, such as the ones he saw on television and books. It was so interesting to the young Feine – he wanted to be a globe-trotting hero, just like them! He wanted to take up a sword and save the world! His parents encouraged him to begin writing his own stories, which weren’t the most original works, but he liked them and took pride in them.
When Feine’s class had a session of show and tell, Feine showed off and described his work to the class. But unfortunately for the fledgling writer, the class wasn’t nearly as interested as he was. Some of them yawned, others of them laughed… that was an issue, as Feine wasn’t trying to make something funny. Feine took offense to this… and this action led to his work getting ripped up on the same day by a gang of other students.
From that day forth, Feine was rather quiet around other students. He’d find a lonely spot and begin to write, away from the others. But this isolation led to people gaining even less of a positive opinion on him. He began being seen as weird. This continued for years, though Feine didn’t particularly try to stop it. How could he, after all? And, anyways – the fledgling writer was more interested in the people of his fantasy worlds, instead of the people in reality.
And speaking of fantasy worlds, Feine had overheard discussions around town about 'Powers' and 'Spirits'. This prompted Feine to ask these people what they were talking about, for Feine believed they were talking about something out of a book, and it sounded right up his alley. These people told Feine about Powers and Spirits... Feine wasn't entirely convinced, however. He'd never seen any evidence of people having powers anywhere. It was certainly an interesting thought, though... so Feine brought this up to his parents.
With a chuckle, Feine's father looked at him and told him that it was 'dumba- kooky reporters creatin' fake news reports', and that he'd never seen any of these Powers or Spirits himself... neither had anyone else they'd known. They told Feine that they were simply a rumour that people grew attached to, disappointing Feine. He wanted to wield a power and spice up his life... but Feine chose to make the most out of these mythical powers. He began to write stories focuses on Powers and Spirits, based on what he'd heard on the news. Feine wondered why the news would be reporting on something fake, if what his dad said was true...
Eventually, around the end of his time at Primary School, a writing tournament was announced, featuring various schools from across the state. Students attending primary schools were eligible… as soon as this announcement was made, Feine’s colleagues knew that he was going to enter. And enter he did, with ‘The Crusade of Kiki’, a work detailing a young boy called Kiki, who Feine based on himself. He put his heart and soul into this work, and investigated the writing styles of famous books, in order to write to his fullest. With the final stroke of a pencil on paper on this work, Feine was sure that he’d win…
The results came in, and Feine was happy, but not particularly surprised that he’d indeed won. It wasn’t a surprise, not at all to Feine. He’d analysed the writing styles of popular writers, and Feine didn’t think anyone else would put even a fraction of that effort in. This led to Feine developing an ego of sorts. When bullies approached him and mocked him, he would no longer simply stand back and take it. No – instead, he talked back and tried to tear them down. People who mocked his works would be met with Feine asking if they’d accomplished anything even comparable to what he had done. To people who threatened him, Feine would not hold his punches back. Feine felt superior to his colleagues, and enjoyed rubbing that into others.
However, Feine hasn’t accomplished much else since that competition. He submits his works online, and has written various different works under the alias of ‘The Rhiter’. As the Rhiter, Feine’s motto is that every reader who enjoys his work is a victory for him. Around this time, Feine began to become rather bored with the real world, and wished he lived in one of his many fantasy worlds, which he considered far more interesting than a dull old world like the one he lived in.
But it turned out the 'dull old world' held some more secrets. It was one certain November night, when Feine and his family were walking back from a fancy restaurant in town... that night, Feine's family was unlucky enough to be targeted by a group of mysterious hooded men. They lurked in the shadows... and eventually waited for the right moment to strike.
Three of them rushed out of the shadows, one of whom grabbed hold of Feine's younger brother's neck. To this thug's side were his two accomplices, who warned that they'd put Feine's younger brother 'into a hospital' if his family didn't pay up.
The entire family was distraught, but... Feine's father reached into his wallet, and pulled out some of his savings - $1,000, and went to hand it over to the thugs in exchange for his son's life. But at that moment, as if by miracle... a cloaked man wearing blue and orange dropped down from a roof, and delivered a punch to the thug with Feine's brother in his clutches, knocking said thug off balance and allowing Feine's younger brother to break free.
And, seemingly coincidentally, the man in blue turned his back to the thug... who immediately was struck by a blast of lightning, sending him down to the ground. The other thugs fled.
The man in blue didn't say anything, but he simply grinned as he broke into a sprint and ran down the street, his blue scarf billowing in the breeze. Feine's family didn't know what to think... the forecast didn't predict lightning that day, and it seemed odd that the bolt struck the man, dead on.
Later that night, the news held a special on a man called the Lightning Runner. He looked exactly the same as the man who'd come to the family's aid. And, not only that... but it was rumored he had powers over lightning. That day, Feine's family changed. They began to believe in what they previously believed was fake.
Eventually, Feine discovered that he had powers of his own, days after that event... and Feine loved them. They were like something he’d write, as an ability of one of his protagonists. With these new powers, Feine chose to style himself in accordance to his newfound powers, dying his hair grey and taking up a green scarf, which billowed in the wind. But fortune seemed to still be smiling upon the young writer, for he discovered the Academy. Some considered him a fit for what the Academy entailed – fighting off evil Spirits seemed like something out of a book… and, of course, that was something that appealed to Feine. While the Spirits were rather scary, Feine thought they were rather interesting… and deep down, he was happy that they’d appeared. They’d provide something interesting in the dull old world.
Now, at the Academy – Feine takes up his two most powerful weapons, a pen and a lance, to write and fight.

Other: Wooow I wrote a lot more than I thought I would. Sorry if the powers are a little powerful, or if the form's a little big.