Markus et Drasil  
Emplacement : Académie Pakora
  

Markus a regardé la grosse bully comme la grosse bull girl vient de monter et gifler son arme. Toute autre personne aurait pu réagir d'une manière plus vive à la bulle étroite entre eux, mais il a simplement continué à rester là. Presque comme un cadavre. C'est choquant. Pourtant, la chat fille ne parlait pas beaucoup de toute façon donc ce n'était pas comme s'il avait quelqu'un d'autre à réagir... sauf les nouveaux.
L'indécédé n'a pas beaucoup d'esprit Drasil. De même, la fille ne lui a pas non plus beaucoup donné d'esprit. Alors qu'il était adressé par le nouveau garçon, il s'est tourné vers lui avec une expression terne. Markus. C'est tout, a-t-il dit, en laissant ça à ça. Tout ce qu'il était, c'était son arme qui braquait avec de gros rires dans son étui. Une paire étrange qu'ils ont faite en effet.
Je ne fais rien, hein? Ne joue pas à l'imbécile avec moi! » Drasil a dit férocement, le vent commence à prendre par son éblouissement seul. Un éblouissement tourbillonnant a été placé sur Ascot avant qu'elle n'écoute réellement ses paroles. Frowning, elle a croisé les bras comme dans la pensée profonde avant de soupirer. Oui, je suppose qu'on ne peut pas l'aider. Les chiffres que vous voulez un autographe du vôtre vraiment.
Il n'y a pas de mauvaise idée, la dame!Le pistolet est sorti de sa position. Il parle des Tits du Thunder là-bas, ahahah! Oui, elle a eu un grand rack sur elle, donc ça n'a de sens que pourquoi il voulait une interview personnelle-- Malheureusement la voix dure a été coupée car Markus a placé sa main sur sa hanche une fois de plus, gardant l'arme loin de la vue.
Drasil a rétréci les yeux, regardant Ascot et Taura. Elle n'était pas sûre de l'aspect qui l'irritait; le fait que ce garçon demandait le taureau stupide pour le fait qu'il demandait son taureau stupide. Quoi qu'il en soit, elle a donné à tous les deux un regard de mort à travers les yeux étroits. Peut-être que je devrais vous jeter tous les deux dans une torsion...

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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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