Merci, Edward! Et, oui, audacieux, Ascot dit, tout en se tournant vers Odette, et disant:
"Je veux qu'on soit amis aussi. Est-ce possible?" Résistez à l'envie de flirter!
Il muserait alors à propos d'Edward. Une personne gentille et amicale dont les yeux montrent le plus bref aperçu d'un grand fardeau, mais qui est vraiment optimiste malgré tout. Et rapide à accepter l'amitié quand il a été donné sincèrement; Ascot est rapidement tombé dans l'écrasement sans rétribution sur le gars.
Il semble qu'il soit susceptible de devenir le centre du groupe, à ce rythme... Il brouillait alors :
"Donc, de toute façon, une installation amusante, n'est-ce pas? Une zone de trêve entre le ciel et l'enfer, ainsi qu'un président de corps étudiant qui sait quand ne pas être sérieux, tout en obtenant l'information requise à travers." Un coup d'oeil sur Olette et Kyoko, et les deux verraient un flash de blessure dans les yeux d'Ascot, un flash de blessure qui ne pouvait pas être caché à Edward aussi bien. Si le pouvoir de l'autre garçon de percer l'illusion et la tromperie lui permettait de lire les esprits, il verrait le demi-séraphin penser :
Une âme noble, gentille et optimiste, accablée d'un grand poids. Une personnalité magnétique et amicale méritant l'amour et la fidélité. Je veux lui donner mon cœur, je veux lui donner mon service! Je veux être son chevalier, sa flamme et sa rose, mais hélas, la biologie nous sépare dans un golfe que je ne devrais pas oser traverser!
Pour revenir à Kyoko, Ascot sourit, et dit :
"En effet, je me sens béni d'être dans une académie comme celle-ci."
Cerdic Wessex

Height
5ft
Age
15
Gender
Male.
Race
Formerly Human (Noble Arms Wielder), now a Human/Noble Arm hybrid, aka a completely new species of Demi-Human.
Power
Noble Arm (The Bracers/Gauntlets of Grief) - In Cerdic's old world, a small percentage of humans can automatically manifest a mystic weapon,made up of unknown materials of supernatural durability and sharpness, but also light as air. This 'Noble Arm', the term for such weapons in Cerdic's world, can be conjured up as long as long as the weilder is awake and lucid, as it is a part of his or her being the moment it first appeared.
But now, the accident that transported Cerdic had fused him with his weapon permanently, marking him as no longer human. Those who look at him can see two bracers fused into his skin, with burnt scar tissue around them, a symbol of the price he had to pay for personal peace. With each type of power used, these bracers can expand into gauntlets or even armor, armor that is also fused to his flesh, further diliuting what remains of his humanity...
Famine - When Famine is activated, Cerdic's bracers expand into gauntlets made up of metal plates the color of parched earth, which can devour any attack that isn't physical in nature, aka anything that isn't fists, bullets, or thrown objects.
Pestilence - The armor plates, turn black, and crawl up to the rest of the arms, ending at the shoulder, and are still fused to Cerdic's body, grating additional protection. But the real danger is that when Cedric touches someone, he can infect his opponent with a range of negative effects based on how long he is in contact with his target; a few seconds mean dizziness, a minute means temporary paralysis.
War - The armor plates now crawl to cover the rest of the body, turning into shiny steel covered with blood spatters; this metal can withstand bullets and even railguns, and enhances speed, strength, and endurance to absurd levels. However, this requires the Famine skill to absorb a huge amount of power, enough to destroy a house.
Death - The armor, now covering Cedric's body, turns pure white, like ivory, and when Cerdic's life is truly threatened, emits a pulse of dark power that shuts down the brains of ordinary humans, killing them instantly unless defillbirated in five minutes. This desperation move only works on ordinary humans, and not half-humans, humans with magical powers, or humans with certain mystic relics...
Personality
Cerdic's main goal is this, to stay in the world of Pakora, where, he presumes, a different set of 'natural laws' prevent people from realizing the full ramifications of a world where some people, like him, have powers that set themselves apart from the rest of 'normal' humanity. These powers, from his experience, lead to a cycle of hatred and oppression (and granted, also Symbiosis), a cycle that had hurt him deeply, causing him to want to escape, and forget about such worlds...
Background
"You may not believe this - then again, this is a school known for weird things - but I come from a parallel universe. In this parallel world, there are only humans, it's just that since the forties', a small percentage of them are able to manifest magical weapons connected to one's hard and soul, called Noble Arms," Cedric would then turn towards the nearest mirror, measuring his expression as he thought of the best way to appeal to his imaginary audience.
"Those people who manifest Noble Arms learn how to use them in special 'Academies', like yours'," he imagined he was talking to people from Pakora, before continuing, "and I was no exception. I was born to a family of sportsmen - mostly swimmers - some of whom were 'lucky' to have moderately powerful Noble Arms. That was a happy life; I learned to swim, to run, to fence, as well as how to read, write, and do sums. Then my Noble Arm just had to manifest, and I had to go to the nearest Academy, one near Boston. I found out then that my Noble Arm was powerful enough to warrant me mandatory military service. A kid, faced with the life of a soldier just because of something he can't help!"
Facing the nearest mirror or reflective surface, Cerdic would continue, casting aside his emotional defenses, letting his lips scrunch up and his eyes open wide to show his pain. Then he would continue, his voice trembling:
"But despite that, I was still happy, I had friends, things were as ordinary as could be and my family made plans to make sure that my future service was as light as possible. Knowing them, things would have panned out if not for future events," Cedric's face hardened again, freezing with resentment.
"Then one day, a group called the 'Disablers', a terrorist group of normal human beings who thought of Noble Armsmen as inhuman monsters who would tread on humans one day, attacked my academy while we were asleep, using snipers, poison gas, assault rifles, and other ways of getting around the weakness of Noble Arms - the fact that one has to be awake and lucid to conjure them up. They were murdering us, they were murdering children, and they had to be stopped. So I killed them." Cerdic's composure wavers for a moment, then he continues:
"As I said, I killed them! And as I heard their dying screams of 'monster', 'terror', and the rictus of their dying faces as I activated Death, I saw why they wanted to kill us - we were a threat!" Cedric laughs, his voice dry and disbelieving, and faces his imaginary audience, then continues:
"I hated it, I hated myself, and so I did a foolish thing; my armor - which didn't fuse into my flesh at that time - grew a spike, which I drove into the ground; draining the earth of its energy; the resulting backlash would obliterate the remains of my former school, now a charnel house. And it worked, it worked, I used Famine while driving the spike into the world, and created a rift, the very portal that brought me to this world, to Pakora Academy itself."
"And I'm not coming back, I'm not coming back to my world. I'm staying here, you hear me?!" Tears fall from his eyes. "So please, let me make a new start..."
Likes
Men
Women
Sweets
Sports
Spars
Forgetfulness
Dislikes
Human Supremacists
Non-Human Supremacists
Being Alone
The prospect of going back
Theme