Miss Possikelf's Academy for Magical Hybrids // One-On-One // CLOSED

Animal hydrids. Centuries ago, they were a new thing. Tests done by scientists to combine animals and humans. Nowadays, they are everywhere. If you aren't a hybrid, something's wrong with you.
But, hybrids aren't supposed to have magic. In fact, no one is. Except some of them do have magic. Enough to fill a school, apparently. So, if you're a hybrid with magic, you're sent to Miss Possikelf's Academy for Magical Hybrids.
Miss Possikelf started the academy half a century ago, being a hybrid with magic herself. With no one to help her when she was a child, she wanted to help others while she could. So, the academy was born.

I kinda just want to do a hybrid rp, but I want magic. I'd like this to mainly be about them discovering themselves and their powers, maybe with a romantic subplot.
Yeah. I'll post a template if someone actually wants to join.

(If no one else joins, can I? I know we've already been in a bunch of rps together, so if you want to give the role to someone else, I'm fine with that.)

(well considering it's been 12 hours since i posted this and no one else has expressed interest…do you still want to do it?)

(bump?)

(is this open? i'd love to do it if i can!)

(if @PrettyLittlePyro is OK with it, then sure. But they haven't responded yet)

(alright!)

(I am closing it tho, just so no one else will ask to join)

(Sure, @GoblinKing can. Sorry, I've been busy. But they can take the spot!)

(ok, awesome! thanks @PrettyLittlePyro! ill post a template when i can)

(Yup! Enjoy, @GoblinKing!)

( @PrettyLittlePyro thank you so much!)

(No problem!)

(sorry this took so long, im a master procrastinator)

Name:
Age: (17-18)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Social Status:
Species:
Appearance: (detailed, no links unless described. while some people are more hybrid than others, no one has gotten to the point where they could be considered furries in our society. basically no one has anything further than maybe tufts of animal hair on the side of their head in that sense. ears and tails and that stuff still are a thing though)
Style: (day-to-day clothing)
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
Abilities: (this isn't magic, mainly what they can do just as being the hybrid of their specific species)
Powers: (this is their magical abilities)
Other:

(sweet, thank you! i’ll get this filled out soon, it just might take me a minute since i’m on mobile right now, haha)

(yeah well im gonna be quite a couple hours, im not gonna stay on much longer since its 1:30am
also i high key dont know what animal im gonna do yet, have to sleep on it)

(just a quick question, what exactly do you mean by social status? do you mean class?)

(alright, no problem!)

(social status: like Middle class, rich people, royalty of sorts, dirt poor)

(cool, cool, thank you)

Name: Cyrus “Cliff” Bailey
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Social Status: Working class
Species: Texas Longhorn
Appearance: Cyrus is roughly 5’5”, broad-shouldered, and stocky. His skin is tanned from working outside, and his entire body is covered in dark freckles. He’s got pale, vitiligo-esque patches on his skin (NOTE- These parts of his skin are not vitiligo, although they appear that way. Cyrus was born with them, and as a result, they did not form/grow over time or appear randomly, and can freckle.). He’s got auburn hair, buzzed down short, with some darker patches, as well as small grey ones. Cyrus has large horns (longhorn cattle), and a sort of cow’s tail, as well as protruding ears.
Style: (day-to-day clothing) Cyrus much prefers comfort and functionality over style. He normally wears earthy and neutral tones, generally sticking to a plain t-shirt and bluejeans with work boots over anything fancy. He’s got a septum/bull ring, as well as a bright yellow cow tag earring on his left ear.
Personality: Loyal, realist, dependable, crass, observant, extremely blunt, bullheaded (ahem), stubborn, and he’s got a spitfire temper.
Likes: Working with his hands, being outside, cooking, playing his guitar, whittling, small children, folk music, gardening, history, and bonfires
Dislikes: Water, authority, cold weather, know-it-alls, baking, silence, and bees
Background: Born on a ranch in Texas, Cyrus’ large family was essentially homesteading the best that they could. Cyrus is the middle child of nine. He was sent to Miss Possikelf’s because of his parents’ inability to help him control and grow in his abilities, not because they were ashamed or upset (although the family’s reputation could’ve played a tiny role).
Abilities: Cyrus, as a result of his hybridization, can comfortably withstand incredibly hot and incredibly cold temperatures and fight quite well.
Powers: Clay manipulation, as well as healing minor injuries using earth (he, in theory, could heal major wounds too, although it would take a lot of energy)
Other: Cyrus’s got a thick Southern drawl.

(is he alright? the backstory is a little bare bones, but please tell me if anything needs to be done to this!)

(he's cool. there's gonna be a little bit before i can post my character, but ill get them up as soon as i can)

(alright, no problem!)

Name: Vivian 'Viv' Posikolf - "No, I am not related to the woman who founded this academy. She is Possikelf, I am Posikolf. One 's' and an 'o' instead of an 'e'. They're two different names."
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Social Status: Princess of Faolind, first in line
Species: Grey Wolf
Appearance: Viv has pale skin with a few freckles here and there. Her eyes are a pale blue and she has no whites of her eyes, much like wolf. Her hair is mostly grey, with white and black highlights through it. It is slightly wavy and reaches the middle of her back. Her teeth are also quite sharp, sharper than any of her other family members.
Viv has larger ears than a wolf's would normally be, having to accommodate for basic human anatomy. The bottom of her ears start where the bottom of her human ears would be. They continue in the usual shape and the tips are around 5cm above her head. She also has a large, bushy tail that is roughly 30cm in length. Both are wolf (ears and tail), and she can move them independently.
Style: Anything comfortable. She hates dresses, because they involve a hole that constricts her tail. She much prefers jeans, as even though those have holes they don't constrict her tail all that much. She likes hoodies and simple t-shirts. Many of her shoes, whether they are boots or sneakers, have an imprint of a wolf paw.
Personality: Generous and kind, Viv doesn't care for where she's from. She would rather make a name for herself as Viv than a princess or queen. She is defiant and confident, and would much rather be battle than staying at home. She is really sweet until you get on her bad side.
Likes: Music, archery, guys who can sing high and low, her brother
Dislikes: Being the future queen, fuckboys, people who piss her off
Background: Viv is the first person in her family to have powers. They've been grey wolf hybrids for centuries, but she's the only one to have magic of any kind. Surprisingly, Viv's younger brother Elijah also has magic, more specifically electricity manipulation. Viv was born with her magic, as was Elijah. She began to attend the academy at age 13, and Elijah joined at 13 four years later.
Viv loves to do archery and play violin. She is really good at archery due to her heightened senses, and she just loves the violin.
Abilities: Viv has exceptional hearing, sight and smell. She is quite fast and really strong, as well as being extremely agile.
Powers: Viv has a mixture of geokinesis and agrokinesis. She is able to control both the earth itself and plant life. She can manipulate them and sprout them from thin air. She uses the geokinesis more often.
Other:

Viv looked up at the huge boarding school. It was her fifth and last year attending, and she couldn't wait. "Another year, huh sis?" A voice said, and she looked to see her brother Elijah standing next to her.
"Yeah, your second and my last. Guess this time next year I'll be Queen."
"You're not excited, are you?"
"No. I don't like this place…but I'd rather be Vivian here than a queen at home."
A loud sound came from behind them, and they turned to see their chauffeur. He was trying to get all four of their bags out. And Viv knew for a fact that those were heavy. She shot some vines out to pull them out of the trunk and onto the ground. Then she grabbed her own two bags with the vines and sent them up to her room.
"Thank you, Princess Vivian. I will be off. Goodbye, Princess Vivian, Prince Elijah."
"Bye, Alfred!" Elijah called out after the chauffeur.
"His name's not Alfred, Elijah."
"It's not?"
"No, it's William. Alfred's off vacationing with his wife."
"He is?"
"Yes! Now go put your bags in your room."

(sorry this was a longer starter, it just made more sense to put that all in one thing)

(i don’t mind! it gives me more to work with)

Cliff stretched, hopping out of the grubby pickup truck. He slung a large canvas duffel bag over his shoulder, crouching down to meet the eyes of a handful of small children. They had horns as well, certainly not as large as his, but they would grow eventually.

“I’ll see y’all in a few months, alright? You know the drill. I’m gone a little bit, come back a little back, then I’m gone again. Nothin’ y’all ain’t ever been through before.” Cliff ruffled their hair, letting one or two of the kids climb up onto his shoulders as he stood.

Two adults, presumably Cliff’s parents, exited the truck as well. They picked the kids off of his shoulders.

“We’re going to miss you, Cliff. Remember to keep those grades of yours high.” Cliff’s mother hugged him tightly, only letting go once Cliff pulled away.

“‘S ma’am. I gotta go inside now, but I’ll keep in touch. Don’t you worry about me.”

"Bye sis!" Elijah cried out, running to his room. He then remembered that he needed his bag and came back to grab them, dragging them behind him. Viv watched him go with a smile. Then it disappeared. There's so much stuff I wish I could tell you but can't.

Cliff walked inside, trying his best not to get caught in any doorways or hit anyone with his horns. His room was a bit of a walk, but that was alright- after all, he knew the school corridors like the back of his hand at this point.

"I suppose I should go in now," Viv said to herself, walking in. Very little people knew of her status, many of them thinking she was simply middle class. She wanted to keep it that way, since people didn't need to know who she really was."

After dropping off his stuff, Cliff searched his pockets for his class schedule. It should’ve been there, but for some reason it wasn’t. He groaned, wrinkling his nose as he realized that he had to wait in line at the office to get a new copy.