Corbomite Academy

A lone campus, lost in myth and legend. Content in obscurity. Comfortably hidden within trees and mist and other ominous looking things. A gently sloping hill, and at the top, a sign. No not that kind of sign, a real sign, made of wood and stuff.

Corbomite Academy

How long it has stood no one knows. There are no admission fees or enrollment processes. You simply wake up here, expected to assimilate into life as normal within the Academy’s walls. It is not a school of great power, but it does contain great powers. The children who are brought to this Academy are almost always destined for something greater in life. All who are brought before these doors are special in some way, maybe they are not human, or maybe they have some sort of powers. They are all remarkable in some way, and here they are taught to use that, to keep it from the rest of society, but use it to further the world as a whole. When they graduate from this Academy they are expected to do something grand with what they have. And they do, almost always.

At Corbomite the classes are small and the teachers are skilled, previous graduates themselves. When a new child appears in a dorm, it is up to the other students to welcome them and show them how things work at the Academy. The rules are not to be questioned, and newcomers are expected to go about as if they had always been there.

Above the Academy the sky begins to glitter, fading gently from a velvet black as the sun arises, the building is a pale grey stone, faded with age, but the sprawling gardens are kept meticulous and perfect. An unnecessary precaution, as there are never more than a handful of students at the school. It’s pure massive size suggests that at one point there were many, many students attending. What happened, no one can be sure, but the numbers began to dwindle and fade, and teachers and administrators began to fade into obscurity. The history of Corbomite was lost.

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At Corbomite there are four classes of Students.

Dazeds – Those who had just arrived, First Years
Lings – Short for Younglings, Second Years
Ments – Short for Mentors, Third Years, generally the ones who help Dazeds.
Grads – Fourth Years, those who have or are closest to graduating.

There is no real uniform, the only thing required is a blue tie that has the school Crest on it. It must be worn at all times outside the Students personal rooms.

Teacher slots are also available. There are not set classes so your teacher can teach whatever you please, so long as I approve it. And chances are I will.

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Full Name: Nikkei M. Harada
Age: 17
DOB: May 30
Race: Switcher
Year: Ment
Appearance: Nikkei isn’t the tallest; she stands at 5’2”, 5’4” if you count the two inch tall heels of her fondly dubbed “Hooker Boots.” Nikkei is a Switcher who favors Half-Forms, keeping the general shape of a human while acquiring features of another creature. She will often change her form for no apparent reason other than that she can. Nikkei is always found in a pair of camouflage pants, usually standard army issue that she stole from her dad, but her shirt changes often. Recently she has taken to wearing a white shirt with a large cross on it, bearing the words Seven Sins on the arms of the cross. On top of this she wears the tie required of all students bearing the school crest. Her skin is pale with a slight hint of red suggesting at her Native American background, and her hair is blonde, falling to just past her shoulder blades. Her bangs frame her face and are dyed a brilliant blue, standing out against the mess of dark-blonde. Her blue eyes are hidden behind the square, bronze frame of her glasses, which she cannot see without and has no depth perception when lacking.
Personality: Nikkei is a spazz. Short and simple. She is rash and blunt and loud and obnoxious and there are many words used against her, most of which she just nods and smiles at. But her personal favorite is mercurial, though she could also be considered bi-polar. No one mood lasts long with her, and insults means she loves you. It’s when she’s being nice to you that you should probably start fearing for your life. Nikkei is one for dragging people along against their will and is overall a stubborn, incessant, violent person.
But she loves hugs, and cookies. So if you somehow manage to bake Hug Cookies she will probably love you forever.
Other: Is known for collecting random animals as pets. Though her only real one is Cinny, a sugar glider that is constantly clinging to her.


Full Name: Teran M. Misaki
Age: 16
DOB: December 13
Race: Half Demon, Half Switcher
Year: Ling
Appearance: Human Appearance - Teran stands at 5'4" when barefoot (5'5" with shoes), and weighs 104 pounds. She is a little under average build, with very little muscle mass. She has short, layered, slightly spiked hair that comes down to the base of her neck. Her natural hair color is silvery with light brown tints, but she always keeps it dyed black with the tips dyed blood red. Her ears are naturally pointed at the tips and her canine teeth curve slightly into fangs. The shirt she wears varies, but for pants, she usually wears either her black Tripp pants (the ones with the portal to Hammerspace in the right pocket) or a pair of dark blue jeans, always accented with her studded black leather belt. When she has her katana, Treason, with her, she wears a dark red belt with the word 'Treason' embossed in black ink around her hip that she straps her katana to. She always keeps a small bracelet around her left wrist with thirteen wooden beads (twelve round beads plus a cross) on it.
Half-Demon Appearance – Teran’s Half-Demon form basically looks the same as her Human appearance, but with the addition of horns, wings, and a tail. Her horns curve out from just behind her temples, curve around her ears, and point forward. Her wings are batlike and leathery, and are a dark sandy color. Instead of the traditional spade or triangular tipped tail, the end of Teran’s tail is diamond shaped.
Personality: Teran has a bit of a split personality disorder. She’s a naturally happy person deep down, she just doesn’t show it often. Normally short fused and quick to anger, Teran isn’t one to suffer fools. One minute she can be smiling and drinking hot cocoa, and the next second, someone can say something insulting and get the mug smashed over their head. Teran has very few serious triggers, but heaven help you if accidently find one.
Other: Teran has a bullet hole scar above and slightly to the right of her left breast.


Full Name: Shika "Silvera" Silyvant
Age: 17
DOB: April 1st
Race: Turkish Angora Cat Demon
Year: Grads
Appearance: Five foot eight, chocolate brown skin; Shika appears to be if anything perfectly human if one can excuse the milky white hair, cat ears and tail. Slitted mismatched eyes of blue and gold are almost always hidden by a pair of dark shades, studded with rhinstones along the corners. As for her white hair, it is always kept in a ponytail held in place by a pair of fuzzy black bobbles. One of Shika's most distinguishing features is not her mismatched eyes, or startling white hair but rather the fact that she has two pairs of perfectly functional ears. One being the feline pair, and the other being fairly more humanoid.
Shika's 'uniform' consists of a black, red and white vest, the blue tie that all students must wear, a black, red and white arm band riddled with safety pins and tacking pins. Around her waist is usually a pair of black, silver studded belts with a small pouch carrying all sorts of odd items at her hip. A black skirt, stopping just above her knee and black knee-high boots studded with rhinestones and just general studs complete her outfit. Of course, this is if she isn't wearing one of her signature hoodies with the school crest stitched onto the arm.
Personality: Generally silent, and highly observant Shika isn't exactly one to be the center of attention unless she's on one of her spazfests. Known to switch between first and third person at the drop of a hat, this one's apparently not entirely 'all here' or to put it simply...Shika's insane. Completely and utterly insane at best. Passionately violent and violently passionate, she's the kind to kick first and ask questions later. Other than that, Shika's quite the friendly person, if need be and won't try to kill you unless you manage to piss her off.
Other: Shika's often seen with a little red wyvern and a randomly appearing full length scythe. Oh and...don't mention anything about her name or you'll be meeting that little wyvern or her scythe.

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Full Name: Ookami Tsubaki Koinu
Age: ???
DOB: December 15th
Race: Wolf Demon
Class: Hand to Hand/PE
Appearance: Standing at a stunning 6'8" without her six inch Heels, she's very curvy, and seductive, wearing a black low cut tank top with red hakama, either being barefoot, or in her six inch purple boots. Her hair is long and black, in a braid, her ears slightly pointed, and eyes being a purpley-blue. She wears a single jewel given to her by her mother. She also has a long canine-like tail.
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Personality: Loud and slightly obnoxious, she relates well to the students, and is insanely protective of them. It's rumored she's killed another teacher because they were abusing a student.
Other: A lot of rumors fly around the school about her. She tends to let it all roll off her back, wearing a grin. Though she does have her own inner demons, and tends to hide them. It's rumored she lives off campus in the nearby woods, staying in a cave under a waterfall.

Current Events

Principals Current Favorite Punishment: Hanging by the toes from a tree.

Current Time: Monday Morning, first day back from Spring Break.

Upcoming Events: Welcome Back Ceremony.

The first words out of Nikkei’s mouth were “Garuumph senema” as she opened her eyes to find herself face down in her pillow. What this translates to the world may never know, as Nikkei didn’t feel the need to repeat herself to the empty room as she rolled over and hit the floor. The pain was slow to register in her groggy mind, but once it had she found herself conscious enough to pull herself to her feet and take a quick glance around.
Yep, she was back at Corbomite. Which meant Spring Break was over. She had been transported back home for spring break just as spontaneously as she had been brought to Corbomite in the first place. At first she had thought the whole thing to be a dream, but according to her parents it was not, that and she still had that tie. Ahh well, it wasn’t like she didn’t like Corbomite, not having to hide her usual powers was nice after all. Already Nikkei had settled on a half-falcon form, her eyes were black and two large, dirty-brown wings spread from her back. Yeah, today felt like a flying sort of day. Stumbling forward and slightly extending the wings for balance Nikkei aimed for the shower. A burst of cold water woke her up almost all the way, but chances were she wouldn’t be approachable until a nice cup of coffee, or twenty, had hit her system. Drying off she grabbed her pants and the Sevens Sin shirt that had been left on the top of her dirty-clothes pile from before Spring Break. It had a little ketchup stain on the sleeve but other than that it seemed clean. Tugging on her pants on the way out the door Nikkei snatched her tie from the outside doorknob and adjusted it around her neck.
Satisfied with her appearance, even though she had forgotten her boots, Nikkei pointed to the door across from hers. Without so much consideration for whether or not her friend was asleep Nikkei pounded violently on the door.
“I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! IF I HAVE TO GET UP YOU HAVE TO GET UP!” She shouted in between smacks against the solid wood door, “And anyway I need coffee.” She added, though not as loudly. Nikkei stumbled slightly into the wall moments later though, as a small rodent careened into her shoulder and falling before managing to dig it’s claws into Nikkei’s belt loop and scamper back up onto her owners shoulder.
“And Cinny wants coffee too! You know how she gets when there’s no coffee.” Nikkei shouted after a brief conversation with the rodent. Being a Switcher certainly had its advantages; there was never a shortage in conversation. Brushing her bangs from her eyes she hit the door again. “C’Mon Teran! Get up you lazy bum, the Welcome Back Ceremony is today, do you want to get hung from a tree again?”

Awareness hit Teran like a slap to the face. And Teran did not take well to being slapped, physically OR mentally.
Moaning rather pathetically in some weak form of protest, Teran rolled over and took in her surroundings. Yep, dorm room. She was back at Corbomite. Which meant the Welcome Back Ceremony was this morning. This meant that if she skipped it, she’d get hung by her toes from a tree again.
After thinking over her priorities for a few moments, and briefly pondering her friend’s rather violent way of saying “Good Morning.”, she sat up and yelled “I’ll be there in a minute!” before promptly laying back down and folding her left wing over her head to muffle any further sound.

The minute Teran responded without actually opening the door Nikkei knew it was going to take much more drastic measures to get her friend out of bed. “Slip back into my room and get my tools.” She whispered to Cinny, who was perched on her shoulder hissing and spitting at the door. Immediately the rodent shut up and scampered back to the floor, slipping under the door. While waiting Nikkei continued to shout and slam on the door, she didn’t want to raise suspicion after all. Moments later the sugar glider came back pushing a bag of lock-picking tools infront of her. Nodding Nikkei continued to shout as she pulled out what she needed and slid the pick into the lock effortlessly, opening the door. All the locks in this school were the same, and she already knew which picks were needed to open them. As she had hoped the door swung open silently and, without hesitation, Nikkei leapt onto her friends bed.
“WAKE UP SILLY SLEEPY HEAD!” She shouted. She would not be ignored. Not this morning, not when she was going away from her mom’s home-cooking back to standard school food. Sure it was probably better than most schools but it still wasn’t her moms cooking, therefore it was a crime against food everywhere.

Nikkei poked at her friend, sitting up on the bed and glaring down at the half-demon. No, she would not be ignored easily. “Up up up up up up up up up up up up.” She rambled, enunciating each word with a sharp poke. She wanted coffee, and she did NOT want to get up from her toes. Even in bat form Nikkei had never found the concept of hanging upside down very comfortable. And Teran would not get in her trouble, not this time. She would have a goodish breakfast before getting to the ceremony if she had to hogtie her friend and drag her through the hallways.

But where Nikkei wasn’t small enough to get between Teran’s wing, Cinny was. The rodent scampered up the bed and ducked under the wing. In what was obviously a well practiced maneuver the rodent had navigated the dark folds of the blankets and stood proudly in front of Teran’s face. But after only a moments gloating she bite down hard on Teran’s nose, and she wouldn’t let go until the half-demon made her owner please stop shouting.

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