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A city where demons and humans coexist
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☛ | BIOLOGY | ☚
「01.」 Supernatural
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▾ ⋮ name: Ethan Kenneth Laveau Troy Kione (prefers Troy)
▾ ⋮ species: ??? Unknown (possibly a Witch or maybe an Elemental)
▾ ⋮ power lvl: 5
▾ ⋮ wealth : 5 Middle Class

「02.」Age
━━━ 17
▾ ⋮ place of birth: New Orleans, Louisiana
▾ ⋮ influence: Moon
▾ ⋮ year: 7
▾ ⋮ house: Elderlock

「03.」Disposition
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▾ ⋮ personality:
+▻positive<+
+>Sincere - Any action that Troy is willing to do comes from the heart. Anything he says is stated for the ears around him. He thinks each word through carefully before speaking and tries to make everyone see his intentions no matter what the circumstance might be. If he curses someone it isn't something he would think about later because deep down he meant for it to be done.
+>Respectable - Being a guy who doesn't hold shame in his actions he has gained a lot of hate, but also a lot of respect. Most won't cross him because they know he doesn't care to tell it like it is. If you need advice and don't wish to get hurt in the process Troy is the wrong guy to see. It's his openness that makes and breaks his friendships. However, he has proven himself time and time again to many that he truly is an all-around great guy. He is kind, but hurtful, if giving the truth doesn't earn someone some respect then nothing should.
+>Mellow - Very laid-back and down-to-earth, Troy isn't one to get involved with people's drama. He keeps his own qualities in check so fewer have things to run their mouths about. He doesn't ever get upset by someone else's problems, no matter how much he really cares. He can often come across as a pretentious snob, but those that no him can say he is more of one to only be concerned with the things that can be changed.
+>Eloquent -Wording things the right way helps in athletics, but it can also help out his many friends. He is a persuasive guy and can get a crowd excited for almost anything. It almost seems like persuasion is one of his abilities or at least suggestion is.
+>Encouraging - What makes Troy a good friend is his lack of care for self-pity, but he isn't going to kick someone while they are down. He will be the guy to lift someone up out of their cloud and into the sun. He doesn't like seeing depression in others nor does he care for the words "try", "can't", & "won't". For Troy if you are breathing then you should hold the will to do anything.
+>Open - An entirely overt personality, not just his behavior. Everything he does is seen by someone and for him it is meant to be seen by someone. He is the sort that will do things to get noticed by himself more so than others, but he likes the attention. Anything that might pop into his head will surely bolt from his mouth.
+>Optimistic - Being mellow and encouraging to friends isn't an easy task for just anyone. He was born happy and if ever a dark side came over Troy...well, it hasn't happened yet to know what would.
+>Intuitive - Clairvoyant, really, Troy holds such intuition in life that he always has a plan. He says it comes to him and he does it, but in reality his own future can be seen as he sleeps and his goals to be pursued are already laid down for him. He is able to know everyone's past and a lot of their secrets. It is mostly done through touch, but the poor guy hasn't even figured that fact out about himself, yet.

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<-Bossy - Demanding is an understatement. Once he gets volunteers all he has to do is speak and get the job done. He is not one to sit back and watch others work and he is certainly not the sort to work while others sit back. When Troy has become frustrated in any manner of speaking he will let everyone know just why he is so frustrated until everyone that isn't doing feels lesser than what they are.
<-Self-involved - "Image is everything so if you can't look good for yourself why should you try looking good for someone else?" Troy knew very well that image wasn't everything, but throughout his life he has always pushed to impress himself rather than be held at a standard by others.
<-Apathetic - Due to his open mouth and sincerity it has been known for Troy to come across as an apathetic loser. He doesn't look at the fact that Susie's grandmother passed away today and how she must feel about it. He looks at the fact that Susie's grandmother has died and all she is doing to make the dead broad proud is sulking in her own misery over a death that wasn't her own.
<-Stubborn - If you think he is bossy don't try arguing with him because you will see quickly when he makes his mind up it is made up indefinitely.
<-Overambitious - Coming across as a pretentious snob can get some dirty looks, but Troy never does something he cannot do well. If made to do something he is unable to do he will quickly figure it out, but he has not been pushed as far as talents and know-how to discover something he hasn't already learned.
<-Unorthodox - It's not his fault he knows how to do something in the easiest way possible. He just gets things done better and correctly when he doesn't do it the way everyone else would. It took a lot of time for his professors to recognize his radical behavior. Troy was always putting two and two together before the lesson on what two and two were could be finished.

▾ ⋮ history:
▻ Born to Jude Samael Kione and Anaïca Roseline Obayana aka Marie Catherine Laveau, both coming from great lineages of Sparks all of which have been blessed magically as Witches, Sorcerers, Enchantresses, & even Archdemons. Jude's father was a well practiced Voodoo King in the town of New Orleans, but his family was not nearly as notable as his beloved. Marie took on many alias's through the centuries. It was Jude's act to invoke her spirit that brought them together. During a regular ceremony used to invoke the loa and take possession by one Jude summoned Marie Laveau to give him answers about the recovery of his townspeople after a great storm. However, Marie did not take possession of anyone involved during the ceremony. Instead she arose from the flames as flesh and blood. As a Voodoo Queen Marie was believed to be the host to many great and terrible forces. Most not ever truly seeing the power brought on by voodoo ceremonies fled upon her arrival. Jude remained still seeking his answers and Marie was happy to oblige him. He recognized her not as a spirit but a person who like him needed help of some kind. In return for her aid Jude offered Marie anything she desired. For Jude her request was odd, but manageable, she desired another heir. "Give me blood of my blood and give me light of your soul. Grant me by the mothering moon and fathering sun the pains of labor of the forgotten nameless people."
Jude obliged the Voodoo Queen of old and laid with her in an almost ritualistic form of intercourse which took place in the embers of their sacrificial fire. Once the ritual had been performed Marie could only smile promising Jude a thousand years of peace for his people. Then she bellowed out to the skies with tears of great pain as if she were just starting to feel the flames kiss her skin. Jude still felt cold in the fire, but watched as a body formed between them. Marie spoke in her spirity way, "Blood of my blood, Light of Man, I give from the moon and sun a boy to the earth. Ethan Kenneth Laveau Troy Kione shall bear the trait of the flame just as I have bore him to the flame." Marie remained in the physical world in complete physical form. She informed Jude of how she has lived for centuries walking among mankind and watching over her people. How her death was only visible to those who could not see beyond the spirit cloud. Marie remained in New Orleans with her new lover and their baby boy. Marie often spoke to her magically born baby, "You, Troy, shall be like the city of your name and face a great war that will be remembered into many ages." Troy was raised by Marie in a beauty parlor she opened not far from their home. They lived in her old district in the French Quarter and ensured that Troy grew up learning a number of languages. French, German, English, Creole, Spanish and Latin were all the languages Marie Laveau taught her son. Her alias in New Orleans during the current age was Anaïca Roseline Obayana. Jude knew his father as a Sorcerer Voodoo King, but Jude was not nearly as powerful as his father only being a mortal with spark bloodline. Marie however was something of both the spirit world and the physical world. She was the hybrid Witch Demon who was followed and still followed as a great leader to the colored residence of New Orleans. Marie made sure that Jude knew all about the world of Portermount and where their son would go to be fully educated in his abilities. Honestly, Jude kept it secret from Marie that he wished their son to not be a Spark, but instead entirely ordinary. However, nothing could be hidden from Marie as she knew a great deal of many things.
Troy was brought up with both Catholic and Voodoo religious influence. His mother taught him the voodoo witch practices which actually work for real Sparks. She also taught him demon magic as well as other forms. While those of the mundane arts would find Marie and Troy's practices unholy she ensured he kept it silent until he was of age to leave for Portermount. Given that Jude was entirely human a professor did indeed present the letter to further inform Jude of what Troy is to expect in the other realm of Portermount.
Marie still visits Troy in his dreams sometimes bringing Jude along for the ride, but both parents agreed that Troy was safest in Portermount until he had full control over his abilities. Attending the school wasn't a problem. Troy made friends quickly always having a smile to share with someone and often giving great advice even when he wasn't asked for it. Troy made a name for himself at the school being a member of the top gossip for nearly four years, but slowly he just began to blend in with the crowds and make many lasting friendships for years to come.

▾ ⋮ lineage:
▻ mother - (sparked) Witch-Demon/Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau/Anaïca Roseline Obayana, very very old woman with the beauty of a nymph.
▻ father - (mundane) From a great family of Sparks Jude Samael Kione, age 46

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Morgan woke up and got out of bed rather quickly. He brewed some coffee and grabbed the morning school news letter at his front door. Walking toward the patio, coffee in hand and careful not to spill a single drop, the breeze caught him by surprise. The sun was shining into every window and the breeze seemed perfect with the crisp morning air. However, for the professor walking around in his night shorts the breeze wavered his grasp on the mug allowing several drops of the hot brew to splash over his legs and feet. "Damn it!" He cursed aloud having no mind for his neighbors as they were all adults with few to no children in their quarters. Even though, it felt like only days ago when he graduated he still felt the ages creeping onto him. He felt empty for some reason and he felt a void within him. If Addermire was facing dangers it couldn't be recognized. The only problem that Morgan was facing this early was hot soaked shorts and sticky feet with quickly evaporating sugar puddles all over his patio. He downed the remaining swallow of java and turned for his shower. Even if he wasn't in his true Kelpie form the water still seemed to relax him. He didn't know how he was even going to get started this morning. He felt as if he were in a mental fog.
Morgan got out of the shower and dried off. He moved t his walk-in closet and started to pulling on some briefs and pants. He decided to go with a bluish-grey tone for his suit. He pulled on his vest after buttoning his shirt. Slowly he tucked the shirt tails into his pants and zipped up. He stood in front of his bedroom mirror for at least an hour getting his hair ready and shaving where he was the scraggliest. He finished shaving and threw his towel to the floor as he finished tying up his neck tie he started brushing his teeth. From there he pulled up black socks and slipped his black leather shoes on. He pulled a brown leather belt around his waist, careful not to miss any of his pants loops. Morgan finally felt his day was almost ready to start. He felt so groggy as if something was holding him back while something else was pulling him forward. Sitting at his dining table he watched the students in the courtyard filing toward the school for their morning courses. Slowly, he began to cut open a pomegranate. He glanced over the school news letter finding nothing interesting being published. A few warnings of criminal activity in Syracuse and a few memorials for those lost and forgotten. Did that just say that the chess club was going to the championships? Oh, they were short two people before they could enter...That sounds more correct. He brewed another cup of coffee before finishing his fruit and paper. Finally he was ready to get the day started it wasn't going to take long to get it over with. Today he only had three classes which meant the shopping weekend was nearing and he would probably be placed as a chaperone to the younger students able to enter Syracuse.
Not only did Morgan have a passion for teaching students to be better people, but he also had a passion for children. If love ever found him, in whatever form it might come, Morgan would adore the raising of children of his own. He never found too many people attractive or at least relationship material. He wanted to raise the perfect family and as an adult he had to be a model citizen while also maintaining bachelor status. He wouldn't dream of flirting with a student, but he feels each student he encounters has a problem that he can help them face. Some have mistaken this for flirting in the past and had to be shot down rather quickly. Morg wasn't one to seek out love...He just held the hope that it would seek him out and that he hadn't missed it right in front of him already.

Character recap: (Info not all included in profiles.)
House Students:
Elderlock*7th Years:
Troy Kione
Zayn Perun
Brigmore*5th Years:
Nash Ornell
*7th Years:
Adonis Nirandrax
Saffron*5th Years:
Adrien Balearic
*7th Years:
Cethin Orpheus
Void*Omit*
Professors:
*Morgan Cheval/ Transfiguration Professor, before graduating as a 7th year from Addermire, had a fling with a beautiful nymph this fling led to the production of an offspring which he became entirely unaware of. Morgan's unknown son just happens to be Nash Ornell. Morgan never has sought the nymph as she moved back to her forest village and became the village healer. As for his son he has only served as his professor once. in the boys first year, but expects a lot more of him now he can transform into a bee. Their father son bond is entirely non-existant, but perhaps someone knows more than they let on at the school and perhaps Nash may come to meet his real parents or at least one of them.
*Julien Bellamy/ Psychology Professor, Being a teacher that others are warned about, Bellamy is strict and to the book. He doesn't believe in nonsense and is certainly to the point in all his lessons. Prof. Bellamy seems dark compared to others of his kind and for one born under the Sun. He clearly holds secrets, but no one is brave enough to ask questions.

@ Pika, I personally think Jason Carver would do well with Morgan Nerius Cheval you can locate him in his apartment if you like

Apartment for Morgan Cheval please
Zayn kept his head down as he stood finding the winds and storm easy enough to tolerate before everything suddenly felt like it was turning inside out. The entire room turned into a void of storm and now the floor seemed entirely distant as it vanished into nothing. "What's happening?! Stop this!" He urged their instructor, but he knew better than to expect anything less than what was happening now. Zayn felt weightless in the room which was now a darkness filled with eyes. He couldn't muster a single bit of his storm to his will. He felt nauseous and could feel the blood leaving his face. If it were ever possible for a Ventus to be afraid of falling this was that moment. He had been rendered useless in battle just by losing the tiniest bit of focus. The classroom was no longer present and for Zayn neither was the class. He felt his vision tunnel and that was it for him before he blacked out entirely. He felt his body going limp and cold and for a fraction of a moment he actually thought he might be dying.

Okay okay so please correct me,if I'm wrong.
Primordials made portermount in ancient times like ancient Greek and ancient Egyptian times. There they locked the third primordial away within addermire. Thousands of years later chaos breaks free, chronologically merely a week ago.
I read the plot,but I think I'm missing something just trying to figure out what.

Really I didnt even finish edits

I already got him as Transfiguration

@pika, thanks that would be great!