I joined Kathien Academy briefly. I literally joined, waited a few days, then left. I was just too busy and not that interested at the time. I used Caine, who was originally from Bloodmoon, who was later used in Only Echoes.
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Caine Leof Ravewood
Caine. That is his name. It wasn't always his name or maybe it always was, no one will really ever know unless they bother to ask and unless he actually has a mind to tell them. He doesn't talk much of his life before the bombing. You don't know of the bombing? That's good. That's very good. Remain ignorant and you shall be happy. He doesn't really talk at all. You can't tell from first glance, but he was badly injured by the bombing. One went off in his neighborhood and as a result, he now bears a hideous scar from the back of his neck and down his entire back, reaching to his shoulders and wrapping around towards his stomach. It's a strange scar of a crisscrossing pattern, not easily created or healed. He is only sixteen, seemingly too young to bear such a scar or such pain from it, but he does, and he does so silently. He never complains, never speaks up for himself. He stays quiet and out of sight. Some call him shy or timid, but he's not, not really. Ask him to throw himself out on the battlefield and he will do so gladly and with much passion and zeal for the fight, spurred on by his adrenalin and his much suppressed emotion. He's not emo or anything, he just has a hard time expressing and explaining himself. He does so mainly through his artwork and his poetry. Yes, he's an artist of sorts. He always carries a backpack with him and besides the necessities for survival, he always has his various scraps of paper and notebooks and his moderate sized sketchbook stashed inside. He is always scrounging around for pencils and paper, wherever he goes. A blank spot on paper is an open canvas too him. He is always a studious person, so he often enough snags books from various places and disappears into his room or some garden or park to read them. Caine is somewhat of an outcast, even among the strange and bizare people and creatures that make up Kaithien Academy. He knows he has an ability, despite the fact that he can't use it whatsoever. He just has a feeling that he can, a feeling he can't describe, just as he can't really describe anything else. Whenever he tries to use his ability, he says his scar burns him, and that is why he can't. It's not that his scar is the link to his ability, he believes that he was too badly damaged to be able to use... whatever it is... anymore, but he tries sometimes nonetheless. He says he used his ability before, but he never remembers those moments. He only knew he had because someone told him, but those people died before they could tell him what it was he did exactly. Caine doesn't seem to have very good memory besides that. He doesn't even remember his name really, that's why he always says, "You can call me Caine, or anything else you'd prefer." He chose Caine Leof Ravewood as the name he goes by because that's the only name he can remember. It could be the name of a relative or friend, or some stranger he passed on the street. He doesn't know. But Caine Ravewood is the name that sticks out in his mind, so Caine he is. Most people call him Caine, but there are plenty of others who call him other names. He doesn't look like much of a fighter, more or less like a pretty boy with his jet black hair and his icy blue eyes. But never underestimate his skill. He is extremely resourceful, and being an artist and a dreamer, he has invented his own fighting styles and his own weapons. His most preferred weapon and fighting style, well... you'll just have to wait and see. He's always searching for the answer to his abilities, and his memories. He remembers he has a brother. An older brother. But he knows his brother is far, far away. Whenever he's around teachers, he's always asking them things. If they can unlock his ability, if they can see or help him see his supressed memories, but most of the time he's let down and disappointed.
Caine. That is his name. It wasn't always his name or maybe it always was, no one will really ever know unless they bother to ask and unless he actually has a mind to tell them. He doesn't talk much of his life before the bombing. You don't know of the bombing? That's good. That's very good. Remain ignorant and you shall be happy. He doesn't really talk at all. You can't tell from first glance, but he was badly injured by the bombing. One went off in his neighborhood and as a result, he now bears a hideous scar from the back of his neck and down his entire back, reaching to his shoulders and wrapping around towards his stomach. It's a strange scar of a crisscrossing pattern, not easily created or healed. He is only sixteen, seemingly too young to bear such a scar or such pain from it, but he does, and he does so silently. He never complains, never speaks up for himself. He stays quiet and out of sight. Some call him shy or timid, but he's not, not really. Ask him to throw himself out on the battlefield and he will do so gladly and with much passion and zeal for the fight, spurred on by his adrenalin and his much suppressed emotion. He's not emo or anything, he just has a hard time expressing and explaining himself. He does so mainly through his artwork and his poetry. Yes, he's an artist of sorts. He always carries a backpack with him and besides the necessities for survival, he always has his various scraps of paper and notebooks and his moderate sized sketchbook stashed inside. He is always scrounging around for pencils and paper, wherever he goes. A blank spot on paper is an open canvas too him. He is always a studious person, so he often enough snags books from various places and disappears into his room or some garden or park to read them. Caine is somewhat of an outcast, even among the strange and bizare people and creatures that make up Kaithien Academy. He knows he has an ability, despite the fact that he can't use it whatsoever. He just has a feeling that he can, a feeling he can't describe, just as he can't really describe anything else. Whenever he tries to use his ability, he says his scar burns him, and that is why he can't. It's not that his scar is the link to his ability, he believes that he was too badly damaged to be able to use... whatever it is... anymore, but he tries sometimes nonetheless. He says he used his ability before, but he never remembers those moments. He only knew he had because someone told him, but those people died before they could tell him what it was he did exactly. Caine doesn't seem to have very good memory besides that. He doesn't even remember his name really, that's why he always says, "You can call me Caine, or anything else you'd prefer." He chose Caine Leof Ravewood as the name he goes by because that's the only name he can remember. It could be the name of a relative or friend, or some stranger he passed on the street. He doesn't know. But Caine Ravewood is the name that sticks out in his mind, so Caine he is. Most people call him Caine, but there are plenty of others who call him other names. He doesn't look like much of a fighter, more or less like a pretty boy with his jet black hair and his icy blue eyes. But never underestimate his skill. He is extremely resourceful, and being an artist and a dreamer, he has invented his own fighting styles and his own weapons. His most preferred weapon and fighting style, well... you'll just have to wait and see. He's always searching for the answer to his abilities, and his memories. He remembers he has a brother. An older brother. But he knows his brother is far, far away. Whenever he's around teachers, he's always asking them things. If they can unlock his ability, if they can see or help him see his supressed memories, but most of the time he's let down and disappointed.