Seven (No. 7)

[Seven (No. 7)]

Seven (No. 7)

"We are the Chosen...but what were we chosen for?"

Custom Title: SlashingFlame
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Family: Uknown
Race: Human
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Home World: Oriens - The Nation of Rubrum
Alignment: Neutral - Class Zero
Job: Student at Rubrum's Magic Academy
Items: Cell phone, Whip, Potions
Accessories: Red cape
Appearance Standing at 5'5, Whip has violet eyes and silvery shoulder length hair. She wears a uniform that consists of black boots, a red checked mini skirt, a black shirt with buckles to hold it into place. A red cape held on with a gold tie completes the outfit.

Personality: Whip, is somewhat like Lightning, though not anywhere near as extreme. She is a serious person, taking the things she does, and the events that happen very seriously. Not prone to losing her cool, Whip will very rarely lose the control she has over herself. Yet after saying that, it is of course, possible to fluster Whip, and catch her off guard, she is human after all. When that happens however she finds it easy to rethink what is happening and simply change what she was doing, very easy to change from one situation the the next.

Though she is often portrayed by others as being cold, this is not the case. Whip, though serious, straightforward and a little blunt, likes her fellow classmates and would die to protect them. She has a lot of courage, usually boosts her friends confidence, and will not stop until what she set out to do has been done. Stubborn, she will not change her mind once its made up, no matter who's doing the asking. She also has a very large amount of grit and determination. She will not back down, even sometimes when she should, though she knows her place and if the enemy is far to powerful for her she will retreat. Only though, if her friends are first free from harm. She is always one of the last to leave, even if there is no possible way that they are able to win, she would die trying.

History: Must I? ...*sighs* here goes nothing!

Whip was born and raised in the Rubrum kingdom, the kingdom that specialized in magic attacks. Her life was somewhat blurry until she joined Rubrum's Magic Academy, Peristylium Suzaku. Whip has been a student for 3 years, diligently training and studying, growing more and more powerful. She decided her weapon of choice would be a whip, and thus took on the name 'Whip.' She is Number 7 in the group of students in the academy. Her life there was pretty strait forward, train, study, exams, until that one fateful day.

The High Commander of the Milites Empire, broke the peace treaty and staged an invasion using advanced military technology developed with the power of the Byakko Crystal. With his armada of airships and magitek armor, Cid easily conquered Lorica and Concordia, then moved on to Rubrum where he faced a strong resistance due the nation's magical defenses. A small amount of students, members of class zero, were able to retain their magic, Whip along with them of course.

Now, the students of Class zero are busy preparing an attack to fight back. They have come up with a plan called Operation Apostle. This is a covert mission to recapture the crystal that was stolen by Cid. Another goal of this plan is to defeat the Milites forces. They will do this as best they can, unsure if any of them will survive, nonetheless, Whip goes along with her fellow class mates. If she dies, she will die with honor, but who knows, they might just live past the operation. But that is for the future, and as is, she helps the other students prepare for this undercover attack, awaiting the day they are given orders that they are ready and then she will join them as they help try to stop this evil force.
Abilities:

• Slash and burn - In this attack, Whip infuses her whip with fire magic and spins the whip in a very fast circular motion above her head, 'charging it up' some might say. When she is ready, she will flip her wrist down, hitting the enemy with the charged whip.
  
• Spinning cycle - Whip will summon her whip and then spin it in the air above her head until it is moving so fast you can only see the blur as it moves. When she deems it ready, Whip will bring the whip down in a slice from high up swiping it down and across the enemy.
  
• Pray for mercy - In this attack, Whip summons her whip and charges the enemy, spinning her arm back, she gains power in the movement of her whip before bringing it down with a vengeance to smash her enemy.
  

Summons: Unknown - can summon her weapon.
Magic:

• Fire
  
• Cure
  
• Fira
  

Strengths:

• Determination
  
• Fire
  
• Ability to reason when things don't go as planned
  

Weaknesses:

• Can be a bit too cold
  
• Blizzard attacks
  
• Stubborn
  

Weapon Whip
Crushes: Tch...is there anyone man enough to take me on? Nine Whut?! >.> <.<
How did you find us? hehe...is this some sort of trick question?
Role Play Sample:

Crossing her arms, Whip watched the activity that went on around her. Some people laughed and talked among themselves, others simply walked toward their next classes. Whip would be leaving for a class shortly, yet she was going to wait and walk there with Nine, since they were both in the same class, and, either unfortunately or fortunately, paired to go up against each other today in their fighting class. "Tch...he's late again." With a slight movement of her head, Whip glanced around, scanning the area for the sandy blonde to show himself. Carrying around that huge lance, it wasn't hard to spot someone like him. Right hand loosely held onto the handle of her whip as she absently moved it around. The end moving back and forth slightly, almost in annoyance. She didn't like being late. And he was making her late...

What else did one expect from Nine though...?

He was like that a lot it would seem. Shifting her eyes to the right, she just stood there, wondering when he'd show up. If he didn't come in the next minute or two she was going without him. As of so far, the only days she was late was when she waited for someone else, which was rarely ever. However, as chilled as she could seem at times, Whip did enjoy the company of others. Shifting the weight from her right leg to her left, Whip glanced down at her watch, shaking her head. Time to leave, he obviously wasn't coming. Turning around, she lifted her whip and slung the end over her shoulder, striding with purpose in the direction of the building where her class was going to take place. Nine would just have to walk in late by himself.

The end of her whip moved as she walked, brushing against the backs of her legs. That was when it happened. Perhaps it was some inner sense that warned her, but Whip stopped abruptly and her head turned to look back over her shoulder, grey violet eyes narrowing slightly. She'd been in this school for years now, and it had heightened her awareness of what was going on. Blinking a few times, Whip hesitated, had it just been her imagination? Or...what? She had no idea if it had been her imagination...but she had felt...something.

After a moment she shrugged and turned her head to continue walking, when suddenly there was an explosion behind her. With a startled gasp, Whip was thrown to the ground, slamming her head against the pavement, her whip clattered to her side, right hand still clasped around the handle. With a groan, Whip pushed herself off the ground with her hands, closed her eyes and blinked a few times, taking a few deep breathes as she tried to clear the dizzying she was feeling in her head. "Ow..." Was all she said, before pushing herself to a crouching position, like a feline ready to attack. Straitening up ridgedly, Whip shook her head and turned around, violet eyes simmering with anger. Who the hell thought they'd walk into her home and think they could just blow it up? With a growl, she suddenly saw men advancing. Pushing her silvery blonde hair behind her shoulder, Whip glared at them before she was moving.

Running toward them, she brandished her whip, jumped up and twirled around, shifting her wrist, her heavy whip moved quickly, a crack heard as it connected with the heavy metal armor that was surrounding the men before her. There was shouting and screaming all around her,but Whip blocked it out. Not slowing down after that smaller battle, Whip moved her way toward the building with the classes, her long legs covering ground quickly, whip held tight in her grasp. Someone was going to pay. As she burst around a corner, she suddenly came upon the guy she had been waiting for, Nine, and as always, a smirk upon his face as he faced off with his own group of men. She watched as he slammed his lance down from mid air. Tch...he should wipe that smirk off his face. It wasn't healthy when he was facing off with so many men.

Continuing toward him, Whip appeared by his side, skidding to a stop and resting her weight on her right leg, left shoulder toward them, whip held back and down. "Nine. You take the ones on the ri-..." Suddenly there was a huge rumble from behind them. Whip turned her head quickly before she saw what was making the racket. A huge piece of machinery was slowly moving toward them. Lifting her hand up and down with a quiet little movement, Whip stared at the machine. Bending down slightly, she tensed her leg muscles and relaxed her body as best she could. "You take them...I'll take the machine." With that she took off, violet eyes centered on the machine. When she got closer, Whip jumped off the ground, twirled the whip in the sky and as she landed beside the machine, she brought it down with a crack, which dented the machine's top and shattered the glass that it had in the front. Jumping backwards, Whip found her balance once again and straitened up as the machine was turned toward her. "Tch...come and get it." With a flick of her wrist, the whip cracked against the pavement beneath her. This attack needed to stop, and with it, the suffering that was going on. Each and every one of the students was a friend of hers. She would not allow them to be killed by anything. If whoever was behind this wanted a fight, then a fight was what they'd get. She'd die before she let them harm any of the other students.

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[Reno Sinclair]