Veyron Knight
Teacher
Posts: 12 
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HEALTH | 1700 |
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ELEMENTS | Lightning |
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MANA | 500 |
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PHYS STR | 45 |
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ABILITY COST | 25 |
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MAG STR | 45 |
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SPELL COST | 25 |
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DPH | x4 |
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AP | 20 |
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Post by Veyron Knight on May 5, 2014 0:27:05 GMT
Veyron looked around, he was outside of the shooting range that the Academy had for the students and staff. Today was his first class and with it new students to start the year. He wasn't particularly fond of the shooting range, he preffered to practice outside, but for the students who had little to no experience with a gun was perfect for them. He would teach the basics and then focus on each student from there, that was how it has always worked. The Academy had everything it seemed, outside the range here he was currently at was a small lobby. The Lobby had several chair right next to the walls and magazines of various topics at the the coffee table at the center.
Veyron placed his hands on his coat pocket's he could feel the holsters with his twin guns that were always with him. Those guns were a part of him and he would never let them out of his person for any reason. He had more or less things planned out for his classes whatever he doesn't he'll play it by ear in hopes that he will become more adapting to the students in question. It is all about getting the best results from the best possible situations. The good thing about this place was that there were different forms of guns, there were real guns that people can rent or paint guns that can be used if the teacher doesn't feel like his or her students are ready to use real ones. In his experience it was better to see what sort of skill the students had before he let them have access to real guns. Better safe than sorry he supposed.
Veyron closed his eyes for a second as he continued to wait, the sound of footsteps made him open his eyes again as he looked at the first person that showed up. He tilted his hat up just s little and looked at the person who came in. "You're the first one here eh? Just have a seat and once everyone gets here we'll start."
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creed roberts
Third Year
Posts: 46
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HEALTH | 600 |
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ELEMENTS | Darkness |
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MANA | 250 |
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PHYS STR | 30 |
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ABILITY COST | 20 |
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MAG STR | 35 |
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SPELL COST | 15 |
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DPH | 3 |
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AP | 0 Remaining |
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Post by creed roberts on May 5, 2014 2:03:16 GMT
in a dream i was alive. As he pulled himself out of bed Creed realized that he wasn't even one hundred percent sure why he had even signed up for marksmanship. It wasn't even remotely related to the other classes that he had signed up for and now he was going to have to deal with actually going outside and doing things rather than just memorizing some dates or information. There was actually some effort necessary for this class and he was almost regretting signing up for it and he hadn't even arrived to the first lesson yet. Still there was nothing he could do about it now and since it was time he figured that he could at least give it a shot before looking at something else to take instead. For all he knew he might actually enjoy shooting things.
Wandering his way to the correct classroom had led him to believe that he wasn't the only person regretting class choices. Overhearing people complain about homework and how they'd never be able to do something or another got his attention for a moment. He honestly didn't care about the other student's troubles though so long as he wasn't a part of them. Stepping into the small lobby area he let out a small grumble. He really needed to stop being so early to these classes. The teacher gave the same little blurb of information that the sex ed teacher had before class and he found himself once more finding a seat in the back. | tagged: Ebon Burich, Alvin Solince, Kizami Yuuya, Viktor Azarov
notes: !w/e! |
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Post by Alvin Solince on May 5, 2014 3:14:16 GMT
Another class to go to and yet it was one he was somewhat looking forward to- Marksmanship. He learned his lesson the last time and woke up before the alarm went off and press the button this time and standing up. Last night got a bit weird since he fell asleep in his shower and only woke up due to the cold water hitting his skin. With barely fifteen minutes to arrive to class, he would grab a black shirt and jacket, pants and shoes while his hair on the other end literally looked like he had woken up. The last thing he needed to do was brush his teeth but he quickly took the mouthwash and ran out of the room to make sure he wasn't going to be late. Running through the hallway he would stop by a nearby window and spit out the mouthwash, making sure that no one was underneath him while he did it and continued on his speed rush to his classroom. Taking out the schedule for only a moment he would sigh as he slid through one of the hallways and continued going until he flopped into the lobby and sighed," Dammit...well at least i am not late right," looking around he would see Creed in which he would wave to him and look towards the teacher," Hello Sir," standing up he would dust himself off and take a seat.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 14:44:13 GMT
Viktor made his way out to the shooting range for the first class he had. Marksmanship should be a pretty interesting class though he was unsure how many other students actually had experience with a gun. He had shot one when he was back home and had some skill though he wouldn't call himself an expert by any means. It was part of the reason he was taking this class. He wanted to improve on what was already there. That and one could never get enough practice. He noticed two other students there along with his teacher and nodded to them before simply going to stand by the wall. At least he wasn't the last one here. |
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Ebon Burich
Third Year
Posts: 21
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HEALTH | 2000 |
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ELEMENTS | Darkness |
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MANA | 500 |
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PHYS STR | 50 |
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ABILITY COST | 30 |
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MAG STR | 50 |
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SPELL COST | 30 |
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DPH | 4 |
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AP | 12 Remaining |
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RANK BOOST | +25% Ability Damage |
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Post by Ebon Burich on May 6, 2014 0:35:27 GMT
| Giving a sigh as he headed to class he made sure to keep his head down and his mouth shut for the most part. He was good with weaponry for some reason or another and in that sense this probably wasn't the best class to take since it'd just give him even more practice. Now he had used firearms before, a few different kinds actually but the problem was he rarely if ever missed. He'd have made a damn good sniper if someone had scouted him out for the job or even a swordsman. Again his knack for any weapon came in to play with classes such as this one.
Once he made it there, he realized he wasn't the first nor the last.
"Hi..." That was all he managed to say for now before he made his way over to one side and took his coat off, cracked his shoulders and then took a look around. He ignored the other students for the moment and instead took a few strides towards the range, then he took a look at the numbers. The range was quiet big, much bigger than the indoor one most likely.
"How far back will the targets be?... That is if we're firing today..." | | ♥NOTES♥This should be an interesting class |
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