I've been wandering for years. Sometime I wonder if there's others like me, others. It's a possibility. If we all wander, we could go around for centuries and never know of each other. After near half a thousand years, my wandering years have come to an end. I do not know if this will be my home or if this is just a forced residence. Regardless, I will take this new adventure and see how it treats me.
Name: Glafkos Constantinou Mouskos
Age: Well over 500
Species: άκαρδος (translated to mean "Heartless")
Glakos never had the luxury of being able to blend in with humans. While he has a human-like face and
MonsterTalia Dr Franken-Jones by HTTS-America, journal
MonsterTalia Dr Franken-Jones
Name Alfred F Franken-Jones
Age 17
Status: Still human, at the school under special circumstances. ( hoping to stay that way. )
*Must not be separated from the Student Ivan Braginski
"I always hated the term "Mad Scientist" I'm not mad! I'm a normally a pretty happy guy... for the most part. So what am I doing in a school for monsters? Heh... well that's a bit of a story.
I hated Ivan when I first met him. We were both picked for a fast track science program/research project due to the fact we were both geniuses, did I mention I'm a genius? Hey! what's that look for? Anyway he was a real dick when I met him. He didn't listen to me, he hated
Monstertalia - Riddles and cat related puns by HTTS-Greece, journal
Monstertalia - Riddles and cat related puns
Name: Heracles Icarus Karpusi (or at least he assumes that's his name, it was carved on his pedestal.)
Age: he's not quite sure, but he thinks he's somewhere between seven thousand and two thousand and twelve.
Species: Androsphinx
Wingspan: 16ft
Talents: Riddles, mainly. Also, eating people.
Classes: Art (which is hard when you have to hold the brush in your mouth,) English (he usually has a scribe, because writing with paws is nigh on impossible,) and philosophy (he's a natural -literally- at this.)
Appearance and personality: Heracles is large, about seven feet tall at the shoulder and at least twice as long, with soft golden fur and
Kapitain Carlos Machado
Pirate sailor
Ice cream booze smuggler
Old grumpy boyfriend to Captain Matthew
Ship name: Hielo Del Destino
Carlos was a street orphan long before he could comprehend the idea of parents in his life, running around the colony living the only way street kids can live in a society where you were put into apprenticeships and a lone island boy would just have to fend for himself with thievery, handouts, small task, just about anything one will have a youth do. This let him survive, but he had dreams, dreams other kids only laughed at him for because it's stupid and now we hate you, but dreams don't die that easily
Juan cast a glance over his shoulder and turned to face his comrade with a wide smile. "Eh, Vash!" He walks over and pulls him into a hug, laughing gaily and slapping him on the back. "Good to see you!" [Oh hi! Thanks for the greeting! ^^ SO happy to be a part of this group!]