Apollo

Gender: Male
Race: Ixian
Age: 18
Height: 1.86 meters or 6.1 feet
Skin: Bright red
Eyes: Black sclera, orange iris, black pupil
Hair: Black with white on top
Body: Thin, slightly muscular
Other: Black horns, a golden obsidian ring on his left hand, golden tip for his tail

Attire: Blackmore Academy red blazer, white fencing attire with red accents

Likes: Honor, his father, other Ixians, Ixia, fencing
Dislikes: Those with no honor, New York

My father doesn't have high expectations for me; he has appropriate expectations for me. After all, when you're the best, why shouldn't you expect success?

"My ambitions are far higher than Blackmore Academy."

"I will honor my family's name."

"It is an honor to lead us to victory."

"I see you have excellent taste!"

"I'm ready to test myself."

"My father entrusted me with this blade, and I will honor him."

"The family heirloom isn't a decorative piece. I know how to use it."

Disengaging Sigil: His family crest drawn into the air, creating a small explosion and stunning enemies.

Riposte: He quickly twirls his sword, capable of deflecting most attacks.

Flawless Advance: He readies himself before lunging in any direction with a piercing stab, waiting for the perfect moment to stab again.

Itani Lo Sahn: He dawns his fiery horned mask and slashes through enemies, leaving them frozen before being struck by a giant burst of damage.

A land of beauty, tradition and conflict; North Ixia is no stranger to brutal political violence. So when Apollo was told that it was for his own safety he was being sent to New York for school, he knew the situation was serious.

Adjusting to life at Blackmore Academy didn’t come easy to Apollo. His school was supposed to be filled with The Cursed Apple’s best and brightest but all he saw, with few exceptions, was a sea of aggressive mediocrity. Electing not to waste his time with frivolous things like parties and dances, he instead put his energy on the piste, where he rigorously trains as captain of the Blackmore fencing team.

However, at the end of the day Apollo does not fret too much on the tedium of life in New York. He knows that eventually the time will come when his father will call on him to come home and he will get to show that he is worthy of wielding his family's ancestral blade.