Name: Ashley ‘Ash’ Dawson
Gender: Female
Age: 21

Shifter Form: Dryad

Appearance:

To describe Ashley’s figure as ‘willowy’ is perhaps a tad coincidental, but nevertheless, it is the truth. She stands at 5’8” (173cm), with a slim and graceful build. In her human form, Ashley has little in the way of excess muscle or fat on her body. She is not athletic, but a quick metabolism and a light appetite keep her from putting on weight.

Ash’s hair is a shade or two lighter than black in colour, and very thick. Her heavy locks are fairly high maintenance, and most of the time, she will simply opt to tie her hair back in a ponytail. However, in exceedingly rare instances of vanity, she will put the effort in to make her hair look nice. When this is the case, her hair cascades past her shoulders in smooth waves.

Her facial structure is pretty enough to be approachable, but not so beautiful as to be intimidating. She’s the sort of girl others would describe as ‘cute’. She wears her emotions openly on her face, be it an easy smile, concern for others, or fear. Bright green eyes complete her face, though photos of her from younger days show dark brown ones.

Shifter Appearance:

When Ash shifts to her Dryad form, everything changes. As a human, she is far from uncoordinated. But as a Dryad, her grace would put even the most trained dancer to shame. Every move she makes is careful and precise, and her actions are a sight to behold. Her build remains slender (not as curvy as the photo), and she gains an inch or two of height.

At the physiological level, the very makeup of her body changes. Flesh and blood change to vines and leaves. Her bones are ironwood, her muscles wrought from plant fibres. The entirety of her body is covered with a layer of foliage, a mixture of vines and leaves. Though she is essentially nude, Ash is unburdened with shyness or embarassment when she is in her Dryad form. In her human form, this would be an entirely different story.

Though one would assume plant matter to be fragile, Ash’s Dryad form is stronger than it looks. Weapons and attacks will still do damage, and she experiences pain to the same capacity as a human. However, the effects of attacks are lessened by the fact that her body is reinforced with a natural magic. If she does take damage, the regeneration of tissues begins instantaneously, at the cost of some energy.

Abilities:
Ash’s gifts lie in her interpersonal skills. She has a natural trustworthiness about her, and others will frequently go to her when something is bothering them.

She also plays the flute, when she has the spare time to do so.

Powers:
When resorting to combat, Ash is much better equipped for defence and support than she is for any sort of offensive attack. She is gifted at manipulating life forms. Plants are easiest. She can greatly accelerate the metabolic rate of a plant, causing it to grow rapidly. She can make vines shoot from the ground, can craft wooden weapons for her teammates, or create roots for opponents to trip over. For the process, carbon dioxide and water vapour are drawn from the air. The energy required comes from Ash herself. However, Fae are known as the magical powerhouses for a reason. She has magical energy to spare, and even the most rapid of plant generation will only drain her after a long fight. Further manipulation of these plants, such as making them move, is even easier.

Manipulating human bodies is a tad more complex, and her skills are limited to healing, rather than manipulation and motion. Using magical energy, she is able to speed up the body’s natural healing processes. However, it takes time, and focus. She will usually set up defenses before beginning to heal a teammate, in the form of a wall of ironbark or interwoven vines. Should these defenses fall or be damaged, both her and the one she is healing are once more susceptible to attack.

Background:
Ashley was born in the year 2552. She is the second child in the Dawson family, with her sister, Taylor, being three years older. Her mother worked as a teacher’s aid, her father as an architect. The Dawsons were comfortably middle-class, perhaps a tiny bit on the lower end of the income scale. But their struggles were nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that any other family wouldn’t encounter at some point.

The girls grew up in Ireland, attended public school, and had a relatively uneventful childhood. By the time Taylor graduated, Ashley was finishing tenth grade. The two were often mistaken for twins, due to uncanny similarity in appearance. Both had the same unruly dark hair, the same slender build, and the same kind expression. However, in terms of personality, the two were opposite souls. Where Ashley was quiet and trustworthy, always taking the time to think her actions through, Taylor was much more impulsive. She was more athletic, and something of an adrenaline junkie. Secrets were wasted on Taylor, as the girl always spoke her mind. However, the two sisters did have something in common. Both of them wanted to do great things, and make a change in the world. Taylor Dawson got her chance when she graduated. Not two days after receiving her diploma, she was signing up for The Academy. She was accepted into the program, tested, and found to be compatible with the Titan class – Fire Elementals, to be specific.

For the next few years, Ashley’s contact with her sister was diminished. She got letters, and the rare visit home, but the two weren’t able to talk nearly as much as they used to. Ashley missed her sister terribly, and relished the stories she got to hear about The Academy. Her sister’s tales of the Academy were inspirational, and planted the seed in Ashley’s mind. For the next three years, getting accepted into The Academy, following in her sister’s footsteps, was all she could think of. She turned eighteen two months before high school graduation, and applied with the Academy’s recruitment team. Ashley was accepted, and travelled to England to find out what Shifter class she was compatible with.

The next few weeks were filled with anxiety. Finding out her Shifter class was an ordeal, and she internally feared that she would not be compatible with any. Her hopes of becoming an Elemental, like her older sister, were quickly shut down. She was almost immediately labelled as incompatible with Titan classes. Demon were also out the window. She was most likely a Fae, and the options were finally narrowed down. Ashley was compatible with Dryads. When she told her sister of the news on a videochat, Taylor immediately shortened her name to ‘Ash’, “Like the tree”, thinking it was hilarious.

The day arrived for Ash to undergo the procedure to become a Shifter. She had always had a slight phobia of hospitals and medical procedures, and it fully surfaced on that day. As the electrodes were being attached to her body, the process had to be stopped twice as a result of the girl beginning to hyperventilate. She was given time to calm down, and then things would resume. Finally, the blue light appeared, the transformation began, and she fell unconscious.

When she awoke, she was shell-shocked by her new body. She was still naked, but no longer panicked or embarrassed by the fact. She felt like a plant, and it felt good. She learned quickly the basics of her abilities; she was tolerable at offensive attacks, but gifted at healing and instinctive defence. When it was determined that she was a successful Shifter, Ash boarded the plane to head to The Academy.

It wasn’t until Ashley was at The Academy’s doorstep, eager to meet Taylor and show off her new Dryad form, that she received the news. Her sister was dead, killed in battle. Or rather, just after battle. As Ash had been travelling to The Academy, her sister had been responding to an attack, called in as reinforcement for Academy students being slaughtered by Endolan forces. When Taylor had been called in, as well as a few other students, Earth quickly began to win back the fight against Endola. When it was seemingly evident that the fight was over, Taylor Dawson and a number of other students had shifted back to their human forms. Ashley was told that her sister had turned her back, to face her teammates and congratulate them, and was attacked from behind. An Endolan Valkyrie had been feigning death, and struck before anyone could realize there was danger. The Valkyrie was killed almost instantly by the remaining Academy forces, but not before her magically imbued sword had cleaved through Taylor’s spine.

The next weeks were a blur of shock for Ash. She was unable to function, only able to mourn her sister’s death. Her parents tried to bring her home, but she refused to leave The Academy. She answered questions robotically, and went through the motions of life without really caring about anything. She trained mechanically, but didn’t put in any true effort. Depressed, she truly was a shadow of her usual self.

After a few weeks, the Fae teacher, Sylphide, finally asked to speak privately with Ash. She was empathetic, patient, and quickly proved herself to be one of the few people Ash could truly have a heart-to-heart discussion with. Sylphide offered Ash a new perspective on life; one which she quickly embraced. Ash’s gift as a Dryad was in support; defence and healing. If she trained hard, she would become a valuable asset to Earth’s forces. She would be able to help prevent Taylor’s fate from befalling others.

Ash committed to this goal, and it framed the next few years of her life. She focused her training on defence and healing, and excelled. She recovered from the mental shock of her sister’s death, and once more became her usual friendly self.

Personality:
Ash is unquestionably kind. To others, she is a confidant, someone who can be trusted with any sort of sensitive information. She is the shoulder to cry on, the one people look to for advice. She doesn’t mind, not in the slightest. She willingly bears the burden of other people’s problems, but will rarely try to confide her own issues to others. She actively seeks out friendships, and is always ready with a genuine smile.

Even after three years at The Academy, Ash has still never experienced much in the way of true violence. In a battle, she will be the supporter, never the offensive force at the front line. Even during training, she is careful with her attacks. If she accidentally hurts another student, or even thinks she did, apologies are instantaneous and sincere.

Other:
Theme Song:

Mostly relevant to when she is in her Dryad form.

Going to reserve the rest of the ‘other’ section for any noteworthy character developments that happen.

Name: Sindri “Feardearg” Haynes
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Shifter Form: Aes Sídhe

Appearance: Tall and lanky, Sindri is an unusually shaped person, with very little body mass and unnaturally long limbs and fingers making him seem almost like a scarecrow. Beneath appearances however, he has a highly versatile and athletic physique, able to bend and twist his body in almost grotesque feats of body control and run at high speeds for long periods of time. He stands at roughly 6,5 feet in height, but is usually hunched over or stooped so the height difference is frequently negated between him and others. His face is long and pointed and pinched features, furthered by a pair of slightly pointed ears with a series of golden rings running through them.

On his face is usually plastered a crooked maniacal smile, hinting at mischief and malevolence beneath, and with rows of filled and sharpened teeth making it seem like the smile of a predator. His eyes are his most notable feature, slightly bigger than average and almost hinting at something being “off” about him, and with thick dark bags underneath due to lack of sleep. Iris colour a bright amber yellow, and are filled with a light of ecstasy and good cheer, although far from suggesting good intentions. His hair is straw blond and is maintained in a short back and sides, but has grown slightly unmanageable, with a long fringe at the front. His skin is pale white, with prominent veins stretching across his bony claw-like hands. Despite the strange appearance, he is relatively good looking, but this is usually offset by his unhealthy personality and weird compulsive actions.

Shifter Appearance: Sindri’s appearance in shifter form mostly consists of a hideous leering abomination, but under his extensive network of spells and glamour he can make himself look almost angelic in appearance, creating to distinct aspects in which he presents himself. Each face of his is used in relation to tactics, the angelic to ensnare and control, the true form to terrify and destroy.

His angelic form is mostly used to beguile and ensnare his opponents in his webs of intrigue, using heavy doses of hypnotic glamour and suggestion in alluring those who would destroy him into traps and to further lead them astray. A point to make however is that this form is purely the creation of extensive glamour spells and not actually his real appearance whilst shifted, that being his darker nightmarish aspect. During this he takes on a form covered in golden Art Nouveau plate armour, covered in circles and strange images, as well as more natural things like sprouting plants and birds such as swans in midflight. Other signs upon the armour are of a definite pagan origin, dating from times before history when the old gods were worshipped and with ancient power in them.

In this illusion his skin in this form is smooth and pale white, but upon closer inspection appears more like wood with its bark removed, curving into spirals and ever twisting lines across his entire form. His eyes have no pupils, being entirely hidden by pulsing golden light which also covers his body in glowing spiralling patterns engraved into his form. More light comes from a ancient dead dialect which follows the spirals, thought to be the ancient tongue of the fae, and which Sindri has attempted to translate many a time in the past few years.

His head structure in general is very elfin and almost alien, the closest comparison being that of the Grey Aliens of conspiracy theories. His eyes, already shining, are like large teardrops and quite wide, making it feel like he is taking in immense amounts of detail every time he looks at something. In this his form his mouth shrinks to a small slit, filled with neat rows of needle like teeth and a black serpentine tongue. Other changes included his hair colour, which becomes a luxurious golden white, and his ears which become far more elfin and pointed, to the point where he has some control over them and where they swivel. In this form his height becomes even more distorted, becoming even taller and thinner than before, reaching just above seven feet in height. His hands are unnaturally long and flexible, tipped by sharp talons on each end, and able to bend in grotesque fashions. Two final aspects of this form consists of wings made of red light which allow him to hover cross-legged in the air and traverse quite high above the ground, and an immense scarlet red scarf lined with gold which covers his upper torso and sometimes extends in a loop across both his arms.

Particularly astute characters will however be able to break through the facade of beauty to see the true form of the entity underneath, and the utter monstrousness that it holds. The benevolent and beautiful form is one of Sindri's grandest lies, and the biggest work of illusion he has crafted for himself in his dark mockery of the universe and reality.

His true features, the dark form is a cruel mockery of that of his angelic glamour appearance and is utterly distorted and twisted into the stuff of nightmares. In this his form becomes as a desiccated corpse, ghoulish and like that of a Nosferatu, warped and skeletal. The skin once as fine white oak wood, now takes on the hideous contour of the walls of a wasp bike, grey and flaking with the once spiralling lines turned into shapes which look like screaming faces. The light from the spirals on his body has turned acidic green and now the very magic around him whispers strange incoherent things in a dead language, his mouth unlike his other form, is wide and lipless, filled to the brim with rows of long translucent teeth like a deep sea fish. In this form his arms and hands become even longer and more spider like, with a final disturbing edge being that he has too many finger on each hand, which curl and cage up like dead insects.

The armour, which was golden and beautiful, has changed into inhuman shapes, bent and melted into dark and awful scenes. The entire construct is covered in learning furious faces, and scenes which depicted eldritch creatures devouring and slaughtering humans in droves, and taking part in strange evil ceremonies summoning shapeless things from beneath nightclad burial mounds. Even the pagan signs are altered to alien and unnatural aspects, and surrounded by odd otherworldly figures which could only be the strange forsaken forest gods of old. The scarf which was once an aspect of finery is now a tattered ruin of clothing, held together by threads and with gaping holes in it, more like a shroud than a thing of comfort and warmth. The red in it appears the same on an brief inspection, only with a closer look does it reveal that it’s not red dyed but instead dripping wet with blood which courses into the scenes of the armour, being devoured by it in turn. If one listens closely whilst around it, you can hear the crying of children amidst the whispers of inhuman things.

His head has changed in aspect to an almost skull like appearance, with only hairless leathery skin seemingly holding it all together, the eyes which once glowed gold are now dim spheres of weird green light within cavernous sockets, which look like dark wells of night and suggest utter hatred towards everything and everyone. High tapered ears and a lack of nose asides from two thin slits complete the feature of an entity half ghoul and half abomination, bat-like and with a powerful sense of hearing and smell. The wings which were once straight beams of golden light are now horrifying claw like things made of a deep poisonous green light which pulses and screams, suiting his already revolting form which bends itself in the air like grotesque a leaping flea.

Abilities: whilst not proficient in psychical combat as other people, Sindri makes up for it by being extremely athletic and acrobatic, able to make leaps and twists which other people would have trouble managing. He can heavily distort his body and thus it makes him a difficult opponent to get a hit on, always just dancing around the blade. In his early life he practiced parkour extensively, and thus can very quickly take advantage of his surroundings to get him out of the firing range of other more physically dominating characters. Sindri also is apt with clockwork devices, having previously worked in a shop which repaired antique clockwork mechanisms, and knows well how to both repair them but also to make them work more efficiently. Whilst not terribly well adjusted with most weaponry, Sindri does have some understanding of how to use modern armaments, and is also surprisingly good at using the claymore in battle, but largely this isn’t his modus operandi and is used as a last resort if its powers fail him. A trait is his ability to speak fluent Gaelic, and his mastery of pipes, which he uses to make otherworldly music.

Powers: Like the olden fae of myth, Sindri’s powers are based on the distortion of people’s perceptions and to some extent, reality itself. He can utilise powerful hallucinations and glamour spells on his opponents, all the while using his manipulative influences in attempts to make his enemies open to suggestion. When dealing with his opponents he frequently twists his surroundings to his needs, making them as heavenly or nightmarish as need be in order to direct his opponents in following through with certain paths.

In terms of when he utilises glamour, which is mostly his angelic forms domain, the spell works on the minds of his foes, slowly dulling their sense and leaving them in happy stupors as they gaze upon him in adoration, happy to do his will in all matters so long as his influence is present. This spell mostly works best on human opponents, as they are far easier to manipulate, but has a dulling sense on many types of shifters making them less accurate and sluggish of action, especially Titans. In this state, all under his control will follow his will in full, even if it results in suicidal acts or dangerous self mutilation. An important factor to note is that his powers of suggestion and glamour are slow acting and not immediate and the mind controlling aspect of this power can be resisted by particularly willful characters, who can break through its hold whilst maintaining coherent thought and integrity, and can be sometimes be nulified by adept Shifters or potent magic users. Whilst using this aspect of his power the air is filled with the sounds of whispering voices, which suggest the most innocuous to the most blood curdling things to those under his control.

The next aspect of his is full mental assault, which slowly takes shape in the form of a slowing and melting of reality for those effected, before a dull white noise ringing takes hold of all hearing, blocking out everything else. Slowly the area around those effected blurs into a dizzying faze of delirium, making the room spin and the character to slowly loose all coherent thought, as well as make them intensely ill to the point of vomiting. Eventually the pain racks up and the white noise slowly digs into the enemies head, driving them wild with pain and madness, making them pliable to the dark suggestions which Sindri whispers into their minds, and frequently resulting in them following suite just to make the effects stop. Particularly characters with high pain endurance however can struggle through the effects and sometimes come out on top if they manage to distract his concentration regarding his utilizing of such spells.

The final power he utilises is that of manifesting the worst fears of those under his influence, turning the world into a nightmarish land were dark things happen. Often monstrous entities come after those under this attack, but unlike his previous attacks, these things of imagery and fear can injure and kill those who are able to see them, causing both horrific pain and agony to their victims. Other aspects include hallucinations of what the enemy most fears will happen to them, including the imagery of the death of a loved one or something worse happening to those they care about. Under the constriction of the “Contract” which was arranged with Sylphide, he is not able to utilise this aspect of his power on fellow students, unless attacked with the direct intent to kill him.

Background: Sindri was born and grew up in a small down in Galloway, Scotland. His Gaelic father and Norwegian Mother were antique collectors, and his father worked a business in which he repaired broken or damaged antiques for a price. Despite the wealthy clientele the job gave him access to, Sindri’s father never made more than a modest amount of money out of the job, little more than to keep them relatively comfortable.

Sindri was a quiet child, not speaking much and being intensely shy in front of strangers, but was apt in terms of learning and the ability to consume knowledge. Very soon he stumbled across a book on ancient myths of his homeland and consumed them end to end in a fiery passion, becoming obsessed with the Otherworld and the ancient pagan gods which once ruled the land. He also enjoyed walking in the woods and hills of his locality, enjoying the wonders of the wilderness and feeling at home amongst them, even reverential of them. Oftentimes he would search the woods and hills for ancient stone circles, burial mounds and standing stones, feeling within them a sense of sacredness and power long forgotten.

Sindri’s father hoped that his son would take over the family business, and so trained him up from an early age to deal in the restoration of ancient artefacts from hundreds of years prior. Sindri should particular aptitude in dealing with clockwork devices, and even experimented some in making his own, although they were far inferior to the technological advances of the time.

At school Sindri was the odd character out of the group, keeping to himself and remaining very timid, rarely making any friends, and alienating himself from his classmates with his strange paganistic ideas. As a result he was frequently a target of bullying, made even worse by his thin body and his unusual tallness. Sindri adapted to this by taking parkour classes and largely managed to outsmart his bullies throughout the years, even expanding his attempt by manipulating them into getting into trouble. With his unconsciously self imposed isolation Sindri began to think along darker paths, taking on a semi-gnostic ideology and began viewing reality through solipsistic perspectives. Eventually he stopped being targeted by his abusers simply because he was far too slippery for them to capture, and they began to leave him well enough alone, going to hunt down easier prey.

Sindri got on well with his teachers, earning their admiration for his quiet but studious personality, but also gaining both concern and sympathy over his closed in nature. The latter years of his life he began to bloom in terms of social life, opening up and making a few close friends, but still retaining a perspective of semi-solipsism, furthered by his Gnosticism, making him pine for the “real” spiritual world, and ensuring the perspective that much of humanity didn’t really exist wholly asides from a select few individuals.

As the years dragged on Sindri began to become more and more obsessed with attaining a form of spiritual enlightenment, and also began engrossed within the mythological tales of the amoral and capricious Fae. His intention by the end of high school was to enter into the Academy and see if he had a chance to attain "perfection" by becoming one of the Shifters, which he viewed as a step up the ladder of evolution and existence, and one more move towards the other world. He was also excited by idea of conflict and the visitation of foreign lands and the other disks, wanted to have somewhat of an adventure as well, despite the naivety of such an idea. His plans however were thwarted by the early death of his father when he was eighteen, driving him both to despair, but also to take over the family business. With the death of his highly experience father, the restoration business floundered, and eventually failed and went bankrupt due to his emotional turmoil as well as his inexperience. The family began to struggle and they were forced into meaner and meaner living quarters, as he and his mother who was now in her sixties tried to find suitable work in order to keep food on the table. Now deeply distressed with his lot in life, and worried deeply about his mother and the financial deprivations the business failure might drive her into, he enlisted into the Academy out of a mixture of desire and desperation and for the decent pay the duty paid.

When he visited their most local facility he was nervious and twitchy, secretly hoping that he might become something powerful like a Titan or a Fae, although eventually relaxing amongst the babble of conversation of new recruits looking for compatibilities. As he went through the various tests he began more and more restless as they repeatedly failed to turn up anything. Just when he was about to give in to hopelessness the tests came back with a confirmation of his capacity to become one of the Fae, although the tests were not entirely certain of the exact nature he would be.

As he was brought into the procedure and filled with various electrodes and drugs whilst the world slowly faded into white, he hoped that he’d make both his living and dead parents proud. The operation was a complex one, and one of considerable pain and distress for Sindri, but eventually he emerged from the operation as a powerful race of Fae, an Aes Sídhe, one of the primordial fairy folk from myth, the hidden people from beneath the burial mounds and from the Otherworld of Gaelic Mythology.

The process considerably changed Sindri in terms of personality. Whilst he opened up to people much more, and became gregarious and friendly, he also became more and more detached from reality and obsessed with returning to “Home”, which he considered was Otherworld of the Aes Sídhe. His solipsism slowly began to get more and more acute, and he viewed less and less people as real beings. This resulted in behaviour which varied from casual mockery and trickery to acts bordering on psychological manipulation, as well as a complete lack of care for the welfare of people. This however, only came to be dangerous when he discovered the death of his mother in second year from incurable cancer, which she hadn’t told him about through her letters in order for him not to become unnecessarily distressed and frightened at her impending demise. After this event he completely dislocated himself from reality and became more and more capricious and amoral, eventually falling into the mindset and actions of the Fae of myth, and their blue and orange morality and trickery. This eventually resulted in a classified event known as the “Night of Long Shadows” in which he went completely out of control with his powers, making a nightmare of the facility and filling it with horrifically disturbing mental imagery.

This night however was quickly and efficiently stopped by Sylphide, who managed to bring a measure of reality back to Sindri, and bound him to a deal known as the “Contract” of which due to his new found code of ethics, he was to follow through with to the word. The exact details of the Contract are only known to those of the upper staff of the facility, but in large it halted any further attempts to damage Academy property, as well as making him bound to follow orders of the hierarchy of command in the institution. Since that night Sindri has held Sylphide in a position of both respect and fear, viewing her as a powerful “real person” obeying her commands mostly without complaint. A further detail of the “Contract” is that he isn’t allowed to use the more damaging features of his powers upon other students without authorization, or them attacking him first with the intent to kill.

Despite being one of the most troublesome students of the Academy, he was one of the most magically apt and had considerable skill in using his manipulative powers, ensuring the Academy kept him. Whilst still capricious and a trickster, he has never again attempted to harm the facility staff or the students, although that does not stop him making such people’s lives hell if they happen to displease him. Despite the higher commands reservations about him, he has prove himself an effective operative, and the fact that he is now bound to obey orders has alleviated the worse concerns regarding his personality and comedic preferences, and even if his tricks are far from approved of, they are generally tolerated in consideration, just so long as they don’t go too far.

So he progressed throughout the years under the guise of the loyal, if deranged, soldier. He rarely made any friends, and for the most part he didn’t acknowledge them as more than mind tricks and falsehoods which he could manipulate and irritate without consequence. Despite being bound to the “Contract” and to any other agreement he might make, he will always try and find a way around them, although he hasn’t yet found any loopholes in the Contract in order for him to manipulate his way through. This, and the continued desire to find the Otherworld are two defining goals to his existence, but this is also seconded by a deep and vicious desire to cause destruction and mayhem against any foe he is pitted against, taking great joy and pleasure in these dark actions.

In order to keep him amused during his spare time, Sylphide set him the task of creating small mechanical devices to keep him out of mischief. Mixing his aptitude with old machinery with his inherent magic has resulted in the production of curious enchanted clockwork devices, with both beneficial and horrible qualities depending on each one is used. They have swiftly become both the bane and the benefit of many a Shifter. Other items have been produced by him of a more inanimate nature, such as rings, necklaces and blades which also hold the 50/50 chance of positive or negative characteristics. He also took up the pipes and practiced with the claymore in self defense classes, purely to offset a mixture of boredom and impatience, but also in order to keep him under the control of the administration.

Personality: Sindri is largely an person without concept of common standards of ethics and morality, shifting more to his faeish side in forming strange and odd concepts of morals, to the point where they may well be blue and orange. He views murder as acceptable, but considers lying a horrific crime deserving of death. Furthermore, personal insults will result in him wreaking disproportionate revenge in return, although he can’t kill you without authorization, he can sure as hell make your food rot into blackened fungal pus and generally ensure your life is hellish. He can be appeased by gifts of shiny things, or old Celtic jewellery and spirals as gifts to offset this, and will largely forget about you afterwards. Another interesting feature is his code of ethics, he will not and cannot lie to you about anything, but that does not stop him from distorting the truth as much as possible, furthermore he will always abide by the word of any agreement or contract, but this does not mean he won’t work out a way to ruin it unless you make it impossible to create loopholes. This is partly the reason he obeys commands in battle as well as by the higher establishment without comment, and the same follows for other military command in the Academy.

To people he considers non-existent he is largely a pretty unlikeable and immoral trickster, out there to ruin their day for them. However, an interesting thing happens to Sindri when he believes you actually “exist” rather than being nothing more than a puppet of a Gnostic demiurge. He will become both easier to communicate with and relate to, will follow commands without question, and will reduce his previously malicious trickery to only some occasional harmless pranks, although they can still be a little disgusting at times. He will also try his hardest to keep you alive, as he believes its his duty to save the real people from the falsehoods of a malevolent god. To this extent his is a loyal friendly psychopath to these people for life, rarely if ever using his worse powers on them, and only under considerable duress and fury.

Despite being a mostly cheerful if immoral trickster, Sindri has a considerably dark side, willing to unleash all manner of horrors on those he deems unworthy, or who have insulted him in the most basic manner. He is a vain, slightly insane, powerful entity who will stop at nothing with his enemies destruction, and will protect his “friends” to the end. This makes him a complex, dislikeable, but sometimes sympathetic character, with some tragic elements.

Sindri shows some sings of obsessive compulsive activities regarding certain things, including burial mounds, stone rings, fairy rings and Hawthorne trees. One specific tree in the Academy he regards as his “Home”, and will defend it violently in case of danger to it, having an immense love of that specific tree. Students have learned to avoid it at all cost, and leave it well enough alone whilst Sindri is around. Frequently he is found deep in the remotest parts of the Academy campus, obsessing over stone rings and playing his pipes amongst them, another activity which Slyphide convinced him to take up in order to stop him messing around with other students.

Other:
Theme song- who else would it be? :P -