Sapphire Necklace
Engraved ring
Small Chalk for writing runes
Student ID
Small bag of gems

Within the confines of Societas Academia, free of religious delegation and protection from the witch hunters of the world, Yuno got to experience a more free form nature of magical growth within the variety of options available to pick up and learn. Obviously, as a Talent she got to remain towards the top of the hierarchy of the student body by doing so. Even as a Ruin Mage however, she had more method to her than fireballs and lightning bolts. Her magic is one that was passed onto her from her mother and her mother before that: Gemstone Focus. The properties of these gemstones seem to have innate magical effect with them, and by mastering it she has given herself a wide range of arcane and versatile pool of magical power. Another use is that these spells are very quick to cast as the gem takes the need of melding the form of the magic into their own properties. From magic missile like bolts to focused blasts these tools are handy, but she also has her own magic to develop of Rune Magic. The art of drawing and crafting runes for rituals and spells which while slower are also versatile and more permanent. Leaving one to write lines to create barriers or leave a cursed mark onto the opponent. The strongest form is the rituals such words, runes, and signs are required for though if one has the time to create such powerful magics. After all, have you ever seen a cult not chant around a magic circle to summon devastation?

Expectations: Yuno’s life has been a constant barrage of them. With her mother being a graduate of professor the Societas Academia and top of her class and her inherited magical style that her family has been passing on the fate to carry on the family name moved to rest on Yuno as their only child after her mother’s miscarriage with the second. Second was never good enough for the name that needed to continue to excel in the eye of her mother and elder grandmother. Day in, day out was practice from even the youngest of ages to grow crystals, study them, and then use them to their fullest potential. One didn’t need society or friends. She only would need the connections her mother already established and the scores to get her by, and Yuno did throughout primary and secondary schooling. But, that was with a longtime friend as her side as well. The person Yuno may confide in when not in her mother’s almost torturous and cruel aspect of training.

Gem magic wasn’t a large part of Yuno’s resentment. Her mother’s skill and ability fascinated her to the point where Yuno could kid herself half the time it was fair and right for her mother to expect to much. That she should feel superior from her lineage. Their name would be remembered through generations to come if they kept up, and possibly grow to be a very well established family. But, Yuno wanted to expand that magic and use it for her own will. Develop it organically like a crystal would grow rather than be the strict and uptight woman she was forced into being. Less direct and more graceful Yuno wanted to learn more, explore, and use her magic outside of simple practice and regulated ability. Somewhere that could truly test her skill as well as develop the use of other magic. Her mother usually disparaged her from learning basic rune magic outside her regular studies. Enough to get the top spot was fine in her eyes, but Yuno’s best friend used such a magic to more than remarkable abilities. It was always a place Yuno fell behind in, and her goal to get better and continue on the separate path alongside her gems was a more personal goal. At least, until her friend’s death due to unforeseen illness.

At first Yuno of course was devastated and alone from this, having not gotten together with others, but at the same time this point was a realization. Her mother was the one holding her back because she was trapped in her shadow. But, she can’t seem to find a way out of it. She was a graduate student and a Ruin Mage already. Her path for these years was so completed that abandoning it now would almost be a death sentence to her future. This wasn’t what she wanted, and to keep up with the world her friend tried showing her was another goal. Sure, she wasn’t her friend. Her friend was a bit to direct, blunt, and needless to say idiotic outside of fighting to be a guide, but the respect Yuno had of it and feeling of going with her own will was what Yuno was inspired by.

Yuno is an elegant combination of grace and cunning wrapped up into a sparkling package. While logical, she looks more onto the positive side of things believing in how ones mindset can change the outcome of a situation. Dedication in all of her endeavors and putting the job above most other things she can come off as cold or teasing at a first glance, but she has the best intentions as well as what she believes is a strong moral compass. With her dedication to her art and lineage though comes at the cost of friends within the Acadamia. Having her studies distract her from such things through a good portion of her life until she finally got out of being a Secondary Schooler and on with the greater freedom as a Ruin Mage. Versatility over one special skill in her magic and daily life left her with many graces and favorable attitudes from her teachers, but some can take her as a show off which leaves her to enjoy the quieter moments of the night and how music can help her take her mind off the troubles of life. More... abrasive and direct anger from others can easily annoy her as the logic of it may pass, but devotion is something she respects even if its not the same devotion as her.

Stand's at around 5 feet, 2 inches. She has a medium, modestly thin build. Of course, most the notable features are the wings on her body. two large, brown white tipped wings sprout from her lower back, near her center of mass as well as a feathered tail. She uses her wings to fly and her tail to steer in the air, acting as a rudder of sorts. She also has two head wings, appearing just a little ways above the ears. These are fairly sensitive, allowing her to pick up the most minor changes in wind speed, direction, and air pressure. The most consistent pieces of her outfit is the red scarf and wing shrouds she wears. The scarf was a gift from her grandfather, who had received it from the farming family that had sheltered him. The shrouds for her wings were a gift from her mother.

Child of the Storm
Ava can manipulate the air currents around her, being able to create powerful gusts of wind. This can be used in a variety of different ways, whether it be giving her an extra boost in flight, or sending a potential foe hurdling into a wall. However, due to Ava's very isolated upbringing and current life, she has had little chance to truly explore and train her powerful magic. Anything more advanced she has yet to learn, but this mastery over the air could prove incredibly destructive and powerful, if given the right teacher.

For Ava could, in theory, do far more crueler, deadlier things to a man with this magic. This could range from sucking the air out of a man's lungs, chocking him to death. A ball of condensed, highly pressurized atmosphere that could explode with the force of a bomb. Generate deadly pressure waves that could burst organs, no matter their protection. The possibilities and versatility of this power is incredible.

But, as said before, Ava lacks any sort of training, knowledge, or discipline in the arcane arts. Her abilities are only the results of her own personal training and experimentation, in secret.

It was a cold night in the Austro-Hungarian Empire on October 26th, 1856, a man named David Kurier awoke with a start. He was suddenly possessed with inspiration by vision he had witness in his dreams. David had been given a message from God, asking him to use his Talent to ascend the human race into the heavens to be one with God, reaching a true state of nirvana. He saw winged angels, all flying up towards Heaven and God, all seemingly forever content with life. This dream, this vision inspired... no... drove the man to a near maddening obsession of realizing the true potential of humanity.

David began to poor endlessly over magic text and research. He began to experiment, first with animals, on manipulating the physical attributes of living beings. It had always been known, at the time, that magic could have an affect on one's physical self. Curses could degrade the health of a man, magical attacks could destroy the biology of a creature, however, not a whole lot had been research on reconstructing and modifying a living being's physical form with the use of magic. You see, David decided the best way to realize his vision... was to take it very, very literally. He wanted to change the very appearance and abilities of the human race to be more... angelic. Thus he began his quest to refine his skills as a Talent and experiment endlessly on animals to see if what he wanted was even achievable.

At first, his work was promising. He became very familiar with the arts of Transmutation and studied some the minor, ancient pagan beliefs of animal spirit worship and familiars. These seem to always have a physical affect on the worshipers, gradually manipulating their bodies to be more beastly. However, David soon learned that changing a human to be more angelic was not the biggest hurdle. No, he understood that it was only the first third of the puzzle. The second third was arguably much more important to realizing his dream. None of these transformations were permanent throughout generations.

In order for the human race, as a whole, to evolve into a more angelic species, needed to be bread into the race itself. All of David's initial research only proved that humans could be physically shaped into angelic looking beings, yet very little showed any evidence that these new traits could be passed down for generations. Sure the methods could be, but not the blood. No, it had to be by blood, David could not trust that his decedents will continue his practice. Night after night, David pondered this dilemma, this curse of a problem that....

"That's it..." David thought. A curse! There were well known curses that were very much inherited by the new generation. The term "Sins of our Fathers" isn't just simply there for a metaphor. Blessings and curses were known to be passed down through families by blood, not by ritual or methods. If he could create a curse.. no.. a blessing of his own, then all of his decedents and there after could inherit the wonderful physical and magical traits of angelic beings!

This is when David Kurier began to warrant the attention of the Catholic Church. Catholicism had always had a major presence in the Austro-Hungarian Empire, but had little care for a strange Talent's odd obsessions. But they did begin to care at this point, as this was the point when David began his first human experiments.

He had met and married a woman by the name of Katherine. She was won over, practically enchanted by David's vision for the future human race, and began to aid him in his en devours, acting as a willing test subject. Her father, however, was a devout man of the faith, so when he soon realized what was really going on between David and his daughter, Katherine, he began to investigate further. In some sense, by the time the Catholic Arcanocracy fully intervened, they were too late.

After years upon years and a full generation of children, David had perfected his so called "Blessing" and traits. Katherine had been manipulated by David's magic and had given birth to the first generation of what David called the "Avian Race". That child had grown up to marry his own wife, and have two sons, who also had the traits of the Avian race. The vision that had happened so long ago, the dream that one day, humanity may ascend into the heavens to live among angels and God seemed start to finally come to fruition.

However, the Catholics had not been idle, and after many years of their own investigation into the magic used by David Kurier, they deemed him and his entire bloodline an affront to their religion, decrying him as a heretic and an inhumane monster who experimented on his own family. History has left few details as to what the investigative report said, but Ava could never truly know if the church was right in their claims of inhumanity against her great, great grandfather.

By now, David was an old man, and was easily taken into custody, however his son, and his grandchildren did not go so quietly. They had tried to fight back, first through the courts, but they were swiftly booted out. The Catholics demanded that they surrender themselves and their children to the church custody, were they were to be immediately sterilized and contained. They tried to flee, but only one of the Kuriers were able to slip through the church's hands, the youngest of the two brothers. This young boy, Jakob Kurier, was Ava's grandfather.

He escaped southward, often taking the rougher paths and unused roads, as it was nearly impossible to hide his avian like features. As he traveled, he grew more and more hateful of his grandfather's curse. It was the reason why he was homeless, without family nor food. He continued to wander the countryside, stealing when he could, just barely surviving. He reached the Alps, where he finally collapsed in exhaustion.

There, a farming family had found him and taken the young man in. Jakob was a mess of young boy, but stuck to what few principles he still believed in from his family and decided to help this farming family in return for their kindness. He worked on this farm, soon living in the nearby village of Walde, high in the mountains and far from the Catholic's gaze. Little did he know that thanks to his mother and father's resolve, they were able to convince the authorities that they only had one son. So, Jakob began to build a new life.

In the beginning, he wanted revenge against the church, but as he lived in this peaceful village, he realized that he was getting revenge right now. Just by the mere act of existing on his own free will, by continuing his family's line, he was defying the church, proving that they had ultimately failed in their goal. Thus, Jakob began to make himself as useful as he could in this small community, earning respect and love of its residents. He fell in love with the farm girl of the family that had saved him and they married. He had one child, a son, who he named David after his grandfather, and lived the rest of his life in peace.

Now this is when Ava finally entered the picture. She was born in January on a cold day in winter. By then, the village had come to love the Kuriers, and quietly protected them through mostly passive means. Her family had gained much respect, thanks to her father and her grandfather's good nature determination and hard work. Now most of her ancestors, like her Grandfather, were not actually Talented. In fact, the final, third piece to David Kurier's ultimate goal, was to modify the very mana power of humanity, so that all could be that of Talent. The Catholic Arcanocracy had put a stop to him from ever even coming close to that goal, thus when he died, so did his Talent. However Ava was the first in her family after three generations, to inherit this aptitude for powerful magic.

When it was discovered that Ava possessed Talent, it was kept underwraps. Ava's father forbid her from experimenting with her magic or using it for anything other than aiding her ability to fly. But that never really stopped Ava from secretly testing her powers. Even to this day, she has a secret spot in the mountains were she try out new spells and abilities whenever she can learn them.

When Ava became older, she took up an apprenticeship with the local postman, working essentially as a paperboy, but with more than just the daily news. She would be commonly scene flying from home to home in the countryside, delivering mail with a smile. Though, Ava has grown more and more anxious over the years. She doesn't want to stay coupe up in this small village. There was a vast, unexplored world out there, and Ava knew it.

Ava is a strong willed, friendly individual who has one hell of a backbone. Despite her humble upbringings, Ava is particularly quick witted and smart, being able to learn things at an astounding rate. Generally speaking, she will be kind and polite to those she initially meets, however to her closer friends, she can be shockingly foul mouthed, sarcastic, and even somewhat rude. She seems almost frustrated, angered that she has yet to meet anyone who truly functions at her level. To put it simply, in such a small, isolated mountain village, Ava lacks any sort of equal peer to confide in. Her lust for knowledge and adventure is not shared with many of the townspeople whether it be those of her age or older, so while she gets along with everyone, Ava still feels so... alone.