Name:
Viola Rifei

Age:
16

Appearance:
Standing at four foot six and barely over 80lbs, and usually sporting a slightly mischievous, somewhat knowing seeming smirk, Viola is definitely not what one would call physically impressive. Slender, and lacking any sort of definite muscle. Her skin is free of any blemishes and markings of any kind. Her eyes are a dull grey color and sports black colored hair that falls well past her shoulders.

Clothing wise, she is a fan of rather complicated and somewhat eccentric and expensive dresses, preferring darker colors such as black, purple, and dark blue. Her current choice of attire is a black dress, with white accents and red bows that falls to her waist where it meets a pair of black stockings and dress shoes. Why she chose to wear those instead of something more suiting is anyone guess. Some assume she's simply the child of a wealthy family and takes very good care of herself and is quite the pampered little brat, and doesn't know any better. She comments she simply likes the style.

Talent:
Summoning, the art of summoning mythical creatures to temporarily aid one.
Contracts, the art of binding a mythical beast to the will of the user and gaining temporary access to its abilities.

Grimoire Appearance:



Viola's Grimoire is made of exquisite black leather, and is small enough to fit in her pocket. The spine has silver studs adorning it, and is clasped shut with silver locks. Embedded in the center of the book is an onyx gemstone. The book smells of aged leather and paper, and has a hint of age to the covers.

First Spells:




Personality:
Viola...definitely does not behave the way her appearance might suggest. At first impression, she'd come off as incredibly formal and polite. Talk with her long enough though, and you'll find a somewhat self-centered, cynical, mischievous, somewhat playfully aggressive little girl who has a rather large seeming ego. However, this is just her attempting to be 'cute' or 'cheeky'. Truthfully, she doesn't take her own words to heart, and would never consider herself better than anyone.

Truthfully, she is fairly friendly and likes meeting people and being around people, and also simply likes watching them for...entertainment purposes. She'll be the first to say hello to someone, the first to speak up or attempt to diffuse a hostile situation and otherwise try and make light of things.

Another thing to note, would be an insatiable curiosity about anything and everything. History, technology...everything. While her physical skills are lacking, her academic studies and focus on such things will likely help greatly in the pursuit of magic.

However, like with everyone, she does have her own vices and sins. Hers, is curiosity and a lust and love of all knowledge, and her rather cynical and logical outlook on life and people, despite her seeming playfulness. She, would do anything for the sake of knowledge, and her curiosity drives her to meddle in quite a number of affairs, especially ones that offer the most entertainment value. For the most part, they are likely to be harmless...but perhaps, it could get everyone into trouble one day. Above all though, her desire is simple: Power.

History:
Viola's past isn't that remarkable, really. Born as the sole child to a middle class family in France. Utterly normal. Nothing to complain about. Nothing at all. She went to a normal school. Had normal friends, a normal life. It was a good life, really. Loving parents, friends, family. Even so, Viola herself couldn't help but to feel...well, nothing. Utter boredom, really. She spent her days reading books, studying, looking up myths, legends, and other such things on the internet. She even went to a witch coven once just for the lulz to see how it was. Aside from being completely disappointed, she didn't achieve anything nor alleviate her boredom.

Her life continued this way until she was around fifteen.

Now, she had always had a healthy bit of skepticism about supernatural things. But one night after taking a walk through town she stumbled across something that shouldn't be. A small hint of something otherworldly. For the first time in her life, Viola felt excited. Like a gaping hole in her heart had been filled and had been replaced by one thing: A burning desire. Without a word to her parents or friends, she left, taking as much money as she could and following these scant clues until she stumbled across a run down shop, where the clues seemed to be leading her...

Other:
N/A

Name: Aaron Nern

Age: 16

Appearance: Aaron is slightly taller than average for his age, and possesses a thin, somewhat willowy figure. His hair is brown and unruly, with long bangs hanging down and framing light, hazel eyes. A long, jagged scar runs from his left temple down to his cheekbone, contrasting reddish, damaged tissue across his normally fair skin.

Shortly after entering the world of magic, he obtains and almost always wears a large brown travelling cloak. Also visible on his person is a rather sizable satchel for holding supplies, and a large leather-bound book which is often confused for his grimoire.

Talent: Lightning, Illusion, Telepathy

Grimoire Appearance: Aaron's grimoire, for some odd reason, takes the form of a tightly rolled scroll, rather than the typical tome. There's nothing particularly fancy about it in its initial form, just long lengths of parchment wrapped around a cylindrical wooden core, and tied off with a knotted string of twine.

First Spells:
Lightning - Static Touch: Aaron places his hand on his target and emits light shocks into their body. It may be enough to properly seize up the muscles and stun smaller creatures, but can be easily shaken off by those of adult human size.

Illusion - Decoy: Aaron conjures up an accurate replica of himself in a spot he desires. The illusion can neither move nor be touched, but may be sufficient enough to trick or confuse enemies.

Telepathy - Babeltongue: Allows Aaron to translate and understand the next twenty words exchanged between him and a person he chooses, the spell working both ways. After the word limit is reached, the spell must be cast again to communicate further. This only works on languages spoken by humanoid races, and cannot be used to speak to animals.

Personality: Aloof and detached, Aaron can often come across as somewhat cold. Which isn't to say that he's apathetic, per se, but the unique circumstances of his memory make it difficult for him to know what emotions he should be evoking at any given moment. He prefers to turn to hard facts and numbers instead to dictate most of his thoughts and actions, however robotic it may make him seem.

In between writing and sketching most of his observations in a large book separate from his grimoire, Aaron usually tries his best to stay attentive to the people in his group, both to fit in better and to keep them from discovering the secret he hides.

History: Aaron has been living in a mental health institute since his parents died in a car accident two years prior. He was also in the vehicle at the time, and while he suffers no actual psychological disorders, he was inflicted with both retrograde and anterograde amnesia. As a result, he has no memories of his past, and his mind cannot create new memories either, wiping all past events from his head at the start of each new day.

With no past, no real future, and barely any time in the present to experience anything, Aaron spent most of his days like a ghost, aimlessly wandering hallways or watching television until he slept for the night. It made it easier to go to bed knowing that everything would be erased, if he never did anything worth remembering in the first place.

One day, however, he overheard another inpatient raving madly about how he had found a Clue, that would lead to a path that could heal a fractured mind, by way of magic and spells. It sounded just like all the other crazed chattering that Aaron usually tuned out around him, but for some reason, he listened intently this time. Something about the other man's voice resonated in him.

Committing everything he heard thereafter to his very temporary memory, the boy then fled the confines of the institution in search for the other clues. He acknowledged the risks, well aware that someone of his condition could easily be taken advantage of, and he'd likely wind up dead before even coming close to finding a way of getting his brain fixed. But Aaron didn't care. As hopeless as it all seemed, he had finally broken out of what felt like an endless cycle.

And even if he lost his life in his new endeavor...well, it wasn't like the life he had before was really "living", anyways.

Other: Aaron has to keep a detailed record of most events and the people he meets in order to properly imitate a person with a normal, working memory. He keeps his condition and the book he writes in a closely held secret, well aware of how easily another person could manipulate his thoughts and goals if they knew the truth.

The only thing he doesn't have to read to re-learn is magic. For some reason, likely because of its otherworldly properties, that knowledge alone sticks in his brain. This further motivates his belief that advancing in spell-craft is the key to getting his memory back.

It's worth noting that Aaron's condition easily makes him a disoriented and out-of-place character, but at the same time oddly adaptable. For example, after a day, he may be one of the few people in the group who has no attachments to the old world they've left behind, as he has no real memory of what it was like in the first place.