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Full Name: Leila Michelle Ingram
Nicknames/Aliases: Mitch
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Primary:] Runic Casting
Student
Secondary of interest: Magical Weapons Infusement
Secondary: Familiar Conjuring (learned via home tutor)
Description: Mitch is not remarkable in the least, and her actual appearance is often overlooked as most eyes are more drawn to watch her guide companion, Apple, than Mitch herself.
When people do manage to look at Mitch, most find her quite average: She has shoulder-length mousey brown hair and medium skin. She is on the shorter and thinner side, but not so much as to be the “most” anything: The curves of her body are slight, when not obstructed by poor posture and loose outfits. Her features are generally soft, and she has a girlish, round face; the kind of face that “could be pretty,” as one of her old schoolmates once said, if she took the time to maintain her looks.
Her dark brown eyes typically appear out of focus, as she is legally blind beyond the point of prescription correction. She wears glasses to work at her computer, along with a magnified font. Outside of this, she uses no vision aids, "because it's just different kind of blurry after six inches."
Personality: Mitch is a young woman of intense cleverness, determination, and social awkwardness.
In terms of living with her blindness, Mitch is well aware of her limits, but refuses to accept that they somehow make her less capable. She has a great deal of ingenuity, and uses it to pioneer new ways of doing things and securing independence.
Despite this, she is hyper-aware of the opinions of others, and often assumes the worst from what those around her say and do. She claims otherwise, but any indication that someone dislikes her is taken to heart.
To compensate, most of Mitch’s life, from friends to hobbies, exists online. She’s an avid and skilled member of the “Hactivist” community, fueled on by an innate sense of justice as well as her father’s career in information technology. Her sense of humor reflects the digital world she lives in, and is mostly made up of biting sarcasm, Internet absurdism, and self-deprecation.
Skills:
Has a stable familiar- See below
Comprised the entire runic alphabet into keyboard format with the intent of using it for rune-infused infiltration
Excellent computer skills; can hack basically anything with an internet connection.
Weaknesses:
Legally blind: Mitch can only see about eight inches in front of her face when using maximum correction and a reader’s glass.
She is also is not very good at the words and human-type things all the time.
Brief History: Leila was born to a mother and father, though public record shows otherwise: Outside of the magical community and a few intelligence agency servers, she was never born at all. Allegedly, he father was a Computer Science Professor at Oxford University, and her mother was a government accountant. Less on the record, Mr. Ingram worked with redacted Her mom was around less often, but Mitch is reasonably sure she definitely killed someone, and also probably works for some agency related to hiding monstrous summons. But her mom travels a lot. So, you know. *shrugs.*
Aside from the discovery of her disability, she had a relatively constant early childhood, filled with love and doting, if not an unreasonable amount of in-home security measures and middle-of-the-night moves.
By the time Leila was seven, her eyesight had grown weak enough that she needed to use a cane or a guide to navigate. Hoping to give her daughter a sense of independence, as well as a companion, Mrs. Ingram tutored her in the art of Familiar Conjuraton. Over the next year, Leila became proficient enough to open a small portal, through which a small creature fumbled.
Only, instead of a fluffy or comforting guide, Leila managed to summon a dragon-like abomination with six legs, purple fur, a beetle carapace, insect wings, and two mouths, one inside the other.
It bonded on sight, and she named it Apple.
Up until Marchand, Mitch’s schedule remained relatively the same: She kept to herself (and Apple) during her free time, studied computers with her father, and developed most of her social connections through the Internet.
Other: Mitch is legally blind, and can only see about six inches in front of her face with maximum correction and a reader's glass. Due to this, she navigates using a guide companion abomination. Her guide is a stable, permanent familiar who goes by Apple. ("Because he's a bit useless, and not all that impressive.")
Apple is the size of a small dog, with a dragon-like body shape. He has six legs, and is covered in a thick layer of purple fur. His underbelly features a carapace not dissimilar to that of a cockroach, and he has wings on his back to match. His tail is prehensile and features a barb that can occasionally drip acid when he is excited, and he has two mouths, one inside of the other.
He likes to sleep on top of Mitch's feet, and wears a harness that reads "Working animal! Do not pet," while working as a guide.
Full Name: Maeve Brigid Byrne
Nicknames/Aliases: Professor Byrne, Captain Byrne, Sir
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Primary: Aeromancy
Professor of: Aeromancy; Levitation
Secondaries: Magical Weapons Infusement, Levitation
Description:
Maeve is a woman of medium height with an atheltic build. She has unkempt red hair, muddy hazel eyes, and freckled skin. The beginnings of crows’ feet and frown lines drag at the corners of her face: Some grew from years of windy battlefields, but most stem from her general distaste for two-thirds of the human race. Her clothing tends to be more functional than anything, and usually consists of gym shorts or leggings, some form of tank top or racerback, and sneakers. When forced to manquerade a civil adult (or perhaps at her own funeral,) she wears a suit.
The words “Storm II” are tattoed over a war banner on her right shoulder blade. Across her chest, there is a monchrome kestrel with spread wings that reach up to her collarbones. On her left wrist, there is another tattoo of an oval with several concentric rings inside of it, and the words “Sempre vigilans" inscribed on a banner below it.
Across her left side abdomen, there is a wrinkled, misshapen scar about the size of a large hand, caused by a hasty battlefield cauterization. There are multiple other small, noticeably straight scars scattered across the rest of her exposed skin, particularly her outer arms. Down her back and over her left shoulder, there is a massive tree-like Lichtenberg figure that stretches up to the left side of her neck, and all the way down to her thigh.
Skills:
Master of Aeromancy, specifically as it pertains to winds and atmospheric phenomenon;
Agile flight, from a dual use of Aeromancy and levitation;
Talented melee fighter, especially in hand-to-hand;
Accurate knife-thrower, via the assistance of Aeromancy and MWI
Weaknesses:
Works best as a team fighter, and is bad at watching her own back;
Forms deep bonds with teammates, which make her easily manipulated;
Deathly loyal to her own motives and cause;
About as tactless and unsubtle as the average anvil;
Prefers to act on instinct and impulse, choosing to fight before thinking
Personality:
Foul mouthed and abrasive on her best days, it’s hard to imagine how Professor Byrne came into teaching. Her demeanor comes off as harsh and brutish, and some students feel more like they’ve been dropped into a boot camp than a school while taking her classes. She teaches as if readying her students for a war outside the school doors; whether it be real or imagined.
She is standoffish toward most people until given a clear reason to behave otherwise. Her sense of humor is dry and bitter, if not a bit crass. She has little pity for those who seek it or perceive themselves worthy of such: Whatever sense of sympathy she once had is kept locked away. Her loyalty is hard won, but undying once it has been earned. Despite a gruff exterior, she leads with her heart more than her head. This makes her an excellent teammate to have on your side, and a devoted friend.
She believes that pressure is the best motivator, and will not shy away from exploiting a student’s weakness to teach a lesson. Experience is a fine teacher: It was good enough for the war generation, and it will do well enough for her class. If tears are the cost for turning a coddled child into a hardened soldier, it is a tax she is willing to collect.
Brief History:
Maeve was born to the Byrne lineage— A relatively proud, if only middle-class, family of Aeromancers and fowlers. She had a bitter, though stable, relationship with her parents, and a rebellious childhood. She despised traditional mage gatherings and Council-hosted socialite events, but made the best of them by helping herself to the free drinks and occasionally engaging in the good-natured pestering of another teenage mage named Oren.
Maeve's carefree youth was interrupted at the age of twenty by the start of the War between Houses. She was completely unpracticed in battle, but a combination of pride and youthful stupidity drove her to enlist regardless. Whatever supposed glamour war may have held was quickly wiped away in real combat, as she paid the cost of watching many teammates her own age die bloody deaths.
By coincidence, she ended up fighting back to back with her childhood acquaintance Oren Kovalenko. Byrne and Kovalenko made it through the war by what some would call skill and others luck, and eventually rose through the ranks to serve as a two-woman special ops team known simply as "Storm II," specializing in massive destructive endeavors. The two were also members of an elite strike team, Alpha-Omega, with a reputation for finishing what they started. Maeve gained two to three other close comrades through this team, but generally tried to keep the others at arms' length after watching so many fall.
In the years after the war, Maeve served the Council and others doing piecemeal missions that required some extra muscle. She drank, attempted a relationship here or there, but mostly just kept her head above water where she could.
When Marchand was founded, Byrne had her reservations about signing onto the faculty. She was eventually persuaded by the mission of the school, and put aside her personal doubts to serve the greater cause.
Nicknames/Aliases: Professor Byrne, Captain Byrne, Sir
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Primary: Aeromancy
Professor of: Aeromancy; Levitation
Secondaries: Magical Weapons Infusement, Levitation
Description:
Maeve is a woman of medium height with an atheltic build. She has unkempt red hair, muddy hazel eyes, and freckled skin. The beginnings of crows’ feet and frown lines drag at the corners of her face: Some grew from years of windy battlefields, but most stem from her general distaste for two-thirds of the human race. Her clothing tends to be more functional than anything, and usually consists of gym shorts or leggings, some form of tank top or racerback, and sneakers. When forced to manquerade a civil adult (or perhaps at her own funeral,) she wears a suit.
The words “Storm II” are tattoed over a war banner on her right shoulder blade. Across her chest, there is a monchrome kestrel with spread wings that reach up to her collarbones. On her left wrist, there is another tattoo of an oval with several concentric rings inside of it, and the words “Sempre vigilans" inscribed on a banner below it.
Across her left side abdomen, there is a wrinkled, misshapen scar about the size of a large hand, caused by a hasty battlefield cauterization. There are multiple other small, noticeably straight scars scattered across the rest of her exposed skin, particularly her outer arms. Down her back and over her left shoulder, there is a massive tree-like Lichtenberg figure that stretches up to the left side of her neck, and all the way down to her thigh.
Skills:
Master of Aeromancy, specifically as it pertains to winds and atmospheric phenomenon;
Agile flight, from a dual use of Aeromancy and levitation;
Talented melee fighter, especially in hand-to-hand;
Accurate knife-thrower, via the assistance of Aeromancy and MWI
Weaknesses:
Works best as a team fighter, and is bad at watching her own back;
Forms deep bonds with teammates, which make her easily manipulated;
Deathly loyal to her own motives and cause;
About as tactless and unsubtle as the average anvil;
Prefers to act on instinct and impulse, choosing to fight before thinking
Personality:
Foul mouthed and abrasive on her best days, it’s hard to imagine how Professor Byrne came into teaching. Her demeanor comes off as harsh and brutish, and some students feel more like they’ve been dropped into a boot camp than a school while taking her classes. She teaches as if readying her students for a war outside the school doors; whether it be real or imagined.
She is standoffish toward most people until given a clear reason to behave otherwise. Her sense of humor is dry and bitter, if not a bit crass. She has little pity for those who seek it or perceive themselves worthy of such: Whatever sense of sympathy she once had is kept locked away. Her loyalty is hard won, but undying once it has been earned. Despite a gruff exterior, she leads with her heart more than her head. This makes her an excellent teammate to have on your side, and a devoted friend.
She believes that pressure is the best motivator, and will not shy away from exploiting a student’s weakness to teach a lesson. Experience is a fine teacher: It was good enough for the war generation, and it will do well enough for her class. If tears are the cost for turning a coddled child into a hardened soldier, it is a tax she is willing to collect.
Brief History:
Maeve was born to the Byrne lineage— A relatively proud, if only middle-class, family of Aeromancers and fowlers. She had a bitter, though stable, relationship with her parents, and a rebellious childhood. She despised traditional mage gatherings and Council-hosted socialite events, but made the best of them by helping herself to the free drinks and occasionally engaging in the good-natured pestering of another teenage mage named Oren.
Maeve's carefree youth was interrupted at the age of twenty by the start of the War between Houses. She was completely unpracticed in battle, but a combination of pride and youthful stupidity drove her to enlist regardless. Whatever supposed glamour war may have held was quickly wiped away in real combat, as she paid the cost of watching many teammates her own age die bloody deaths.
By coincidence, she ended up fighting back to back with her childhood acquaintance Oren Kovalenko. Byrne and Kovalenko made it through the war by what some would call skill and others luck, and eventually rose through the ranks to serve as a two-woman special ops team known simply as "Storm II," specializing in massive destructive endeavors. The two were also members of an elite strike team, Alpha-Omega, with a reputation for finishing what they started. Maeve gained two to three other close comrades through this team, but generally tried to keep the others at arms' length after watching so many fall.
In the years after the war, Maeve served the Council and others doing piecemeal missions that required some extra muscle. She drank, attempted a relationship here or there, but mostly just kept her head above water where she could.
When Marchand was founded, Byrne had her reservations about signing onto the faculty. She was eventually persuaded by the mission of the school, and put aside her personal doubts to serve the greater cause.
Full Name: Leila Michelle Ingram
Nicknames/Aliases: Mitch
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Primary:] Runic Casting
Student
Secondary of interest: Magical Weapons Infusement
Secondary: Familiar Conjuring (learned via home tutor)
Description: Mitch is not remarkable in the least, and her actual appearance is often overlooked as most eyes are more drawn to watch her guide companion, Apple, than Mitch herself.
When people do manage to look at Mitch, most find her quite average: She has shoulder-length mousey brown hair and medium skin. She is on the shorter and thinner side, but not so much as to be the “most” anything: The curves of her body are slight, when not obstructed by poor posture and loose outfits. Her features are generally soft, and she has a girlish, round face; the kind of face that “could be pretty,” as one of her old schoolmates once said, if she took the time to maintain her looks.
Her dark brown eyes typically appear out of focus, as she is legally blind beyond the point of prescription correction. She wears glasses to work at her computer, along with a magnified font. Outside of this, she uses no vision aids, "because it's just different kind of blurry after six inches."
Personality: Mitch is a young woman of intense cleverness, determination, and social awkwardness.
In terms of living with her blindness, Mitch is well aware of her limits, but refuses to accept that they somehow make her less capable. She has a great deal of ingenuity, and uses it to pioneer new ways of doing things and securing independence.
Despite this, she is hyper-aware of the opinions of others, and often assumes the worst from what those around her say and do. She claims otherwise, but any indication that someone dislikes her is taken to heart.
To compensate, most of Mitch’s life, from friends to hobbies, exists online. She’s an avid and skilled member of the “Hactivist” community, fueled on by an innate sense of justice as well as her father’s career in information technology. Her sense of humor reflects the digital world she lives in, and is mostly made up of biting sarcasm, Internet absurdism, and self-deprecation.
Skills:
Has a stable familiar- See below
Comprised the entire runic alphabet into keyboard format with the intent of using it for rune-infused infiltration
Excellent computer skills; can hack basically anything with an internet connection.
Weaknesses:
Legally blind: Mitch can only see about eight inches in front of her face when using maximum correction and a reader’s glass.
She is also is not very good at the words and human-type things all the time.
Brief History: Leila was born to a mother and father, though public record shows otherwise: Outside of the magical community and a few intelligence agency servers, she was never born at all. Allegedly, he father was a Computer Science Professor at Oxford University, and her mother was a government accountant. Less on the record, Mr. Ingram worked with redacted Her mom was around less often, but Mitch is reasonably sure she definitely killed someone, and also probably works for some agency related to hiding monstrous summons. But her mom travels a lot. So, you know. *shrugs.*
Aside from the discovery of her disability, she had a relatively constant early childhood, filled with love and doting, if not an unreasonable amount of in-home security measures and middle-of-the-night moves.
By the time Leila was seven, her eyesight had grown weak enough that she needed to use a cane or a guide to navigate. Hoping to give her daughter a sense of independence, as well as a companion, Mrs. Ingram tutored her in the art of Familiar Conjuraton. Over the next year, Leila became proficient enough to open a small portal, through which a small creature fumbled.
Only, instead of a fluffy or comforting guide, Leila managed to summon a dragon-like abomination with six legs, purple fur, a beetle carapace, insect wings, and two mouths, one inside the other.
It bonded on sight, and she named it Apple.
Up until Marchand, Mitch’s schedule remained relatively the same: She kept to herself (and Apple) during her free time, studied computers with her father, and developed most of her social connections through the Internet.
Other: Mitch is legally blind, and can only see about six inches in front of her face with maximum correction and a reader's glass. Due to this, she navigates using a guide companion abomination. Her guide is a stable, permanent familiar who goes by Apple. ("Because he's a bit useless, and not all that impressive.")
Apple is the size of a small dog, with a dragon-like body shape. He has six legs, and is covered in a thick layer of purple fur. His underbelly features a carapace not dissimilar to that of a cockroach, and he has wings on his back to match. His tail is prehensile and features a barb that can occasionally drip acid when he is excited, and he has two mouths, one inside of the other.
He likes to sleep on top of Mitch's feet, and wears a harness that reads "Working animal! Do not pet," while working as a guide.
Full Name:
Layne Aurelius Towerfall
Nicknames/Aliases:
Just Layne. That not good enough for you?
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Primary:
Terramancy
Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries
-Magical Weapon Infusement
-Familiar Summoning
Description:
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 174 lbs
Build: Muscular, but not athletic.
Layne doesn’t care much for appearance, and his wardrobe reflects that: His typical outfits don’t stray far from t-shirts, sweatshirts, and jeans. It’s rare to see him wear anything that looks new. He tends to wear an article of clothing until it physically falls apart.
His knuckles are scarred from many brawls, and his nose his obviously been broken at least once.
Personality:
Layne isn’t a people person: A rough and tumble childhood shaped him into the kind of guy who lets his fists do the talking. He can frequently come across as mean-spirited, always quick with a disparaging remark for anyone he doesn’t view as respectable.
He isn’t one to think too hard about his next course of action either. He runs through the world like a wild horse, full of vim and nearly impossible to contain.
He puts on a false front of not caring what others think, but under his gruff and headstrong exterior he genuinely wants to be liked. Unfortunately, his upbringing has left him without the slightest idea how to handle relationships appropriately. Still, if one can make it past all his glaring faults, they’d find a stalwart and protective companion.
Ultimately, Layne behaves in this way because he feels he has something to prove. To the aristocrats who look down on his family, to his dead-beat dad, and to himself.
Crush:
TBD
Skills:
Layne has a decent grasp of his Terramancy, but everything he knows is either self-taught or imparted to him by his less that reliable father. His skills are rudimentary but surprisingly potent for one his age.
”Stone, like Water” At his touch, stone and earth become soft and yielding, responding to his thoughts to shape into nearly anything he can imagine. Unfortunately he is not a very imaginative person, so this ability only works with very small amounts of material and only as long as it is in contact with his skin. It’s useful as armor or weaponry, but more subtle work is beyond him. While his power works best with things like limestone and granite, it also functions with pure crystalline structures like diamond and obsidian.
"Improving the Natural" Layne has some natural skill for MWI, but has so far only been able to apply enchantments to weapons made by his own hand from stone or crystal. These charms tend to be strong, but rudimentary: Increases in sharpness or durability, for example.
Weaknesses:
His most glaring weakness has to do with his primary ability: While coating his body in stone makes him a formidable bruiser, it also slows him down nearly to the point of immobility.
More than this, Layne is not very clever. Like Alexander cutting the knot, he’s the type to smash straight through the walls of a maze because he simply isn’t capable of solving it. He can be very easy to mislead, deceive, and outwit.
Brief History:
There was a time, many generations back, when it would have been a mark of social status to employ a Towerfall mage. Known for their ruthlessness and shear brute strength, they were frequently sought out as guards and mercenaries by more patrician magical houses. Need a rival’s tower torn down? Does a peasant revolt need to be stopped? Towerfall would have been the first name to come to mind. A merchant caravan flying the family crest would have been safe from even the most cut-throat of highwaymen. Their house may not have been considered noble, but they were respected.
Of course, war can change many things. Their family name had been on the decline for years before the war even began, looked down upon as a relic of a more violent past. After a particularly crushing defeat during a key battle, their fate was sealed: All but one member of their house was dead, and the rest of magical community had their confirmation that the Towerfalls were the untrustworthy and inelegant brutes they always thought they were.
So Layne was raised by his father, Marton, a broken and disgraced war veteran with nothing left but his now tarnished name. Layne’s mother is a mystery to him, as she apparently fled into night not long after his birth, no doubt driven off by Marton’s love of the bottle. Now, Marton was not necessarily a bad man, but he had no idea how to raise a son on his own. Layne’s relationship with his father is tense at best, characterized by many a shouting match and beating.
Layne view his acceptance to Marchand as a chance for redemption: He hopes to at least soften what he knows are his very rough edges, and hopefully restore a touch of honor to his family name.
Other:
His most secret desire is to make magical jewelry. He makes small pieces at times, but he isn't suited for such delicate work and generally makes a mess of it.
Professor of Runes and Healing
Full Name:
Edgar Morgan Coyle
Nicknames/Aliases:
“Doctor Coyle”
Age:
38
Gender:
Male
Primary:
Runic Casting
Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries
Healing, Blood Magic
Description:
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 133 lbs.
Build: Slender, just on the verge of looking unhealthy.
Hair: Chestnut brown, streaked with white. Thick and untidy. Keeps a (mostly) close cropped beard.
Eyes: Dark green, muddled with brown. Wears a pair of thick lensed glasses.
Coyle has a tendency to always look like he’s just leapt out of bed. He is every bit the image of the ‘absentminded researcher’, his hair often tousled and unkept, his clothes stained with… well, things that probably aren’t worth asking about. His skin is ghostly pale and he has dark bags under his eyes, indicative of a man who does not often see the sun.
Personality:
If you met him at a party, you might say Coyle is odd, but polite. Generally wearing a placid smile, he’s quick with a joke or a word of kindness. However, there is a sharp, predatory gleam ever present in his eyes. Like an owl eyeing a field mouse.
In truth, his primary focus is always the pursuit of knowledge above all else. Colleagues, students, or random innocents on the street: To him, they are only possible test subjects.
It would not even necessarily be fair to call him cruel. Coyle is not a malicious or sadistic man, he is merely indifferent to suffering he deems necessary.
Relationship:
His first and only love is his work
Skills:
A Well-Structured Theorem: With his sharp mind and lifelong devotion to the understanding of magical theory, given enough time Coyle is capable of monstrously complex feats of runic construction. During the war, he utilized these abilities to lay traps and defend perimeters. He can be credited with spells are gruesome as making an entire enemy unit vomit blood, as well as subtle lines that made a man who crossed them lose all sense of direction.
Medical Biology and You: As is common among his bloodline, Coyle has a powerful knack for healing magic. His specialization lies in complex works of surgery, and he is infamous for his ghoulish skill in keeping a body alive long after nature would have dictated it to end.
Weaknesses:
Due to the nature of his abilities if he does not have sufficient prep time and information he is utterly useless in physical confrontation. His Healing abilities are similarly hampered: Healing small injuries on the fly is enormously difficult, as he requires the sterile and ritualistic nature of an operating table to work.
On a personal note, Coyle has few friends due to his personality and the dark reputation of his family.
Brief History:
If one were to peruse the sections of Magical Theory and Medicine in the average library, a clear pattern would present itself. Namely, the common repetition of a single name: “Coyle”
Indeed, “The Coyle Institute of Theory and Physiological Understanding” has been an infamous name in the world arcane academia. Mainly only accepting their own blood relatives, fewer than one in six thousand outside aplicants are allowed to conduct their work inside it’s dark and haunted halls. Those that are allowed access to the institution are vowed to secrecy. Despite it's tightly cloistered nature, the outflow of knowledge is relatively vast. To quote one prominent scholar, “Without the work of the Coyle Institute, our understanding of the function of the human body and the method of it’s repair would be set back one hundred years.”
Rumors always abound. Nightmarish experiments, gruesome tortures, mass graves and disappearances, no story of the Coyle institute told in dark taprooms has a happy ending. Despite any of these legends, the institute still thrives. Multiple investigations have been conducted by Council officials, but the result has been the same each time: There was no substantial evidence present of unethical treatment of subjects, nor was there any indication anyone was being held their against their will.
It came as quite the surprise when Edgar Coyle, the family’s eldest heir, volunteered to fight the cults on the front lines instead of spending his life in the laboratory. One might have expected an anemic and nebbish boy like Edgar to be nervous at the prospect of war, but he practically danced with glee.
He proved his usefulness swiftly, nearly unmatched in his skill with complex runic formulae. He earned multiple commendations after several battles turned neatly on their ears by his well laid pitfalls and multiple night raids on Council camps thwarted.
Though it was odd…. Despite his reputation as a skilled healer, he abstained from any conventional field medic duties. If he was outside, he was working on runes, or carefully examining corpses. Otherwise, he spent every waking hour in his tightly sealed and heavily guarded research tents. It is mostly unknown what happened in those canvas pavilions, their exteriors heavily warded to prevent sound from escaping.
Other:
Full Name: Sigmund O'Welles
Nicknames/Aliases: Sig
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Primary: Necromancy
Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries: MWI, Levitation
Description:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120 Lbs
Build: Thin, willowy
A lean young man with angular features, Sig tends to favor heavier winter clothing, as though he is always a little cold. What he wears tends to be crooked and ill fitted, his hair normally unkempt and sticking up at odd angles. He gives the impression of a person who doesn't care about his appearance, likely not out of any stylistic choice but rather a complete disregard for social conventions.
Personality: At first brush, you might assume Sig is on something, or perhaps should be on something he has neglected to take. Ditzy, forgetful, and just a touch manic, he seems to approach problems from complicated and illogical angles. Whether the question is social or academic, he under and over thinks things seemingly at random. He seems to be in a perpetually good mood, though this is likely attributed to by his lack of self awareness.
A 'get along, go along' type of person, he's more inclined to make friends than enemies, though he makes no obvious effort in the pursuit of either. He has a flair for the dramatic and unconventional, but his strange and often complex plans frequently fall apart once he forgets what he was doing in the first place.
Crush:
Skills: A naturally gifted corporeal necromancer, Sigmund favors skeletons for their simple and highly modular qualities. Combined with specific enchantments, he cobbles bones together like abstract walking art projects, favoring aesthetic over practicality. Questions like "why" are generally pushed aside in favor of questions like "how" when building a necromantic construct.
Weaknesses: Aside from the other drawbacks of being a spacey oddball, his compulsion to over complicate every conceivable situation means that a focused and lateral thinker could easily run circles around him.
Brief History: For generations, the O'Welles clan has been content to keep to their own devices. Being a family of eccentric misanthropes has never been something worth raising an eyebrow over in the magical world at large. A nomadic people by nature, stories from the old days paint fantastical pictures of great roving caravans, pack animals and vehicles alike all constructed from ambulatory bone.
As the world grew and became more interconnected the family diluted out into greater society, forsaking their reclusive nature in favor of survival.
Sigmund himself hails from what his family consider "the last remnants of the old blood", though their lack of record keeping makes this a highly contentious claim. His immediate family runs the "Oddities Arcanum" in Denver, an avant garde art museum catering specially to the magic community.
Nicknames/Aliases: Sig
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Primary: Necromancy
Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries: MWI, Levitation
Description:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120 Lbs
Build: Thin, willowy
A lean young man with angular features, Sig tends to favor heavier winter clothing, as though he is always a little cold. What he wears tends to be crooked and ill fitted, his hair normally unkempt and sticking up at odd angles. He gives the impression of a person who doesn't care about his appearance, likely not out of any stylistic choice but rather a complete disregard for social conventions.
Personality: At first brush, you might assume Sig is on something, or perhaps should be on something he has neglected to take. Ditzy, forgetful, and just a touch manic, he seems to approach problems from complicated and illogical angles. Whether the question is social or academic, he under and over thinks things seemingly at random. He seems to be in a perpetually good mood, though this is likely attributed to by his lack of self awareness.
A 'get along, go along' type of person, he's more inclined to make friends than enemies, though he makes no obvious effort in the pursuit of either. He has a flair for the dramatic and unconventional, but his strange and often complex plans frequently fall apart once he forgets what he was doing in the first place.
Crush:
Skills: A naturally gifted corporeal necromancer, Sigmund favors skeletons for their simple and highly modular qualities. Combined with specific enchantments, he cobbles bones together like abstract walking art projects, favoring aesthetic over practicality. Questions like "why" are generally pushed aside in favor of questions like "how" when building a necromantic construct.
Weaknesses: Aside from the other drawbacks of being a spacey oddball, his compulsion to over complicate every conceivable situation means that a focused and lateral thinker could easily run circles around him.
Brief History: For generations, the O'Welles clan has been content to keep to their own devices. Being a family of eccentric misanthropes has never been something worth raising an eyebrow over in the magical world at large. A nomadic people by nature, stories from the old days paint fantastical pictures of great roving caravans, pack animals and vehicles alike all constructed from ambulatory bone.
As the world grew and became more interconnected the family diluted out into greater society, forsaking their reclusive nature in favor of survival.
Sigmund himself hails from what his family consider "the last remnants of the old blood", though their lack of record keeping makes this a highly contentious claim. His immediate family runs the "Oddities Arcanum" in Denver, an avant garde art museum catering specially to the magic community.
VitoftheVoid thesunthesunthesunth
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Aaand my little child of the Cult.
Full Name: Dinah Jael Fox
Nicknames/Aliases: Di, Fox, Tree Girl,
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Primary: Terramancy
Student
Secondaries of Interest: Tracking, toxin production.
Description: Dinah is a little on the tall side (albeit nowhere near as much as a Norrevinter) and built like someone not unused to exercize. She has long, unkempt-looking light brown hair. 'Rat's Nest' might be a term used by some. She doesn't brush it quite as often as she should, and it quite often contains the odd leaf or twig. She has brown eyes and a rather laissez-faire attitude towards fashion, if the faded appearance of many of her outfits is to be taken into account. Most of her appearance reflects her rather laid-back (perhaps too laid-back) attitude to life.
Skills:
Bonded with Nature Dinah's upbringing has lacked much supervision, but her rather wild background has given her a very keen sense of the flora and fauna aspects of her primary. Spending time out in the woods with just plants and animals has done wonders for her abilities.
Survival Related to this, Dinah is pretty self-sufficient,she can survive well on her own, and is perhaps rather more worldly than many of the students.
Weaknesses:
- Slacker A tearaway with little sense of discipline, Dinah is a slacker with little drive or direction, and doesn't tend to apply herself in academic studies, meaning her chances of developing secondaries are rather unlikely.
Personality:
Dinah Fox is a person who has nearly always lived by her own rules.
Di is not a person to keep how she feels about anything to herself. She is outwardly affectionate to people she likes..to the point that a personal bubble doesn't seem to exist where she'd concerned. If she likes a person she'll flying tackle them and hug them to death as a greeting if she wants to. At the same time if she dislikes a person, she will not in the slightest bit hesitate about showing them the extent of that.
Possibly in a similar vein, Di could be seen as being rather...feral. She always has been that way.
She doesn't wear makeup. She was once persuaded to try wearing nail polish and ended up scraping it off with her teeth because she thought it made her nails feel odd. She had no concept of manners or formality. She eats pretty much everything with her hands...unless it's soup, then she'll just lift it up and drink it right out of the bowl. She is perfectly happy to break school rules for her own interests.
Brief History:
Dinah's own history is fairly chaotic. She and her brother spent their childhoods being bumped around to numerous relatives outside of immediate family, rarely staying long in one place before they got sent elsewhere.
What was far more notable though, at least as far as mages were concerned, was her family, specifically, her parentage.
The Fox family, once the council seat of Earth, were previously led by Morgana Fox, Dinah's mother. It was Morgana who founded the cult, splitting away from thr Council and serving as a charismatic leader with some terrible intentions. Eugenics. Genocide. The destruction of non-magical humanity and an age of magic. It was only though the war and her violent deposition, that stopped her. This fracture lost the wider family their say in political council, the removal of the Fox crest from many official archives. The extended branches of the family have, in the years since the war, remained on the periphery of the magical world, having little contact with others from that community.
As such, Dinah grew up rather aware that she had few expectations of success. Divorced from the terrible war years, but well aware of the reputation they'd gained as a family, she developed a general feeling of resentment towards the jostling and machinations of the magical bloodlines. This was to the point that she was in two minds about whether she wished to attend at all. However, after falling out with her current set of guardians after a certain incident involving crashing her brother's car, she didn't really have anywhere else to be.
Full Name: Dinah Jael Fox
Nicknames/Aliases: Di, Fox, Tree Girl,
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Primary: Terramancy
Student
Secondaries of Interest: Tracking, toxin production.
Description: Dinah is a little on the tall side (albeit nowhere near as much as a Norrevinter) and built like someone not unused to exercize. She has long, unkempt-looking light brown hair. 'Rat's Nest' might be a term used by some. She doesn't brush it quite as often as she should, and it quite often contains the odd leaf or twig. She has brown eyes and a rather laissez-faire attitude towards fashion, if the faded appearance of many of her outfits is to be taken into account. Most of her appearance reflects her rather laid-back (perhaps too laid-back) attitude to life.
Skills:
Bonded with Nature Dinah's upbringing has lacked much supervision, but her rather wild background has given her a very keen sense of the flora and fauna aspects of her primary. Spending time out in the woods with just plants and animals has done wonders for her abilities.
Survival Related to this, Dinah is pretty self-sufficient,she can survive well on her own, and is perhaps rather more worldly than many of the students.
Weaknesses:
- Slacker A tearaway with little sense of discipline, Dinah is a slacker with little drive or direction, and doesn't tend to apply herself in academic studies, meaning her chances of developing secondaries are rather unlikely.
Personality:
Dinah Fox is a person who has nearly always lived by her own rules.
Di is not a person to keep how she feels about anything to herself. She is outwardly affectionate to people she likes..to the point that a personal bubble doesn't seem to exist where she'd concerned. If she likes a person she'll flying tackle them and hug them to death as a greeting if she wants to. At the same time if she dislikes a person, she will not in the slightest bit hesitate about showing them the extent of that.
Possibly in a similar vein, Di could be seen as being rather...feral. She always has been that way.
She doesn't wear makeup. She was once persuaded to try wearing nail polish and ended up scraping it off with her teeth because she thought it made her nails feel odd. She had no concept of manners or formality. She eats pretty much everything with her hands...unless it's soup, then she'll just lift it up and drink it right out of the bowl. She is perfectly happy to break school rules for her own interests.
Brief History:
Dinah's own history is fairly chaotic. She and her brother spent their childhoods being bumped around to numerous relatives outside of immediate family, rarely staying long in one place before they got sent elsewhere.
What was far more notable though, at least as far as mages were concerned, was her family, specifically, her parentage.
The Fox family, once the council seat of Earth, were previously led by Morgana Fox, Dinah's mother. It was Morgana who founded the cult, splitting away from thr Council and serving as a charismatic leader with some terrible intentions. Eugenics. Genocide. The destruction of non-magical humanity and an age of magic. It was only though the war and her violent deposition, that stopped her. This fracture lost the wider family their say in political council, the removal of the Fox crest from many official archives. The extended branches of the family have, in the years since the war, remained on the periphery of the magical world, having little contact with others from that community.
As such, Dinah grew up rather aware that she had few expectations of success. Divorced from the terrible war years, but well aware of the reputation they'd gained as a family, she developed a general feeling of resentment towards the jostling and machinations of the magical bloodlines. This was to the point that she was in two minds about whether she wished to attend at all. However, after falling out with her current set of guardians after a certain incident involving crashing her brother's car, she didn't really have anywhere else to be.
ShepherdOfHope
Member
Seen
9 mos ago
Full Name:
Sophia Marie von Riegan
Nicknames/Aliases:
Soph, Sophie
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Primary:
Defense
Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries:
Healing // Shadow Step
Description:
Sophia von Riegan is a rather petite girl, standing at around 5'4" and weighing roughly 125 pounds. Her eyes are a pale shade of gray, framed with fair skin and light brown hair. She has rather soft features, giving her a cute appearance, though she looks a bit younger than she really is. Sophia has a rather refined look with nice clothing and good posture; however, a glint of ambition in her eyes hints at something a bit deeper under the surface. She tends to wear a faint smile on her face, making her seem friendly and approachable at first glance.
Personality:
Sophia is rather shy and soft-spoken, though she isn't unfriendly to those who approach her. She's a good listener, preferring to let others speak rather than speak herself. She's very thoughtful, always considering the needs of others before her own. At the same time, though, she can become lost in this thoughtfulness, sometimes spacing out when she's by herself. While she enjoys the company of others, she occasionally feels the need to be alone, secluding herself without saying anything to her friends. Sophia is typically very optimistic, always seeing the good in others or maintaining a positive outlook in bad situations.
In light of all this, it may come as a surprise to learn that Sophia has an ambitious, competitive side to her. She loathes failure in herself, and always strives to become better. She works very hard to maintain her grades, and can be counted on to go the extra mile in whatever she does. While Sophia places a great deal of pressure on herself to succeed, she intends to do so honestly; she would never chase her own goals at the cost of someone else's well-being. Moreover, she would never use nefarious means to seek out her own ambition. Despite all this pressure boiling under the surface, Sophia rarely voices her deeper thoughts and emotions. In fact, she's rather secretive, tending to keep an outwardly neutral appearance that makes her hard to read.
Crush:
Open
Skills:
•Being from the Riegan family, Sophia has a natural affinity for Defense. She's talented at creating shields and negation fields, allowing her to protect both herself and others. She has put a great deal of practice into this art, demonstrating great ability. However, she's better at creating negation fields than shields.
•In addition to Defense magic, Sophia has a penchant for Healing, having learned a bit of it per family tradition. However, she's a novice at best, and seeks to pursue it to a greater extent. At present, she's capable of healing small cuts and scrapes, as well as alleviating minor headaches.
•Sophia is a native speaker of German, as she was born in Hamburg. However, she is fluent in English, having been taught it from a young age.
•She has academia down to an art. While this is in part thanks to her natural intelligence, she's also a dedicated student. Sophia knows the most effective ways of learning and retaining information, and keeps herself very organized.
Weaknesses:
•Sophia is pathetically gullible. She trusts people almost immediately, and is easily taken advantage of. She also has a difficult time speaking up for herself, making her something of a doormat.
•Sophia's not much good in a head-on fight. She has little practical experience with weaponry, and only knows enough of hand-to-hand combat to get away from someone. She's much better in a supporting role than a directly offensive one.
•She has a tendency to abandon her own well-being for the sake of her goals. She will forgo food or rest without a moment's hesitation, and can put her health at risk as a result.
Brief History:
The Riegan family line is relatively new, having been founded by Claudius von Riegan during the early 1800s. Claudius earned a status of minor nobility and wealth by participating in the Napoleonic Wars; specifically, Claudius was one of the first field medics in history, serving in a mobile hospital during the wars. This established a long-held Riegan family tradition of military service, with almost all of his descendants becoming combat medics of some sort. The bloodline faded into relative obscurity throughout the remainder of the 1800s, though it maintained its nobility though continued military service. The Riegans fought on the side of Germany during World War I, with most of its male heirs perishing in the conflict, forcing the family into further obscurity. During World War II, still reeling from the loss, the Riegan family fled to Switzerland in fear of persecution. The family returned to Germany in the 1960s, setting its sights on higher status among magical nobility.
The Riegans would not gain any sort of prominence, however, until the recent magical war against the cult. During those three hellish years, the Riegan family (headed by Sophia's father Felix) earned a great deal of respect for their service as field medics. As of now, Felix von Riegan still heads the family, aiming to propel both himself and his bloodline into higher authority.
Other:
Sophia enjoys reading and listening to music. During her free time, she is usually doing one or the other.
Sophia Marie von Riegan
Nicknames/Aliases:
Soph, Sophie
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Primary:
Defense
Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries:
Healing // Shadow Step
Description:
Sophia von Riegan is a rather petite girl, standing at around 5'4" and weighing roughly 125 pounds. Her eyes are a pale shade of gray, framed with fair skin and light brown hair. She has rather soft features, giving her a cute appearance, though she looks a bit younger than she really is. Sophia has a rather refined look with nice clothing and good posture; however, a glint of ambition in her eyes hints at something a bit deeper under the surface. She tends to wear a faint smile on her face, making her seem friendly and approachable at first glance.
Personality:
Sophia is rather shy and soft-spoken, though she isn't unfriendly to those who approach her. She's a good listener, preferring to let others speak rather than speak herself. She's very thoughtful, always considering the needs of others before her own. At the same time, though, she can become lost in this thoughtfulness, sometimes spacing out when she's by herself. While she enjoys the company of others, she occasionally feels the need to be alone, secluding herself without saying anything to her friends. Sophia is typically very optimistic, always seeing the good in others or maintaining a positive outlook in bad situations.
In light of all this, it may come as a surprise to learn that Sophia has an ambitious, competitive side to her. She loathes failure in herself, and always strives to become better. She works very hard to maintain her grades, and can be counted on to go the extra mile in whatever she does. While Sophia places a great deal of pressure on herself to succeed, she intends to do so honestly; she would never chase her own goals at the cost of someone else's well-being. Moreover, she would never use nefarious means to seek out her own ambition. Despite all this pressure boiling under the surface, Sophia rarely voices her deeper thoughts and emotions. In fact, she's rather secretive, tending to keep an outwardly neutral appearance that makes her hard to read.
Crush:
Open
Skills:
•Being from the Riegan family, Sophia has a natural affinity for Defense. She's talented at creating shields and negation fields, allowing her to protect both herself and others. She has put a great deal of practice into this art, demonstrating great ability. However, she's better at creating negation fields than shields.
•In addition to Defense magic, Sophia has a penchant for Healing, having learned a bit of it per family tradition. However, she's a novice at best, and seeks to pursue it to a greater extent. At present, she's capable of healing small cuts and scrapes, as well as alleviating minor headaches.
•Sophia is a native speaker of German, as she was born in Hamburg. However, she is fluent in English, having been taught it from a young age.
•She has academia down to an art. While this is in part thanks to her natural intelligence, she's also a dedicated student. Sophia knows the most effective ways of learning and retaining information, and keeps herself very organized.
Weaknesses:
•Sophia is pathetically gullible. She trusts people almost immediately, and is easily taken advantage of. She also has a difficult time speaking up for herself, making her something of a doormat.
•Sophia's not much good in a head-on fight. She has little practical experience with weaponry, and only knows enough of hand-to-hand combat to get away from someone. She's much better in a supporting role than a directly offensive one.
•She has a tendency to abandon her own well-being for the sake of her goals. She will forgo food or rest without a moment's hesitation, and can put her health at risk as a result.
Brief History:
The Riegan family line is relatively new, having been founded by Claudius von Riegan during the early 1800s. Claudius earned a status of minor nobility and wealth by participating in the Napoleonic Wars; specifically, Claudius was one of the first field medics in history, serving in a mobile hospital during the wars. This established a long-held Riegan family tradition of military service, with almost all of his descendants becoming combat medics of some sort. The bloodline faded into relative obscurity throughout the remainder of the 1800s, though it maintained its nobility though continued military service. The Riegans fought on the side of Germany during World War I, with most of its male heirs perishing in the conflict, forcing the family into further obscurity. During World War II, still reeling from the loss, the Riegan family fled to Switzerland in fear of persecution. The family returned to Germany in the 1960s, setting its sights on higher status among magical nobility.
The Riegans would not gain any sort of prominence, however, until the recent magical war against the cult. During those three hellish years, the Riegan family (headed by Sophia's father Felix) earned a great deal of respect for their service as field medics. As of now, Felix von Riegan still heads the family, aiming to propel both himself and his bloodline into higher authority.
Sophia was born to Felix and Agatha von Riegan in Hamburg, Germany. Due to complications from her birth, Agatha could not have more children, leaving Sophia the only child-and thus, the only heir. Desperate to take advantage of the Riegans' newfound relevance, Felix and Agatha groomed Sophia from an early age to succeed. She was put through a rigorous early education, complete with private tutoring and extensive magical training. At the same time, Sophia was given a very sheltered childhood, surrounded by protective family members and hired personnel. She did not have much interaction with other children, outside of organized events with other "noble" families. Being the successor to the Riegan bloodline, Sophia was taught to represent her family as best as possible, receiving etiquette training and learning to be the refined heir her parents expected her to be.
Around the age of ten, Sophia began to demonstrate a great deal of magical ability, to the delight of her parents. Desperate to please them, Sophia started to conflate her ability with her self-worth; she focused on honing her skill, abandoning other activities in favor of study and practice. She also learned about her ancestors, learning to take pride in her family name and history. Given her family's wealth, she had access to all the academic resources she could ask for, ensuring her success in school. It was during this time that she developed her competitive edge, seeking not only to succeed, but also to outperform her peers.
When Sophia was invited to the Marchand Academy of Sorcery, Felix and Agatha recognized an opportunity: if Sophia could perform just as well as-if not better than-the students of renowned bloodlines, then surely that would prove the Riegan family's worth. Their reputation was already good; now, it was up to Sophia.
Around the age of ten, Sophia began to demonstrate a great deal of magical ability, to the delight of her parents. Desperate to please them, Sophia started to conflate her ability with her self-worth; she focused on honing her skill, abandoning other activities in favor of study and practice. She also learned about her ancestors, learning to take pride in her family name and history. Given her family's wealth, she had access to all the academic resources she could ask for, ensuring her success in school. It was during this time that she developed her competitive edge, seeking not only to succeed, but also to outperform her peers.
When Sophia was invited to the Marchand Academy of Sorcery, Felix and Agatha recognized an opportunity: if Sophia could perform just as well as-if not better than-the students of renowned bloodlines, then surely that would prove the Riegan family's worth. Their reputation was already good; now, it was up to Sophia.
Other:
Sophia enjoys reading and listening to music. During her free time, she is usually doing one or the other.
VitoftheVoid thesunthesunthesunth
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Seen
2 yrs ago
Aaaand the Prof.
Full Name: Oren Dariya Kovalenko
Nicknames/Aliases: Professor K., The Robot, The Snow Queen.
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Primary: Aquamancy (Cryomancy specialist.)
Professor of Aquamancy and Shadow Magic
Secondaries[/size] Shadowstep, Blood Magic.
Description:: Oren stands at about 5'7, an angular-looking woman with blue-black hair, pale grey eyes. She has high, noticeable cheekbones and a naturally pale complexion.
She often wears black gloves and a dark blue duster, sporting a small grey band on the arm with an oval and concentric circles pattern laid in black print.
Oren is usually seen wearing black eyeliner, and a look of general humourless disdain. Unlike many of her war veteran peers, Oren appears largely free of visible scarring. She also has no tattoos.
An accomplished shadowstepper, Oren has learned how to move quickly, gracefully, and economically, and makes her way round the school with the stealthy surefootedness of a wild cat, and the pitiless piercing stare of a hunting owl.
Personality: A lot of people who know Oren have compared her to a robot. Except she is a robot programmed to hate everyone. The aquamancy professor is antisocial, unempathetic, and has very little sense of humour.
She holds everyone, including herself, to unreachable standards and is quick to express her contempt for people due to their inability to meet them. She either has no sense of tact, or has chosen never to express it, as she has no issues with insulting others, including students within her classes, and has a highly caustic mode of interaction which is sure to rub some the wrong way.
Despite this, it's clear that the woman is highly intelligent and very dedicated to her work, and puts a great deal of effort into educating the next generation...even if her methods are a little bit controversial.
The general view held in the student population is that Professor K is good at what she does, but is kind of....scary. She is quite inflexible when it comes to enforcing the school rules, has no issue meting out some kind of punishment for infraction, and to make it more intimidating is often doing so alongside Professor Byrne (something that has resulted in some slightly inappropriate graffiti about them in the ground floor bathroom.)
On top of that she rarely ever seems to sleep, as she can often be seen stepping out of the darkness in the early hours of the morning from...wherever she came from.
[Skills: -Very adept hydromancer. Oren tends to specialize particularly in cryomancy, or ice manipulation, and is experienced enough that she can form ice simply out of airborne moisture, rarely leaving her without any form of weapon.
- Oren is one of the most experienced shadowstep users on site. She is able to step in an out with near as much ease as strolling through the courtyard, and seems to be capable of appearing most anywhere. This tends to keep students on their toes and prevent them from being too quick to speak ill of the professor.
Weaknesses: - Oren has very little in the way of social skill, and tends to quite easily upset people.
-Oren cannot materialize ice or water in very dry air, meaning she will struggle round widespread fire or in very low humidity.
-She cannot stand unwarranted physical contact and is likely to lose her cool if grabbed or held for any length of time.
Brief History: Oren Kovalenko was the (very much illegitimate) daughter of Emil Kovalenko, a prominent and well known hungarian aquamancer. The birth of a bastard child was a disaster for the (married) mage, and her presence was the source of rumours and ridicule. As such, the young Oren did not have the most affectionate or understanding upbringing. She was pushed very hard for intelligence and academic achievement, and had little opportunity to make friends.
It was through formal gatherings that Oren was taken to that she first met Maeve Byrne. Their initial interactions hardly pointed towards them making a very meaningful bond, but through a twist of fate, it was the red-haired aeromancer from her childhood that Oren found herself teamed up with during the hardest fights of the civil war.
The war is not something Oren talks about in detail...not if she can help it certainly. She was part of the youngest generation involved in the conflict, and because of her strong aquamancy traits was placed in the position of a frontline soldier. Despite her promising skills in her primary, Oren, and those of her age group, fund themselves wholly unprepared for the ferocity of the conflict, and the initial casualties were massive. The young woman gained her skills very quickly, as she needed to do so in order to survive. And skill was something she ended up with no shortage of, ending up as the second component of 'Storm',working her freezing abilities in conjunction with Byrne's abilities to manipulate the atmosphere to cut swathes of destruction through enemy forces.
Afterwards her place as a deadly cryomancer was set into the public consciousness, at least as far as the council were concerned. As such she found plenty of work after the end of the war for them. Despite her reputation for not being the most pleasant person to work with, she seemed surprisingly invested in the creation of an academy for young magic users, and had a hand in the setup of the location of Marchand and the installation of its facilities.
Professor Kovalenko
Full Name: Oren Dariya Kovalenko
Nicknames/Aliases: Professor K., The Robot, The Snow Queen.
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Primary: Aquamancy (Cryomancy specialist.)
Professor of Aquamancy and Shadow Magic
Secondaries[/size] Shadowstep, Blood Magic.
Description:: Oren stands at about 5'7, an angular-looking woman with blue-black hair, pale grey eyes. She has high, noticeable cheekbones and a naturally pale complexion.
She often wears black gloves and a dark blue duster, sporting a small grey band on the arm with an oval and concentric circles pattern laid in black print.
Oren is usually seen wearing black eyeliner, and a look of general humourless disdain. Unlike many of her war veteran peers, Oren appears largely free of visible scarring. She also has no tattoos.
An accomplished shadowstepper, Oren has learned how to move quickly, gracefully, and economically, and makes her way round the school with the stealthy surefootedness of a wild cat, and the pitiless piercing stare of a hunting owl.
Personality: A lot of people who know Oren have compared her to a robot. Except she is a robot programmed to hate everyone. The aquamancy professor is antisocial, unempathetic, and has very little sense of humour.
She holds everyone, including herself, to unreachable standards and is quick to express her contempt for people due to their inability to meet them. She either has no sense of tact, or has chosen never to express it, as she has no issues with insulting others, including students within her classes, and has a highly caustic mode of interaction which is sure to rub some the wrong way.
Despite this, it's clear that the woman is highly intelligent and very dedicated to her work, and puts a great deal of effort into educating the next generation...even if her methods are a little bit controversial.
The general view held in the student population is that Professor K is good at what she does, but is kind of....scary. She is quite inflexible when it comes to enforcing the school rules, has no issue meting out some kind of punishment for infraction, and to make it more intimidating is often doing so alongside Professor Byrne (something that has resulted in some slightly inappropriate graffiti about them in the ground floor bathroom.)
On top of that she rarely ever seems to sleep, as she can often be seen stepping out of the darkness in the early hours of the morning from...wherever she came from.
[Skills: -Very adept hydromancer. Oren tends to specialize particularly in cryomancy, or ice manipulation, and is experienced enough that she can form ice simply out of airborne moisture, rarely leaving her without any form of weapon.
- Oren is one of the most experienced shadowstep users on site. She is able to step in an out with near as much ease as strolling through the courtyard, and seems to be capable of appearing most anywhere. This tends to keep students on their toes and prevent them from being too quick to speak ill of the professor.
Weaknesses: - Oren has very little in the way of social skill, and tends to quite easily upset people.
-Oren cannot materialize ice or water in very dry air, meaning she will struggle round widespread fire or in very low humidity.
-She cannot stand unwarranted physical contact and is likely to lose her cool if grabbed or held for any length of time.
Brief History: Oren Kovalenko was the (very much illegitimate) daughter of Emil Kovalenko, a prominent and well known hungarian aquamancer. The birth of a bastard child was a disaster for the (married) mage, and her presence was the source of rumours and ridicule. As such, the young Oren did not have the most affectionate or understanding upbringing. She was pushed very hard for intelligence and academic achievement, and had little opportunity to make friends.
It was through formal gatherings that Oren was taken to that she first met Maeve Byrne. Their initial interactions hardly pointed towards them making a very meaningful bond, but through a twist of fate, it was the red-haired aeromancer from her childhood that Oren found herself teamed up with during the hardest fights of the civil war.
The war is not something Oren talks about in detail...not if she can help it certainly. She was part of the youngest generation involved in the conflict, and because of her strong aquamancy traits was placed in the position of a frontline soldier. Despite her promising skills in her primary, Oren, and those of her age group, fund themselves wholly unprepared for the ferocity of the conflict, and the initial casualties were massive. The young woman gained her skills very quickly, as she needed to do so in order to survive. And skill was something she ended up with no shortage of, ending up as the second component of 'Storm',working her freezing abilities in conjunction with Byrne's abilities to manipulate the atmosphere to cut swathes of destruction through enemy forces.
Afterwards her place as a deadly cryomancer was set into the public consciousness, at least as far as the council were concerned. As such she found plenty of work after the end of the war for them. Despite her reputation for not being the most pleasant person to work with, she seemed surprisingly invested in the creation of an academy for young magic users, and had a hand in the setup of the location of Marchand and the installation of its facilities.
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EchoicChamber Something Forgotten
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Before we meet, we stand out on the sidewalk as it pours, swappin' one addiction for another. | Time stands still, but I cannot. I should strap myself in bed, I guess I'll sleep when I am dead.
Name
Aldridge Cedric Baines.
Nickames
Al, Bones.
Age
38.
Gender
Male.
Sexuality
Heterosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Primary
Necromancy.
Secondaries
Illumination, Familiar Conjuration.
Appearance Details
Aldridge is about average as far as height is concerned and clocks in around 5"11, he's built with a fair amount of muscle and he has very broad shoulders. He's slender in form with long legs and strong arms. Many pale scars mark his skin, layered through years of small scuffles.
He's got very unkempt brown hair and very intense brown eyes. His face is considerably handsome with a shapely mouth and fine features. He tends to be fairly scruffy and unshaven. He is often found in casual, comfortable clothing.
He's got very unkempt brown hair and very intense brown eyes. His face is considerably handsome with a shapely mouth and fine features. He tends to be fairly scruffy and unshaven. He is often found in casual, comfortable clothing.
Personality Traits
Aldridge is a friendly but firm kind of person, while he is not downright harsh with his students, he will not allow them to step all over him. He tries to guide his students carefully, focusing on their strengths rather than their weaknesses. At times he can be a bit soft but he makes up for this by never being afraid to correct a student who speaks out of turn. He takes knowledge very seriously and expects his class to do the same, at times he can be a bit much when it comes to his lesson plans and they can drag on to suit his mood that day.
He's been known for his bravery and willingness to leap head first into whatever comes at him. He is very tactical, a born strategist, able to formulate plans at a moment's notice. He can hold his own in most bad situations, able to quickly think his way out of it but he becomes very stressed when there are no seeable solutions. Stress often leads to temperamental behavior from him and seething comments that he doesn't know how to take back later.
He finds it easy to hold conversation most of the time and will be willing to talk about most anything.
He's been known for his bravery and willingness to leap head first into whatever comes at him. He is very tactical, a born strategist, able to formulate plans at a moment's notice. He can hold his own in most bad situations, able to quickly think his way out of it but he becomes very stressed when there are no seeable solutions. Stress often leads to temperamental behavior from him and seething comments that he doesn't know how to take back later.
He finds it easy to hold conversation most of the time and will be willing to talk about most anything.
Skills
- Necromancy, he is an extremely talented necromancer and finds it fun to show this off whenever it suits him.
- Very skilled in illumination and familiar summoning, he especially finds the illumimation fun to use shamelessly.
- Tactical planning, he's great at working out solutions, no matter how hectic the situation has become.
- Fighting, he has a particular skill in combat though he's unlikely to engage in a fight without reason.
- Very skilled in illumination and familiar summoning, he especially finds the illumimation fun to use shamelessly.
- Tactical planning, he's great at working out solutions, no matter how hectic the situation has become.
- Fighting, he has a particular skill in combat though he's unlikely to engage in a fight without reason.
Weaknesses
- Thoughtful, while this not intially a bad thing, Aldridge rarely ever acts without thinking things through and this can make him very slow to the draw.
- Stubborn, he only wants to do things a certain way and will often not compromise.
- Judgemental, if you are not of his circle, it's likely that he will have extreme opinions of you.
- Drugs of any kind will send him into an unexplainable fit.
- Stubborn, he only wants to do things a certain way and will often not compromise.
- Judgemental, if you are not of his circle, it's likely that he will have extreme opinions of you.
- Drugs of any kind will send him into an unexplainable fit.
Upbringing Synopsis
The Baines name dates back into old England, known for a particular succession in corporeal necromancy. This is a family that does not have much to speak of when it comes to historic figures but they have been known for their open-mindedness and general good grace with the public.
Aldridge Arthur Baines was a fairly ordinary child despite being born to a rune-caster mother and a necromancer father.
His parents were the overbearing type, invested in ensuring that their son didn't dare to fall behind in his studies. This approach to parenting fostered a son with a bright mind, it also fostered a resentment that only grew as time passed. It became common for the young man to disagree with his parents as he got older, fights became a common theme in the Baines household.
He simply couldn't stand being pinned down like he was and he started making that apparent by the time that he became eight. It came to a point where he had been so sheltered that he barely knew of anything outside of his home. His parents were in control of every section of his life. They chose what he wore, what he ate, what he watched, what he read. There was nearly no room for individuality in his home and that began to wear down on him, he had no friends outside of his cousins and he was slowly getting more and more fed up with it.
By the time he turned twelve, his sister was born which seemed to inspire a new reign of terror throughout the house. His parents cracked down even harder, hoping to set an example for the newest addition.
As Aldridge grew older, he started to test the limits of the distance that he could between him and his parents. He started finding excuses not to be in the house, he started finding excuses to wander and see what the world had to offer beyond this home.
Though, this didn't stop him from trying to be a good brother to Jessica. That was the only person that he cared to put any effort into and he spent a lot of his time trying to help her through the overly structured environment that she had been born into. He was a model older brother, he would take her places when his parents weren't dictating his every move and buy her things, he enthused about her runic work and he would become genuinely excited to see her work with her secondaries.
He offered a gentle voice where his parents only ever offered punishment or impersonal approval. He did everything he could to help assure that she didn't grow to have the same feeling of loneliness that he had. That was until the start of the war where an opportunity presented itself that he would have been a fool to pass up on. He joined the forces, fighting for a cause that he believed in and giving himself the freedom that he had so desperately craved for years.
He became the strategist of his squad, mapping their attacks and making sure that things ran smoothly. In active battle, he became quite known for his use of familiars. He had made a name for himself for his strategic mind and his proficiency in summoning.
When the war came to a close, Aldridge bought himself a home away from his parents and contacted his little sister. He lived a fairly quiet life until Marchand came about, he was glad to help teach a new generation everything that he knew about familiar summoning and necromancy. He was glad for an adventure away from the mundane again.
Aldridge Arthur Baines was a fairly ordinary child despite being born to a rune-caster mother and a necromancer father.
His parents were the overbearing type, invested in ensuring that their son didn't dare to fall behind in his studies. This approach to parenting fostered a son with a bright mind, it also fostered a resentment that only grew as time passed. It became common for the young man to disagree with his parents as he got older, fights became a common theme in the Baines household.
He simply couldn't stand being pinned down like he was and he started making that apparent by the time that he became eight. It came to a point where he had been so sheltered that he barely knew of anything outside of his home. His parents were in control of every section of his life. They chose what he wore, what he ate, what he watched, what he read. There was nearly no room for individuality in his home and that began to wear down on him, he had no friends outside of his cousins and he was slowly getting more and more fed up with it.
By the time he turned twelve, his sister was born which seemed to inspire a new reign of terror throughout the house. His parents cracked down even harder, hoping to set an example for the newest addition.
As Aldridge grew older, he started to test the limits of the distance that he could between him and his parents. He started finding excuses not to be in the house, he started finding excuses to wander and see what the world had to offer beyond this home.
Though, this didn't stop him from trying to be a good brother to Jessica. That was the only person that he cared to put any effort into and he spent a lot of his time trying to help her through the overly structured environment that she had been born into. He was a model older brother, he would take her places when his parents weren't dictating his every move and buy her things, he enthused about her runic work and he would become genuinely excited to see her work with her secondaries.
He offered a gentle voice where his parents only ever offered punishment or impersonal approval. He did everything he could to help assure that she didn't grow to have the same feeling of loneliness that he had. That was until the start of the war where an opportunity presented itself that he would have been a fool to pass up on. He joined the forces, fighting for a cause that he believed in and giving himself the freedom that he had so desperately craved for years.
He became the strategist of his squad, mapping their attacks and making sure that things ran smoothly. In active battle, he became quite known for his use of familiars. He had made a name for himself for his strategic mind and his proficiency in summoning.
When the war came to a close, Aldridge bought himself a home away from his parents and contacted his little sister. He lived a fairly quiet life until Marchand came about, he was glad to help teach a new generation everything that he knew about familiar summoning and necromancy. He was glad for an adventure away from the mundane again.
Misc.
IDR | sandybrown
- Baines has insomnia and night terrors.
- Baines has insomnia and night terrors.
Professor of Necromancy and Familiars!
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Helena Alys Kingsley
Full Name: Helena Alys Kingsley
Nicknames/Aliases: Hel
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Primary: Defensive
Student
Secondaries of Interest: Blood Magic, Familiars
Description: Helena is not a terrible imposing creature, topping out at out an unintimidating 5'2. Her build is slim, with light curves on the hips and chest rather than any defined muscle and her face is heart-shaped and girlish, with a set of wide, blue-grey eyes. She has a mop of untidy, red hair, which falls for her lower back. She has very pale skin that is quite prone to burning. She has a noticeable, irregular pinky-red mark around her left eye, that continues down her face, neck and shoulder. Birthmark or scar, it's not completely clear.
People often pick Helena out on her somewhat..idiosyncratic sense of fashion. Her outfit tends to frequently consist of skirt, leggings, sheepskin boots, and some of the most hideous sweaters known to mankind, hewn in rainbow colours and emblazoned with animal designs. All are at least two sizes too big. Seeing what abomination she will wear is quickly becoming a bit of a morbid curiosity among students.
Personality: Helena is kinda of.....weird. Perhaps the fact that she'd not had a whole lot of peer interaction in her life, or perhaps inherently, she can be kind of strange. Her fashion sense is quite eccentric and she tends to both think about and react to things in quite...unconventional ways.
She tends to let her mind wander frequently, and doesn’t often commit to things, her actions and her appearance often making people assume that she is rather weak-willed, but, her outward delicacy hides a fire or great proportions. When she commits to something, she can pursue things with a dogged determination that can be quite impressive.
Helena is not too easily moved into fighting. She tends to put up with a great deal before losing her temper. That being said, when pushed too far, Hel’s temper is completely explosive in its short bursts.
Skills: Helena appears to have some low level of inherent negation, however by magical bloodline standards she is quite underpowered.
Aside from that she is a fairly talented artist and painter, though it has little practical application.
For her size, she can be impressively strong.
Weaknesses: Helena seems to have quite a weak magical ability.
On top of this she seems prone to rather peculiar behaviour, often spacing out in the middle of tasks.
Brief History: Helena's family, the Kingsleys, are an old, relatively well-known magical family, coming out of Wiltshire, Southern England. The family was held in high regard for many years,holding the Council seat for Runic Casting, however suffered a considerable lapse in its reputation after the civil war. The Kingsleys had long held a tradition of neutrality in the case of any conflict between the family, and the familial patriarch at the time, Algernon Kingsley, maintained the neutrality order, even in the face of the threat to humanity the cult posed.
As a result, once the dust cleared, the reputation of the ancient family would never be quite the same.
The Kingsleys retain their wealth and status, however the mounting pressure drove them to willingly give up their council seat in order to preserve any kind of amicable relations with some of the major players in the magical world.
Helena is the daughter of Aeryn Kingsley, the current family head after the passing of Algernon. She was also born long before Aeryn was married, during the war period. Aeryn, dissatisfied with her father's inaction, had broken away from the family with intent on changing the world, only to return, with an illegitimate baby and a general air of defeat.
This, her obvious difference in primary, and her tendency to not put on the best public face led to Helena being something of an embarrassment at formal events.
The Kingsleys didn't really like to talk about Aeryn's daughter, especially with the birth of her brother, a good, strong, appropriately-born runecaster, and for the most part, people forgot she was there.
Until, well, Marchand happened, and her name turned up on the list of mages in the age bracket.
GingerBoi123
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Room for another? This actually looks pretty sweet
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EchoicChamber Something Forgotten
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@GingerBoi123 Absolutely! We still very much need more folk.
GingerBoi123
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@EchoicChamberNice! I have an idea for a Terramancey student who's primary style of fighting is encasing his lower arms and lower legs in rock to fight hand-to-hand with. Would I need any form of secondary to make that work? I saw Levitation might make sense but I saw the weight restriction.
(Going for an earthbender kinda thing from Avatar lol)
(Going for an earthbender kinda thing from Avatar lol)
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EchoicChamber Something Forgotten
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@GingerBoi123 Levitation could probably help with it, as well as using sheer muscle to lift up the stone. Keep in mind you could also use Terramancy to make lifting the rock easier, as you would have control over it, but it would also mean that if a Defender uses a null the character would have to deal with being encased in stone. c:
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@EchoicChamberYeah, I figured Terramancy would be the main way to control and lift the stone aha xD I'll have a think about it. Thanks! Are there any magic types we're lacking right now?
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