Personality:
Effie is the sole child of the Dalraan family, and it shows. She is incredibly sheltered, as well as a little spoilt. She is oblivious to a lot of simple things, but is eager to find out more about the world with an almost childlike innocence. When she speaks, she can be condescending, albeit unintentionally. She is a perfectionist, critical of her own mistakes, which often ends up with her upsetting herself. Effie is also known to get annoyed when she doesn't get what she wants or if things don't work out her way.

However, Effie is a generally sweet and optimistic person. She spends more time with a smile on her face than anything else, and is very supportive of other people. She is sensitive and quick to cry, and is very trusting of others. She tends to overlook other people's flaws, instead trying to find some kind of justification for the way they act.

Abilities: Affinity - Light
Effie's magic is not particularly combat orientated, but she functions perfectly fine that way. Her mana is not nearly of the highest quality, but she has vast quantites of it. She is able to bend light, which has a multitude of different applications. For example, she can create visual illusions, distract or blind the enemy or make herself and other things seem to disappear. Furthermore, she can alter the colour or intensity of light, and even can create it, though this takes a fair amount of mana to sustain. As a secondary effect of this, she can also manipulate shadows, though only in appearance.

She can also adjust temperatures slightly through the manipulation of infrared light, though she has considerably less practice in this. Effie can slightly alter the temperature of an area, or she can focus heat on a specific point. That's about all she can do, though.

Skills:
Cooking & Baking - She's good, for sure. Does she enjoy them? Also yes.

Silent Footsteps - Effie walks almost silently. Even when she doesn't try, it's hard to hear her coming.

Impressions - She can impersonate animals and other people pretty well, even more so with practice. Goes nicely with her illusions.

Cleaning - Therapeutic.

Assets:
Dalraan Shadowcloak - Purely for aesthetics. It is blacker than black, absorbing all light that touches it. Warm, too.

Torch - For emergencies.

Knife - For bigger emergencies. Or cooking!

Brief Backstory:
Effie was born Euphemia Dalraan, daughter of Camille and Darian Dalraan. She does not remember her early childhood, as most do not. There is one event that plays vividly in her mind, during the darkest hours of the night, and it is two beams of light, headlights, and the sharp squeal of tyres. Those are her final memories of Camille Dalraan. It may be her only memory.

Darian refused to remarry. And he didn't.

Effie spent the rest of her childhood under the watchful eye of her father. He was incredibly overprotective, never letting Effie out of his sight for even a minute, too afraid of what could happen to her while his back was turned. She went through her education, mundane and magical, at home. She was allowed to leave the house, but never without him or someone he trusted greatly by her side. This meant she rarely ever did, and when she could, her options of what she could do were vastly limited. She gained more freedoms with age, but she never really got a proper life. She didn't even know what that was supposed to mean. It was just normal for her.

She never resented her father for anything, even as she grew older. In fact, it was the opposite. She loved him more than anything, and Effie couldn't find it in her to hold anything against him. After all, he gave her anything she wanted, and in return, she was perfect. She had to be perfect. That was how the world worked. And it continued to do so, until Arinne Ar-Rynesarte activated her contracts.

Age: 31
Gender: Male

Glen is an unassuming man of about 5'3", a short man of sleek build and who practically blends into the background when left to his own devices. Tired green eyes stare out at a world full of lies, always accompanied by either bags or dark circles below them. His salt-and-pepper hair is kept short but remains terminally unkempt, only cared for in the most superficial of ways but otherwise allowed to simply do as it desires.
His fashion sense is equally substantive, in that it possesses absolutely no backing in anything. He wears suits that don't fit because they fit just fine two years ago and they still fit now, and most of his clothes are already suits so he might as well just keep wearing them. Ties are worn because they're easier than bowties, not because of trivial things like actually matching his shirt. It's honestly a miracle that he usually manages to wear slacks that go with his shirt, but that probably has more to do with a lack of variety than any actual effort on his part.


Glen is the very image of a man who has been chewed up and spit out one too many times. He is a man with no drive and who long ago forgot what it meant to have ambition, moving only according to his needs and acting only to keep his place in the world. To be quite honest most people would perceive him to be a dullard, given his unwillingness to do anything more than what is absolutely necessary with little regard for the consequences of doing such subpar work, and his utter lack of enthusiasm towards anything one might call fun. Sure, it's possible for him to get caught up in the moment, but it's always in the moment with him.
At least he was up until a little witch pulled on his chain. That brought something out of him, though whether it's what she wants or what she needs, only time will tell. Something about service seems to have relit that little dead ember in his heart called passion, but when he speaks with such a fire in his heart it betrays he had a reason to bury his years ago.


Affinity - Dreams
Mana Quantity - Average
Mana Quality - Superb

• Sleep - The most basic application of Glen's affinity is of course to send the undefended off to a blissful nap, though this generally doesn't do much against anyone with even the barest mental defenses still standing. It's a simple trick, and not one Glen trusts too often. Far more useful is the other side of such sleep magic, delving into the dreams of someone who is asleep and taking command of them, twisting them to either deceive or to terrify the dreamer.
• Actualization - The Pearwoolf lineage's real art, however, is taking dreams and desires and making them real. While the things they make are images born of the mind, unlike an illusion they have substance to them; a sword drawn out of the desire to strike out still cuts just as well as a real sword. The number and frequency of distinct objects are limited by Glen's relatively subpar mana quantity for his line, though the durability and strength of his conjurations are typically rather high, so long as the aspiration he pulls has enough force behind it to support itself. A fleeting, momentary desire for something is just that when made real: fleeting and momentary.
  Lucky for Glen the act of creating a tool or weapon comes with enough knowledge to competently use whatever he makes, though that is only to the point of competence, not expertise. Unluckily for him, aside from creating and dismissing the things, both of which require a spell, Glen has no special control over the things he Actualizes, e.g., something made of fire could be taken over by a pyromancer and thrown back in his face, or could simply burn him from being foolish enough to touch it.
• Nightmare Actualization - One might assume with all this talk of aspiration and desire that the Pearwoolf line has avoided touching bad dreams with their magic, but this is incorrect. A frightful, turbulent dream of horror is still a dream and still has that inkling of Truth that they shape their magic around, and Glen is just as capable of pulling some horrible, visceral thing out of the heads of those nearby or from his own mind as he is something noble and wanted. Creating a thing out of someone's nightmares follows all the same rules as creating something from their dreams, however, and any fear caused by a creation is normal, mundane fear. Sure it might be custom-tailored to the viewer but people are kind of known for flight or fight responses.

• Accounting - Glen's good with numbers, books full of numbers, and money. Good enough to get a job working with just those things.
• Inspiration - Despite the fact that it's a long-unused skill, Glen is actually good at inspiring feeling and emotions in others, if he actuallys puts his mind to it. He'd be a natural muse if he wasn't such a sadsack.
• Lucidity - Even without magic, Glen is naturally a lucid dreamer, capable of taking control of and shaping his own dreams with no need for a spell.
• Technical Aptitude - Seeing as it seems to be a trend with some of the cast here, it's probably worth noting that Glen does not have any issues with modern technology and is quite capable of things like using a computer for everyday tasks.

Though his family is influential in Wales, Glen is individually not, and he is also not in Wales at the moment, so he must rely on his own resources instead of theirs for the most part...

• A wizard's stave... - Warded against the eyes of those uninitiated to the supernatural, Glen habitually carries a willow quarterstaff capped with a hand-sized hoop filled with cloth, displaying a red dragon with a background horizontally split into white and green. He claims it's a badge of his office in representing his family, if questioned, but it also makes a rather good weapon for just beating things when he inevitably runs out of mana.
• A forest's grove... - The only benefit Glen really considers part of his role in representing his family is that it does come with existing housing that he doesn't have to pay rent on, though it's a bit of a sad state of affairs: a quaint cabin in Buckhurst Hill, adjoining Epping Forest. On the one hand it's been the home of magi for centuries and is warded as one might expect a place that has long housed such people. On the other hand it's been the home of magi for centuries, so modern conveniences like 'running water' or 'electricity' are somewhat lacking. And getting pizza delivered is difficult with wards like that around.
• An everyday life - Glen does, on the other hand, favor modern conveniences, and owns both a laptop and a phone which he can put to good use, and although he lives a relatively simple life he does keep plenty of perfectly mundane objects around where other magi might not. While not rich he still has quite a bit of savings in the bank he can use, and that's measuring from an accountant's standpoint.

The house of Prengellyg, anglicanized as Pearwoolf, draws its origins as a single family from the late 9th century, as a union between a family of Danish seers from Northumbria and Welsh druids in the court of King Anarawd in Gwynedd during a regrettably short-lived alliance with King Guthred of York. It is sufficient to say that their position in the Welsh court became strained in the decades that followed, and in the centuries that followed as the power of Wales shrank until it was finally conquered by the English, their influence waned ever more, and they did not regain any real status until the ascent of Henry VII to the throne of England, but from there they were determined to maintain their status as a noble line of mages, holding fast to their heritage in the face of a world that was rapidly changing.

Glen Pearwoolf is the product of this family, and grew up in the tiny village of Aberffraw on Anglesey, the ancestral home of his family. He was raised traditionally, taught everything he would need to be a proper representative of the pride of his people, and then sent off to the Tower of London to complete his schooling in the art of magic.
He came back home having learned how to be English, how to live among the uninitiated, how to work like the uninitiated, and how to use magic. As he was really only supposed to pick up one of those things before coming back and helping to further solidify the family's power, like his brothers and sisters and cousins had, the only solution was to send him back to England to live amongst the tyrants. To that end he was made the family's representative to England, a formal position with about as much prestige as one might expect from a traditionalist family of Welsh nobility, and sent off to go represent them there.
Aside from some minimal duties of showing up and relaying news back to the family, Glen has very little contact with his relatives, which suits him just fine. He found work in London, becoming an accountant, and just sinking on down into that role until it just became who he was.
And then someone pulled on his chain and given he knew the reputation of who was calling on him, a certain blonde devil, he decided it was better to resign from his mundane job to save face. Because chances were, at least in his mind, that she wouldn't have enough mercy to let him off the hook for something as simple as 'having a real job'. That would imply someone else's life was as important as hers, and he knew damn well that no respectable mage would dare think such a thought.

Name: Paul 'Saint' St James
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Appearance:


Personality:
Paul is eternally calm and reserved, with a will that is as relentless as the advance of a glacier. Those that know him and his employer often remark that he has the patience of a saint, giving rise to his nickname. As stoic as he is now, it wasn't always so. In his youth he was passionate and impulsive but age and experiences have hardened him. Saint battles daily with depression but has found something to focus on that distracts him from losing the woman that he loved. This focus in combination with his current occupation has almost become an obsession; making him paranoid, meticulous, and demanding regarding all those but his young charge.

Abilities:
Saint has an affinity for metal, most notably iron and steel. Though he doesn't have the same amount of mana as other mages, he has long practiced his skills and thus his spells are very efficient in most cases.

Acting directly on objects, He can reform metal to match a defined mental image with more simple objects coming easily and change most of their properties such as state and hardness, although the former is very taxing to do. While it is possible for him to propel metal objects using his magecraft, this is also considered a waste of energy and thus he prefers to take things hand to hand in direct confrontations.

The easiest application of his powers, as well as something that he can maintain as long as he is awake, is his metal detector spell, which makes him aware of metals within twenty meters or so of him.

The most difficult of his arts, and that which has taken him the longest to master is to imbue his flesh with the properties of metals, hardening his body like steel and lending his body immense weight. This is only sustainable for a few minutes at a time.

Skills:
Paul St. James is professional regarding anything necessary to serve and protect his master. He is a very competent driver, having been trained in tactical driving. He has also been trained as a bodyguard as well as in pursuit, escape and evasion. Unfortunately he is lacking somewhat in more domestic matters.

Assets:
As an only child, Paul is the last of his bloodline. His family had a number of holdings and properties that ensure a stable income that he uses in service to his master. He owns a handful of lightly armoured cars and a small armoury of weapons. In almost all situations he carries a pair of matched daggers in holsters under his jacket.

Brief Backstory:
Paul St. James was a prideful, arrogant younger man that wanted to further his skills to impress others and improve his own standing. He was also in love with the daughter of a well off mage family, one who was to marry to the heir of the Ar-Rynesarte bloodline.

Losing her was a terrible blow to him but he persevered, vowing to serve her however possible. With hard work, discipline and a major change in attitude he was eventually hired as a driver for the family and caretaker for their young daughter.

Their deaths a short time later impacted him strongly. In his time with the family his love for the Mrs. Ar-Rynesarte had become more like that for a sister and the daughter felt like a niece to him. From the depths of despair came an obsession in serving and protecting this young girl to the limit of his abilities.

Name: Arden Grey
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality:Abilities:Skills:Assets: Brief Backstory: Arden’s mother and father met but once, she couldn’t resist the handsome man, literally. It was a rendezvous that started on the busy dance floor of a high end exclusive night club and ended in an empty, cold, filthy, little alley way that didn’t even earn a name. He discarded her when done and that was the last she ever saw or heard of Arden’s father.

Arden’s mother held no magical aptitude whatsoever. She was not connected to a rich family, or any family for that matter. She was an aspiring dancer crushed under the weight of failed dreams, bad youthful decisions and financial strain.
Arden grew up in poverty, and while his mother held love for him, she was hardly around to share it.

So that left Arden’s father to be the mage of the family, and a powerful one at that because despite his training or understanding of that world, Arden possesses some strong magical talent and aptitude. It was very confusing for him to be seeing things that others around him couldn’t. Hearing things others didn’t. It took him longer than most to get recognised and then when he finally did, there were those trying to take him in and train him, just wanting to take advantage of the young boys ability and shape him into another pawn in their own agenda. One such family succeeded, buying his trust and faking care they now have enlisted him into the service of Arinne’s quest. Testing him and fulfilling their contract at the same time.