Name: Leval Lamrue
Gender: Male
Age:18
Species: Human
Room Number: 224
Rooming With: Shela
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Appearance:



Personality: Leval is fully aware that, compared to the vast majority of beings that reside in this Academy, he is weak. However, that doesn't particularly matter to him. If weakness is all you have, then make that weakness your strength. Cunning and guile are his weapons of choice, he relies almost solely on his wit to survive. That being said, he doesn't go particularly out of his way to stay out of trouble. He has a strong streak of curiosity and an even fiercer protective instinct for others, especially those weaker than himself. He never backs down when there is something to protect and that is when he is at his best. In normal social situations, Leval is friendly and warm, taking care to be mindful of the emotions of others. When working on a task, however, he tends to throw himself to it becoming taciturn and withdrawn.

Power 1: Illusions- Leval is a prodigy in the art of Illusion magic. Tasks that take other magic users massive amounts effort and concentration are almost second nature to Leval, accomplishing them almost as easily as he breathes. All 5 senses are affected by his abilities and his control and detail surpass even the finest eye. While Leval has no skill in other forms of magic, he is already one of finest Illusion specialists alive today with even more potential in the future. Leval tends to call his magic "Weaves."

Power 2: None

Likes: Humor, Sweet Food, a sense of discovery, adventure, kindness

Dislikes: Subservience, arrogance, actions that violate his own moral code

Family: Leval's family consists of a mother, father, four grandparents, 12 Aunts and Uncles, and 18 cousins. They were a major magical family in the far past, but now have become a rather small and unknown family. He tends to communicate with them often.

Friends:

Enemies:

Sentimental Attachment: Cloak made by grandmother bears his family's symbol and has many buttoned pockets on the inside.
Weapon: Extending Hook Staff- Family Treasure, a powerful artifact of their notable past. The bottom of the staff is sharpened to a fine point, while inside of the hook has a blade running along the inside. The staff can extend out to long distances allowing for quick travel, long- range attacks, as well as serving a focus for his magic. He has been well trained in its use.

Other: Lamrue Family Symbol


Pet Name: Ash and Cinder (2 Pets)
Pet Age: Unrecorded
Pet Gender: Male and Female
Pet Species: Pheonix Butterfly- uncertain if there are more than these two. They have been with the Lamrue Family since any record they have.
Pet Appearance

Pet Personality: Protective. Fond of having wings stroked. They do not speak.

Pet Power 1: Rejuvenation- If killed or injured, they seem to heal within the hour.
Pet Power 2: Healing- Being in their presence (extremely close range) speeds the healing process of others

Edit 1: added room number and roommate

Name: Cal Cium

Species: Lich

Room Number: NA

Alignment: Neutral nowadays, previously chaotic evil

Appearance:


Personality: Upbeat positive, easily distracted, occasionally reveals horrifying details about his past without second thought. Likes trying to make people laugh, but is often vague in explanations.

Bio: : Cal, not his original name, has been around for quite a long time, long enough that even his own memory of his origins has grown muddled and confused. He resided in an ancient tomb covered in the bones of long dead would be heroes. He had been waiting inside a long forgotten tomb for nearly even longer, what he was waiting for he could not say. After so much time spent in isolation with no need to use his own magic, Cal began to change very slowly as years upon years ticked by. As his reliance on magic crumpled, whatever dark force that had been influencing his thoughts when he became a lich departed with them. Cal gained personality traits he had never had before, he could be bored, excitable, and would crack jokes at ancient stone golems that never responded. Cal eventually decided that he did not particularly like who he had been before and it was time for a change.

For the first time in possibly thousands of years, Cal exited his tomb. The world had changed so much, the technological era had come. From where he exited, Arkan was quickly informed that a skeleton wearing a few tattered strips of rotten fabric, holding a small tome, was walking around a small village chattering in an unknown language at the locals. Arken went to deal with the situation, but was surprised when the skeleton approached him easily and began to chatter at him as well. Cal departed with Arken without incident.

He was assessed and eventually learned the language the Arken spoke. It took a couple days. Cal had a deep eagerness to learn everything he could about this amazing new world. He proved to be helpful and polite, simply eager to talk to people. When he learned about calcium, he immediately chose it to be his new permanent name. While he refused to perform any magic, his insight in magical theory proved to be very useful , though at times somewhat outdated. He made a deal to become a teacher, in return for his services he would be allowed one hour of internet per day, closely supervised. He has built up a vast bookmark collection of bone related puns and jokes. At the Academy, Professor Cium teaches Magical Theory.

Power 1: Lich Physiology: Cal does not need to sleep or eat, or anything else that a living being need do. He cannot be poisoned, paralyzed, or even exhausted from a long period of battle. Not that he won't complain anyway. His skeleton body is much tougher than it appears as well. In addition, even if Cal’s body were to be destroyed, he would regenerate quickly until his phylactery, the physical object where his souls resides, is destroyed. Technically speaking, Cal is less a physical being and more a solid representation of necromantic magic. His touch is also painfully cold to the living.
Power 2: Magic: As a lich, Cal has access to a vast amount of magical power and spells, the highest tier of arcane power. However, Cal has decided not to use his magical abilities any more. He still retains his knowledge about the arcane arts though and is a very useful font of information.

Likes: Puns, Bone Puns, Responsibility, learning about the new world

Dislikes: Bad Choices, Crypts, Golems, no WiFi

Family: Long dead!

Friends: Long dead!

Sentimental Attachment: His Spellbook, which is quite small, and his phylactery, a piece of blue fabric.

Weapon: Highest tiered Magic if he were to actually use it. Since he doesn’t handguns stored in his ribcage. Touching things also works.

Other: His phylactery is a small piece of blue fabric, untouched by the ravages of time, being used as a bookmark in his spellbook.