NAME
Jhackson Michael Mason

AGE
19

RACE
Half Human (Half Kapre)

NATIONALITY
Filipino

PERSONALITY
Rough and choleric, Jhackson is the stereotypical 'youth with a chip on his shoulder' - and as you would expect from the type, is a much kinder person than his attitude implies. Dislikes being idle, since being idle often leads to introspection, which he is not a huge fan of. Not at all an honest person, he will often lie or swindle if it means bettering his position, even a little, though within limits. Persevering and stubborn, he is not prone to giving up in times of difficulty, and telling him not to do something will more often than not result in him doing the opposite.

BACKSTORY
Jhackson was born from the union of a Kapre and a human, his father Don and his mother Julia. His mother never knew about his fathers' true identity. While his father was (and still very much) smitten with his mother, the far too early pregnancy and the hardships that followed soured both her opinion towards him, and the then unborn Jhackson.

A distance grew between them as he got older, childish attempts at getting her attention became a deep seated resentment that found violence and vice as its outlet. This resentment only grew once his mother married his stepfather, who was ill-prepared to deal with an angry preteen Jhackson. So for the most part, he remained distant from his family.

It was around this time that his biological father met with him for the first time, and where he discovered his true lineage. To say he didn't care would be an understatement. His anger was such that when his father extended an invitation to this 'Silver Gate Academy' to help him learn to adapt to a world he never knew existed, he turned him down out of sheer spite.

As time passed, he completely cut himself off from them. Until the birth of his siblings.

When his mother announced that she was pregnant with twins, he hated them at that moment. It felt like all the affection that he was deprived of had been saved for them instead. He bore a grudge towards them before they were even born.

And all that anger, all that resentment that was bottled up... simply evaporated.

He loved them on the spot. The two small, weak, soft things cradled in his mothers' arms. He was but thirteen years old at the time, and back then he did not know what it was he was felt for them, but it was love. Over the next year, he did his best to be a big brother to them, a motivation which keeps him going to this day.

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STATS

END: 90 (D)
STR: 80 (D)
DEX: 50 (D)
AGI: 40 (E)
INT: 10 (E)
WIL: 30 (E)
CHR: 05 (F)
SPT: 30 (C)
LCK: 05 (F)

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EQUIPMENT
Weapon:

• Stingray tail whip (Effective against ghosts/spirits and vampires)

Other:

• Bronze-plated lighter
• Tobacco pipe

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MINOR SKILLS

• Focus Under Pressure (2) - Mental and Physical strength increase proportional to the stress he is under [Maximum of +05 stat bonus for END/STR/INT/WIL/SPT]

SPELLS

• Snap-fire - A [Perfomance-type] spell. It's activated via snapping his fingers, where a small spark of flame just strong enough to light a cigarette emerges.
• Fire Arrow - An arrow of fire, with high piercing power. If it successfully pierces its target, the fire spreads quickly. | [Current limit: 1] | [Chant: Rage and anger / fuel my fire / hate and loathing / pierce my target]

INDEPENDENT

• Demon Form - You can take an appearance that's more similar to your kind. As a Kapre he gains 20% boosts to END and STR, and further resistance to fire. This form is only temporary, and can be mastered further than this.
• Long Life - As a half-demon of sorts, his life span is extended by about double.
• Demon Magic - Access to minor fire manipulation and generation, and nature magic affinities. Spells learned or use relating to any of the aforementioned elements will also have a boost in power.
• Immunity to Smoke - As a half-Kapre, Jhackson cannot be blinded, suffocated, or otherwise affected by smoke.
• Resistance to Fire - As a half-Kapre, Jhackson has a minor resistance to fire, making him harder to burn, catch fire, and less affected by heat.
• Nature Affinity - As a half-Kapre, Jhackson has a strong affinity with plants, making taking care of them easier; magic-wise, it makes plants easier to manipulate.

^{Age: 17
Race: Earth Male
Nationality: British/French}


Edward is a naturally optimistic sort-- a life as pleasant as his will do that to you. He often preaches that things can and do get better in life, even if he understands not everyone is as blessed as him. He always goes out of his way to help others who aren't fortunate, as he believes his massive luck was a gift he is obligated to use to make life better for others. His sizable allowance is often spent on gifts for others, even. He appreciates his status in life, but is very humble about it, understanding he hasn't particularly earned it. He has a bit of an inferiority complex as a result, eager to prove himself but also commonly downplaying any success of his as luck.

In terms of hobbies, Edward is particularly into comic books and manga. Superman, Dragonball, and Naruto especially. That's partially why he's actually an excellent student despite his entirely average intelligence. He's very willing to train and study if it means access to real magical powers that he can use to do good. And to look cool and do cool things, but that's just a nice bonus.

Edward was technically born in France, to two loving parents named Adeline and Damien Lachance. Right after Edward was born, however, Damien was offered a much higher paying position for his office job if he were to move to Britain. The two had been struggling and were worried about their child's well-being and took the offer, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Adeline was a painter, and her paintings finally took off once she began advertising them in Britain. All throughout Edward's life, the blessings of gods seemed to follow him. Winning games of chance was a near guarantee. He could call the flip of a coin 10 times in a row. At the age of 11, he advised his father on which numbers to pick for a lottery ticket, and their family was the only one to get the second tier prize that draw after a quadruple rollover.

Despite how easy Edward's luck would have been to abuse, the Lachance family were good people who had spent their childhoods being taught that money wasn't everything, and they passed that lesson down to their son. They also understood his gift, and took steps to make sure it didn't go to his head. Despite efforts not to stand out, his grades were often great, and allowed him to apply for a unique transfer-- to study abroad in Japan. His parents allowed him to do so, but as he was interviewed, he was stupefied by the process, despite his repeated success. Soon he would find out why. He had stumbled into a school of magic and wonder that hid underneath it an entire new world of elves, beasts and spell casting. Having stumbled here, Edward is convinced all of his luck was fate guiding him here so he could make a positive impact on this world-- and the magical one right next door.








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Martial Awakening - A permanent 40% boost to Spirit if it is over 50.
Graceful Charity - When you give gifts to people, they will be more cooperative to you moreso than normal.

_{15 Points Remain}

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[PLAYER CHARACTER SHEET]

Appearance:


Name: Ultana Whelen
Age: 17
Race: Earth - Human
Nationality: Igneus Caute

Personality: Rude, Violent, Impulsive, Stubborn and Hot-headed are just some of the terms most people might describe her. Some would even go as far as to call her a rabid dog with the way she loses her cool and is quick to resort to violence. She’s a girl that lives and does things her way, regardless of whether it’s right or wrong.

Backstory:
Born to a family of miners, Ultana always was found in the caverns, regardless if she was allowed to or not, security watching the entrances be damned. Ultana practically lived in the caves, to the point she knew them as well as any adult would. Ever since her childhood, she was a reckless tomboy that was always quick to resort to violence in any dispute. More often than not, this would often get her into trouble with kids her age and adults alike.

Like most who were born into a mining family, she was raised and trained in the Arts Of Smoldering Earth, a Spell Knight style that was born and perfected through a series of hostile conflicts that followed the demise of the great magician. While trained in it, not many are able to master or advance far with it due to the difficulty of the skills and forms, with many being quick to abandon it.

Because of this, it was merely seen as basic training with many preferring to simply resort to old fashioned brawling. Granted, growing up, Ultana was definitely one of the many who thought it was pointless. After frequent struggles trying to learn it, she easily grew frustrated with it and began seeing it as a waste of time like most kids who give up when things don’t go their way. It wouldn’t be until a few years later, when she was around 13-14 until she began taking it seriously again.

The event that inspired it all, began like any other. Each group of miners was each designated plots or areas in the mine to dig, with space given between them as to not interfere with the others. The group she was usually in was with her father, grandfather and a few of their drinking buddies. The Mining business was generally hit or miss in regards to finds, but lately her grandfather was growing increasingly dissatisfied with the areas they were able to mine.
It was generally first come, first serve but lately they’d find certain areas of the mine sealed off with armed guards, all with the same emblem on their shoulders, and always found themselves chased and pushed away from areas while other shady people took over their dig sites. It’s something that started weeks prior when her father and grandfather started finding strange artifacts in their sites.

Not getting any leads as to what exactly they were, but eventually people started getting it in their heads that the items might’ve belonged to the great magician who once called this area his home. Just the slightest touch of suspicion was enough for a certain scholar to send his goons to the mine and block everything off. Having enough, her grandfather and father snuck into the mine was security was at its weakest, to go back to the site. Naturally, a certain girl was supposed to be in her bed, saw them and followed into the mine.

While they weren’t too pleased when they found her out, they eventually allowed her to tag along. After sneaking past some of the armed men, they managed to successfully infiltrate the dig site. After a few hours of digging, her grandfather finally found something. It was a bulky and really tattered old book. When he opened the book, the text was all over the place and wasn’t able to understand a single word or letter in it but was excited about it all the same.

However, not long after returning to the surface with it and began investigating it, the group tracked them down in an isolated location. Surrounding them, demanding they hand over the book, claiming it belonged to them. When her grandfather, without hesitation, refused, the armed men decided to take it by force. Gravely underestimating him, the group charged at him all at once before a good deal of them fell to a massive tremor caused by her grandfather.

Watching him taking them out in such a devastating fashion made her totally forget the situation they were in and looked on with excitement. Here her grandfather was, using a spell knight style she wrote off as a joke and totally impossible to master, with ease taking out a bunch of trained and armed guards. It was incredible, that was until they eventually overwhelmed him with their numbers and eventually wore him down.

Ultana quickly went from happy and excited to as if her soul was ripped out from her body. They didn’t just stop at taking the book from him, taking advantage of his weak state, they wasted no time in killing him. Whatever that book was, it was something those shady bastards, and whoever employed them, were willing to kill for it. Naturally, the men didn’t fail to notice her presence.

As they moved towards her, her father, who was helping her grandfather fight the men off, got in front of them and tried to buy some time for her to run. While she did end up running away, she was eventually caught. However, fate would have it, a knight from another land intervened and the rest was history. Given her state at the time, losing her father and grandfather, she couldn’t recall his name or what he looked like but would stick in her mind was the fact he was sent from the capital on an unrelated matter.
She did vaguely remember the emblem on the shady bastards uniforms. It was a depiction of some sort of winged beast, an emblem she never saw personally but familiar all the same. After spending the time afterwords to take Smoldering Earth seriously, she decided to take her attention to Silvergate Academy. She figured there'd be a better chance at finding out who those people were if she went to Silvergate as opposed to the knight academy, where all sorts of people could be found there.

[Stat System]
END: 40 (C)
STR: 50 (B)
DEX: 30 (C)
AGI: 30 (D)
INT: 20 (D)
WIL: 15 (C)
CHR: 20 (C)
SPT: 5 (F)
LCK: 15 (F)
800/800

[Combat]
-Equipment-
Weapons: A Broadsword that has been passed down in her family for generations. It has the emblem of the ‘Order Of Stone’ engraved in the hilt. It’s the sole keepsake she has left of her father and grandfather.
Gear: A well worn pair of black combat MMA gloves that has seen its fair share of smashed faces.
A Tang Suit with reinforced padded that’s lightweight and offers some protection against physical attacks.

Other:

Independent:
Arcane Awakening - Permanently gives a 40% boost to Willpower if WIL is 50 or higher
Whelen Fugitive - You are not welcome by certain forces in Igneus Caute. Be wary when the RP treads this area.

(Among your skills both minor and major, you have 15 points to spend)

Major Skills: Arts Of The Scorching Earth - It’s a Spell Knight style that originated in the Volcanis Region and was once used by ‘The Order Of Stone’, an order of knights under the service of the great magician, Rextaura Extenesia. It’s a style that harnesses the power of the earth and the great flames of the land (earth and fire magic). Level 1 (5 points)





Minor Skills:
Arm Strength (2 Points)
Leg Strength (2 Points)
Iron Will (2 Points)
Iron Flesh (2 Points)
Stamina Up (2 Points)

Spells: Chains Of The Earth:
Difficulty: S
Cost: A
Requirement: Melody Of Scorching Earth
A wide-ranging restraint spell that traps and crushes the target(s) limbs and head with shackles made of stone. A two part-spell.

Incantation: “From the depths of the earth, you shall become a prisoner of the earth adorned with shackles of stone.”

Funeral Pyre
Difficulty: S
Cost: A
Requirement: Melody Of Scorching Earth
The second part of the spell. While trapped in their shackles made from stone, the target(s) will then be struck and roasted alive by a massive pillar of flame intense enough to melt flesh. Deals massive fire damage.

Incantation: “Oh prisoner of the earth, I hereby offer you as a sacrifice to the great Tyrant Of Destruction. May your very being turn to ash and scatter in the wind!”

Techniques: N/A

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Age: 17
Race: Human
Nationality: Japan / Germany

Personality:


Backstory:

Name: Koyuki
Age: Appears about 16 (but at least a 100 years old)
Race: Kitsune, Yokai
Nationality: Japanese
Personality:
Koyuki could be easily described as a curious troublemaker with devilish charms. Seeing the same sceneries for decades of her life caused the fox spirit to crave knowledge of things and how they work, without as much fear of consequences for her actions. She is technically an undead being after all. During her years of stay at the Inari Shrine, people with all sorts of character come and go, exposing Kouyki to plentiful of human interactions. This was how she learned to sweet talk and allure one (regardless of male or female) into taking her favorable side. Despite the childish manner, the kitsune means no ill will towards other beings and simply wishes to know more.

Backstory:
The vixen which will be later known as Koyuki was an ordinary, wild fox like any other living in the deep mountains of Kyoto, around the Fushimi Inari Shrine area. Not until the day of the unfortunate incident. The skies casted a heavy down pour, accompanied by the sounds of rumbling thunder that evening. Street lights were not commonly utilized at that era, which barely gave the sight of the road to any passer bys. Several factors all played a part in the accident.

The carriage driver rushed through the mountain road, merely wondering what the big bump on the road was, simply dismissing it as a rock. The booming thunder clap rumbled at the exact moment the poor animal let out a shriek of utter pain, unheard by the human. Left at the road side with a growing pool of blood, the fox could barely manage to wince from its limbs being crushed under the weight. Feeling the cold overcome its flesh, the black orbs slowly shut themselves closed.

"You poor thing. Let me help you." A gentle voice spoke to the dying fox. A bright, glowing light enveloped the fatally injured animal, giving off a powerful healing aura. Once it faded, the eyes of the fox shot open in shock. The body that was crippled a moment ago seemed to fully repair itself. Looking up at the source of the voice, the vixen only caught a glimpse of a human-like lady with tails likened to its kind, before she was swallowed by the darkness.

That was a rather peculiar incident, it was almost as if it never really happened. But the fox would carve it deeply into its memories. The other peculiar thing that remained was, it seemed to have stopped its aging process. Decades have passed but the vixen appears the same and have outlived the life expectancy of an average fox. Just as it turns exactly about the hundredth year of its life, it... felt different. Upon inspecting itself on the reflection in the pond, there was an image of a female human.

"..... Is that me?" Blue orbs widened at the human words coming out of her mouth. This was but the start of a new chapter for the vixen's life.

Years have passed since Koyuki (the name given to the fox by a shrine priestess) was first taken in by the Fushimi Inari Shrine priests as one of the messengers of the god Inari. But that was just a title for formalities' sake. She was fortunately adopted into the shrine by the generous and pious priests who caught the sight of the kitsune wandering in the forest close to the shrine. As a fox, she frequented the area close to the shrine in hopes of being given offerings to the foxes, basically a free meal in her eyes.

The more the fox spirit learned about the world outside the shrine and the mountains, the more she was eager to explore out which frequently lead her to trouble. Finding it unsuitable to send her to a regular human school, the priests decided to inquire for Koyuki's entry into the prestigious, magical institution, Silver Gate Academy.

[Stat System]

END: F 10
STR: F 10
DEX: F 10
AGI: F 15
INT: C 50
WIL: C 50
CHR: A 80
SPT: F 5
LCK: E 20

[Combat]
-Equipment-

Weapons: Fire-enchanted ornamented fans

Gear: Talisman - Blessed with divine protection by a Shintoist priest, offers a degree of magic resist

Other:

Independent:

Major Skills:

Minor Skills:

Spells:

• Fire Ball
• Flame Whip
• Barrier
• Cleanse
• Healing Veil
• Invigorate
• Scan

Techniques:

Appearance:



Name: Icarus Ochre
Age: 16
Race: Demon, Phoenix
Nationality: Solitum Desert, Arcanis

Personality:
Definitionally, Icarus is a coward, a fool, and an idiot.

It might seem contradictory for an eternal firebird to be defined by cowardice, but then again Icarus isn't exactly your average phoenix. It's not like any sort of well thought-out cowardice, but he is just easily panicked. He's anxious about a lot of things all of the time, has a nasty habit of inventing new things to be anxious about, and this high-strung mentality leaves him prone to freaking out in response to unexpected stimulus. Or just that little extra push over the edge.

On the topic of freaking out, it's not just heart-pounding terror that Icarus wears on his sleeves. Really, it's all of his emotions. He tries quite desperately to emulate the cool, serene attitudes of his forebears, but lacking their experience all he has is a thin shell of serenity that cracks under the slightest pressure, almost exactly unlike a well-balanced egg. Anger, love, embarrassment, it all comes surging to the surface the moment any of his keys get pressed. And Icarus is basically a pipe organ in that regard.

Compounding all of his immaturity, or perhaps causing it, is another one of Icarus's contradictions: while patient, and more than willing to wait for results, he is consistently shortsighted. He doesn't really imagine the consequences of his actions beyond how they will affect him immediately, which is likely to give him some trouble making and keeping friends.

When his many flaws and foibles don't get in the way, Icarus could be charitably described as driven, determined, and ultimately he is willing to get down and dirty to get what he wants. And to be fair, it is his desire to soar above the clouds and do something outside the norm that brought him to Silver Gate to begin with.

Backstory:
Some people define themselves by their hardships, the adversities they have faced, and Icarus is not one of those.
Some by their accomplishments, having already carved their name into the world at a young age, or taken pride in some minor act that to them was magnificent, yet that is also not he.
Some are just born with a silver spoon in their mouths, blessed by circumstance, and that might well describe Icarus.
To be fair that might well describe most phoenixes, being born full of fiery passion; a species both powerful and impossibly long-lived. Most creatures are lying when they say they have all the time in the world for good fortune to pass their way, but phoenixes really do, and they're more than happy to remind you of it.
It was this sort of blessed life that Icarus was born into. Sure, as a demon there is always the threat of stepping on the toes of the Arrows, who were always looking for any slip ups, but his family was full of the good sorts. Well, good sorts for demons. So they didn't have to worry too much about drawing the ire of their patient wardens. Nonetheless, Icarus lived in a world of relative comfort, perhaps not quite nobility, but certainly knowing that he was a Have in a world of Have-Nots. A phoenix surrounded by imps. Childhood, sweet and innocent, marked quite distinctly with something foul.
So it was probably a bit of a surprise to everyone, Icarus included, when his traitorous beak decided the dinner table was the perfect place to say he wanted to go to a human school. He had only just been considering it—the idea had intrigued him in ways he could barely even put to words—it wasn't even really part of the conversation at hand, but it was out in the open in that moment. And quite suddenly he found himself the center of everyone's attention.

Oh, they did try to dissuade him, which only seemed to deepen his interest. When an old phoenix tells a little fletchling that they know exactly what it's like to feel young, rebellious, and heartbreakingly reckless, there's no way to really say they haven't. They've gone through that part of life time and time again after all. Oh he'd never fit in amongst such fragile, very mortal creatures. They'd never understand, the gulf was just too big. At least imps understood what it meant to be a demon.
"But what if I could understand what it means to be human?"
Which is exactly the sort of thing that gets met with chortles and guffaws coming from a 14-year-old speaking to a room full of adults who had been teenagers quite a few times themselves.

Incensed, inflamed, and with his pride just a wee bit pricked by those around him, Icarus returned to roost that night prepared to show up everyone. The humans were so short-lived, so very inventive, they fought for every inch of life they could get. And that buzzed around in his head.
Perhaps what drove him most was that laughter though. That also buzzed around in there, playing on loop.

Encouragement, he couldn't have that. Help wouldn't just come his way. But to get what he wanted he did have something to help him. He had a lot of pride, and it burned to be shut down like that. He had to at least take the chance. Phoenixes could take chances when no one else could after all.
With abandon, Icarus pursued the idea, he got his hands on books, and he read. He prepared, painstakingly. If he was going to convince anyone, even just his parents, to let him go, he couldn't just go anywhere. He needed to perfect his studies, because if he wanted to go, to soothe that ache in his pride, he had to not just show determination to get somewhere, it had to be a place with prestige. Someplace special. And between Alladore and Silver Gate, he chose the latter.
"Chose" is perhaps a strong word for drawing a name out of a hat, but at the last minute he just hadn't been able to make that choice, and left it to chance. And that was a choice all its own.

Passing the exam was pretty easy compared to facing Mother, Father, and the Arrows, but Mother and Father knew very well that their little fletchling had worked hard in the time between first saying those words and the day he really asked to leave. And the Arrows, while every demon's childhood boogeyman, maybe they weren't as scary and cruel as the bedtime stories made them out to be.
He made it, away from home and towards the beacon of magic on earth.
Silver Gate Academy.

END: 10 (E)
STR: 20 (E)
DEX: 60 (B)
AGI: 50 (C)
INT: 100 (B)
WIL: 30 (E)
CHR: 30 (D)
SPT: 10 (F)
LCK: 20 (C)

-Equipment-
Weapon
A beautifully crafted break action revolver with a polished mahogany grip. Runes are inscribed along the side of the feysteel slide, enchanting it with improved durability and sound dampening. When it breaks open, there’s the distinct ring of a sounding crystal.

Gear
A thick, but breathable coat embellished with the red-and-brown patterns of the Arillo family. While it offers some protection against bludgeoning blows, its main function is the many pockets that Otis had sewn into it afterwards, offering plenty of different places to put his various magecrafts. He also possesses a shawl made of owl feathers, gifted to him by his mother when he left for Silver Gate Academy. It doesn’t have any particularly important functions, but it’s comfy to sleep in and reminds him of where he came from.

Other
A tin box, large enough to fill one of his main pockets. Contains the tools he needs for rudimentary runic and magecraft work, a smattering of catalysts, as well as a half dozen hard candies, for when he needs that extra kick of energy.

Independent
Strigidae Lineage – Otis possesses the ability to see clearly in low-light situations, but not in complete darkness. He can twist his head around in ways that humans are unable to, and has sharper senses in general compared to his monkeykin.

Artisan Prodigy – Few match Otis’s sheer potential when it comes to detailed magical work. The potency of all crafted magic (e.g magecraft, talismans, rituals) increases by a percentage equal to Otis’s Intelligence. Current increase is +100%.

Observant Shooter – The movement of his enemies is also something that Otis studies. Every successful ranged attack on a target increases Otis’s accuracy (DEX) by 10%, stacking infinitely. This accuracy bonus decreases by 20% for every round in which he’s not attacking them.

Major Skills
Study: The Art of the Controlled Explosion LVL 1
Study: Arcture Volume 3 LVL 1
Study: Fujiwara Shinto Exorcism LVL 1
Form: Iga-Ryu Ninjutsu LVL 1

Minor Skills
Acrobatics LVL 1 - Increases one’s ability to move using their whole body in flashy ways.
Footwork LVL 1 - Increases one’s agile movement on the ground.
Backpacker LVL 1 – Relevant for Ritual and Magecraft. Increases the user’s stock of small items (eg. special bullets, talismans, small inscribed throwing knives). If the user takes a post to “prepare” for battle, they will automatically have 10 total items on them immediately (of their choice). Every rank increases the stock by 5.
Leftover Material LVL 1 - The user whenever they craft a new item will be left with additional materials. In function, this lets them make more from less.
Fast Learner LVL 1 - The user can for each rank, pick one or more Magecraft recipes and decrease their difficulty by one rank. Rank Reduction: Invoke Wild Hunt.
Focused Artist LVL 1 - Inscriptions made in advance are much more powerful without needing to increase the size of the inscription.