“Life is so much more than where you were born”

Tku, being a bloodchild, is albino. However, you will rarely see his white skin. Spends a lot of time applying skin dyes and makeup to get him to something close to his family’s color but still, they would say he is light skinned. What he doesn’t hide are his violet eyes that contrast with his makeup, drawing people in for long conversations. He has always loved his eyes and would never hide them. His hair is naturally this whitish yellow but he embraces his cultural love of vibrant colors and dyes his hair regularly. Though he has chosen to stick with a dark blue/purple for his arrival, nothing too eye-catching for now.

He tends to dress quite simply when traveling, and only a few articles that are not important like trinkets from his travel along with a variety of accessories he has made from a variety of materials he has found, some appreciating the natural color of the material, others dyed in the most brilliant of colors.

His build is rather developed from his travels, not overly muscular but built enough to withstand the strain of travel with ease. He varies in weight but is coming to the school purposefully leaner to define his build. The last thing Tku would want would people to believe him to be overweight. He stands around 5’10, taller than the average man but hopefully not tall enough to gain suspicion.

Traveling for so long has given Tku some scars that he managed to keep under control. Burns are not too uncommon in his travels. At some point, he started to keep track of them and laugh about how and where he got them, though he prefers his souvenirs.


Tku is a wanderer and has traveled to more to many lands. He knows a few by heart and can get the job done in quite a few others.

He can speak Belgaggic fluently and knows a couple of dialects like his home nation of Obenja.
He is also fluent in Torganeese and Tarlonese Yasoi from his time traveling in those countries.
He speaks some Virangish and Iniporian but struggles with writing.
His time in Nikan taught him how to do basic conversation but the writing system alludes him. He can recognize a few characters and is interested in learning more due to the beauty he finds in them. The same can be said with Rettanesse but he spent more time in Nikan.
Avincian is something he found useful across the world for the most part. A handy language to have though he wouldn’t call his perfect by any means.

Although he may seem super knowledgeable about languages, his knowledge is inherently superficial. He needed to know enough to conversate and get through as he moved through. Language for him is but a tool to learn and talk to many others.



Tku had spent the majority of his time using kinetic magic and binding/blood during his travels. Sometimes he creates water for himself and others to drink. He is quite proficient in first aid and creating materials using Blood. He builds towers in places he has gone to, using the natural materials around him and highlighting the structure with unique materials from the places he has traveled. Sometimes these structures are functional by design but most are functional by happenstance.

He is quite gifted with deconstruction and reconstructing things and can heal minorly. Most of his fighting was kinetically enhanced use of a spear. Lots of running away.


Tku wasn’t long for the world on his first go about. He was born meager and underdeveloped. His parents knew he wouldn’t survive but they kept hope he may push past. However, fate did not favor him as he died of whooping cough. That would have been the end of his life if it hadn’t been for a Belzaggic noble that had been looking at their wares. She took pity on the Tku and resuscitated him, bringing him back from death.

After that Tku had a normal upbringing, with the exception of him being a blood child now and having a RAS higher than any of his family by a wide margin. His skin was pale and white compared to his family. His hair had lost its natural color and was brought to a yellowish white. His family’s hazel eyes were gone, leaving a brilliant violet. Children were cruel to those who were different and his family was accepting but had a hard time dealing with it as well. Tku knew well that they loved him but there was a gap between his family and him.

This ostracization pained him as a young child but he grew to accept the way life he was given, it was better than not living. With all the time he had to himself, he studied his family's trade. They were builders of many things and had to know many things to make the jaw dropping towers. He remembers sitting on his great grandfather lap, asking so many questions about their trade. His grandfather had traveled in the past and regaled the many things he had seen. “Life is so much more than where you were born.”

A fateful day came when the same noble that revived him as a newborn came back again. Tku was 6 at the time and wanted to show his gratitude to the noblewoman. He took 5 days to carve an intricate statue in her honor. The noblewoman was so impressed that she offered his family to take him to develop his school, sailing back during the harvest seasons to help with work. Tutors would be provided to hone his skills as a craftsman and Tku would create something of worth for her from time to time. Tku was nervous but with the confidence of his family, Tku left his home.

His grandfather came with Tku to be his caretaker and the boy's journey began. He spent 3 years studying and learning from various teachers and his grandfather. He traveled within the noblewoman’s land to find inspiration and learn about natural structure. The flora in the larger Belzaggic island in the North Severan Sea. It was forever fascinating for the young boy. Classes were challenging and stimulating but he wanted to explore the island more.

The Noblewoman did expect Tku to continue to make art for her but when Tku’s magic started to form, she had to give him some training to make sure he didn’t accidentally kill himself. Tku was eager to use his magic, absorbing materials and being able to recreate them. It was a true blessing. He could collect things and make them later. He loved doing it until he essentially injures himself and then he would stop for a day or 2 and do it all over again.

At 10 he produced a sculpture for the lady and she thought about selling it as it didn’t meet her wants. It sold quite well and the Noblewoman was excited for the week. From there he started getting some specific requests from the Noblewoman. He got paid a small amount for it but he was still being taught so he didn’t mind.

By the time he was 11 his great grandfather passed and he returned home for mourning. While he was there he felt the love of his family once again and they asked if he could stay. Tku didn’t want to though. He wanted to still learn and develop. And he had already learned everything from his great grandfather. So Tku boarded the ship and left.

Only to realize he was taken the wrong boat and ended up in Sakenga. Confused, Tku wandered the port and somehow got onto another wrong boat. This time to Joru. He was at first upset at his own ineptitude. But he had another thought as he looked towards the land of Joru. Maybe this was his time to wander? Maybe Tku getting on the wrong boat twice was a sign. And with that Tku went on a long journey.

Tku explored Joru for a while and made his way to Azjul. From Azjul to Zanegol. Took a boat from Zanegol to the major island Bozán. Another ship from Bozán to Kelawi for a week or 2 and then another ship to Joru to send a letter back home that he was alive and then he crossed into Torragon.

By the time he crossed into Torragon he was 14. He had gotten better in magic and could empower his body with kinetic to a small degree. It made travel so much more useful. Torragon was beautiful if not empty in places. This did not sit well with, “Why not just build something here?” So Tku started crafting structures out of sandstone and other buildable materials using blood and kinetic. If they collapsed who was to care, they were in the middle of nowhere. This habit left a trail to where small statues of people he met started appearing everywhere he went.

Then he perceived something truly beautiful. The sun had set on top of a barren rocky flat. It looked like it cradled the sun itself. Tku wept at the beauty of the world and decided to take his biggest build yet. A tower to Eshiran to mark the time of day and setting sun. Oranges and black materials were used to create a winding structure that exemplifies the beautiful sunset. He spent a whole year laboring away using his magic to the utmost. It was a simple use of magic but not a day went by when he didn’t get to bed exhausted and woke up sore. But it was all worth it. To see the beautiful structure. He left it there and moved on. He was 15.

The rest of the time was spent traveling in the Darhanic nations and then making it to Tarlon. The Darhanic people were splendid and had a magnificently colorful culture. He learned so much from visiting there. He wouldn’t build there as he felt it would be disrespectful with his skills and lack of knowledge. Just some small statues in the nowhere areas.

The Yasoi of Tarlon were unique if not somewhat hostile. Tku couldn’t blame them though as he was a traveler into their lands. Their architecture was inspiring and he learned a great deal from them. Some of the things he learned were not about architecture but that is for another story. But still, Tku remained there for maybe a year and a half before catching a boat to Nikan.

His explorations of Nikan were cut short as he met a map maker who just so happened to be a Zeno at the prestigious school of Ersand’Enise. After a drink and traveling with him, a surprising offer was put on the table for him to go to school. Tku was surprised but did not hesitate to take it. After all, when else would something like this come up?



Tku is motivated every day to create and learn. This opportunity to attend the Ersand’Enise is one that he was gifted and to waste it would be an insult. He wants to hone his craft and make the connections needed to explore the places he hasn’t been. He worries though that there are those that he one day grows so attached to that he couldn’t leave and continue to explore.


Tku has very little clothing as he can always make more. What you find are knick knacks from his travels, a book of stories that he has heard from time to time. A jewelry box filled with inexpensive pieces that he was given out of goodwill. A sack of different currencies that come out to 5 magus more or less. A mass produced spear that was made in Joru. Various beads of various materials

He carries on him a satchel full of small carving tools, various brushes, and dried pigments to be used for watercolor. An assortment of oiled paint that range in quality. Some charcoal. Tku carries many things. No weapons or anything too odd for an artist. 2 sketchbooks.








Hex code is 734960

"If the gods chose a nation, they did so 800 years ago."

Guy stands at an impressive 6 foot and 2 Inches. Broad-chested and a sizeable back combined with a trained body makes him seem much more athletic than the average Biro. His arms are longer than average, and you can see it play out in his control over weapons. Well defined physique obtained from his training is holding strong. His skin is relatively light for the amount of activity he does though freckles have started to pop up on him.

His face isn't outright handsome but isn't bad given his background. Blemishes mark his face from either sun damage or other small accidents. The most noticeable marking is a scar that crosses down from his forehead, across his left eyebrow, and narrowly misses his eye. It is rather deep but has softened over time. He maintains a level of facial hair considered appropriate and takes a great deal of work to keep himself looking sharp.

For days that he toils on land, Guy wears a sturdy tunic that has minimal frill to it accompanied by plain pants and a well-maintained pair of boots. He chooses more earthen tones for these, trying to not stick out and focus on functionality over style. Still, he wears a piece of jewelry to separate himself from the common folk from time to time.

For the days at the school, he tries his best to adopt the latest trends of Ersand'Ernise though at times he goes with basic attire, not having the care or money to match the elites at the school. He'd rather have a few very reliable set of clothing that he could actually maintain.

Informal events are met with loose, flowing outfits that allow him to move as he pleases. He will even break out the few adornments he has to have fun. He tends to not buy many outfits for these events and instead has organically built up a closet worth of things and a box of accessories. Many of the items Guy keeps are given him to by friends and he places great importance on them.

Formal events are different. For those, Guy would be ashamed to not go all out. He was taught by his trainers that dressing the best in formal events makes what you represent seem strong. He will spend weeks ahead of time planning his outfit with notes on how to best represent himself.

Something of notice is that the very astute can see the off coloring of his skin. He's never been caught on it but from time to time he tries to obscure it with the right garments and if needed, makeup.


❖Djamantese- His Father tongue and the basis he learned other languages.
❖Perrench- His Mother tongue and the language he finds himself the most comfortable with.
❖Revidian- He learned this language solely for espionage and has a good grasp on common speech and even some accents within the enemy nation. It is a rather foul language, all things considered.
❖Avincian- He learned this one like any other noble but he has been honing it to make it more natural.
❖Constantian Eaiko- He learned this from teammates and from working in Thalakos for some Eaiko harvesters. His greatest feat is talking underwater.
❖Virangish- Guy mainly leans on his knowledge of Djamantese and substitutes some additional study to be able to read and sound like a 4-year-old making up words every now and then.
❖Torragonese- Guy is shamefully barely at a conversational level for the language. If only he had known which way that scorpion would side, he would have studied it more.


Goldblood Oceanborn

Journeyman Chemist

Guy has extensive study and training in Chemical. It was by far one of the most prolific schools he used for infiltration. During his training, he used it to make people more amendable to him while boosting his own physical abilities more subtly. Deteriorating to the hull of a ship to setting up large explosions, Guy found the most use of the school of Eshiran. Ersand'Ernise had deepened his understanding of Chemical mixtures and has made him not only more well-rounded but also gifted him a more delicate control.

Journeyman Magneticist

The next school was taught to them with 2 purposes. 1 is to resist internal chemical attacks that can lead to their capture and end themselves quickly in case of capture when combined with Chemical. Later on, they were gifted multiple Drudgunzean Gold Threshers for operation and as such were taught the art of taming using Magnetic as the main instrument of control. He has built further on this at Ersand'Ernise to better his own abilities as a beast master and to give him some unsuspected firepower.

Adept Kineticist

Like most Oceanborns, he excelled in kinetic enhancement. These were built on in the military where he honed his enhancements to his own body to make it a weapon in close quarters. Silence was key for their role, so he was instructed on the functionality of Sonic manipulation. There with the help of his Eaiko squad members, he learned how to use Sonic magic in the water to further his detection range and how to find hidden things. He started to practice Kinesis much more regularly after coming to Ersand'Ernise as it seemed to be the fashion of laid-back nobles to use it for every whim.

Adept Arcanist

Something that was not taught to him by Perence was the School of Ipte, Arcane. He was focused on the Chemical and Magnetic specialties while others in his group focused on the utility side of Arcane. Coming to the school gave him time to learn about them and he followed his comrade's training, learning illusions and luminescent. An interesting combination he found is using Chemical, Magnetic, and Arcane to supercool the water. With this, he could easily manipulate this mixture to turn instantly frozen and then liquid again. How practical it will be in the field has yet to be tested but he found some pride in his talent as a scholar there.

All of the squad members were given a thresher companion to help increase their odds in missions. He received the runt out of the kindness of their instructors and he has been taming it well. He even taught it some fun tricks.


Guy was born in a small town in the northeast of Perrence, not terribly far from Revidia. His birth came as an unwanted arrival as his family was about to return to their home in Djamant. They stayed there for a few months for his mother, Liana, to recover from childbirth. Guy was the 4th child of the line with two older brothers and one older sister. His father paid him little mind but his mother was affectionate towards him. She would sing tales of the Great Perrence to him and often said that him being born in Perrence was the greatest blessing he could have been given.

Growing up he was given freedom to do as he pleased by his father. He was the third son and was given to his mother to raise him into a proper Perench noble. In between studying under his mother, Guy spent time in town, at the ports, or any number of areas. He would play in the shallow waters and take risks jumping cactus. Guy remained unaware of his nature until he was quite cruelly tossed into the sea by his brother. He could breathe underwater!

After that Guy found himself going on many underwater adventures. Exploring shipwrecks, discovering treasures, observing nature, and stealing some thresher eggs. He met a few Eaiko but was mainly nervous because of the myths that sailors told about them. However, he often found his curiosity kept him watching them like a shy child. However, his mother intentionally let it out that her son was an oceanborn and the Perrench made an offer for him to join Légion de la Flamme Sacrée. They came, offered Guy's father compensation and there was nothing else to say, Guy was off to be trained without ever knowing a father's love, he was treated coldly by him even towards the end.

He trained with a team of Eaiko and other people like him. At first, he prided himself on his noble blood and being born in the golden fields of Perrence unlike most of them. However, he changed. They were working for the Perrence too and he had grown close to them. He moved up the training list and felt he was a shoo-in for captain. He was well-liked, well-trained, well read. He had it all. Instead, it was given to his rival. He didn't even make the cut.

It was a sad day, goodbyes were given. He was bitter but he knew better than to let it show. he wasn't going to sour his former team. They were going to be doing the Lord's work and he wouldn't let his own feelings cloud that. He packed up and headed for the doc when his instructor stopped his just before he boarded a ship to Djamant. He handed him a letter along with a pouch that would change his life course. A privilege given to him for the sake of Perrence! He was now a Biro at Ersand'Ernise.


Besides discipline, it would be the basic want to improve for the sake of Perrence. Everything he learns furthers his worth to them and he finds that to be more important than other goals. He hopes to learn enough to one day be entrusted with the training of new recruits and instill in them the same will as he has. To fail that would not only be a shame but be a failure for all he has worked for.













Guy started as a 7.33 after he finished growing. It was a respectable RAS for a low noble. However, he had been slowly tipped off by people of potential aberrations and he just so happened to have reason to go to those locations with usually a few people. He now is at a commanding 7.68 and has become familiar enough with the risks and benefits of black aberrations.

Guy has done some work in Thalakos on his off-season. Gathering and selling Eshiran's gold using that very human face of his. It was a job his close friend set up for him after not making the cut. He made many friends there and has gotten a little bit of metal along with some experience handling the workhorses of the operation, Black Devils. The last thing they said to him was that if they had one too many eggs, they would send one to him. He secretly hopes it wasn't a joke, but he is unsure if he would be capable enough to handle such a beast.

Explosions are cool. Books are awesome.

Ingrid normally favors more functional clothing as she has traveled from one mine to the next for most of her childhood. If Ingrid were to attend one of the many high society events you would find her wearing some of the latest trends procured for her by her mother. Although Ingrid's vision is well suited for daily life, her eyes begin to strain when she tries to perform more administrative tasks. She corrects this through glasses. She has quite a few burn small burn scars from her training in magic. Ingrid has a habit of dragging her hand as she wrote and it has given her some odd callouses on her dominant hand that are not there on her non-dominant hand. Ingrid rarely adorns herself with accessories, instead preferring just her glasses

Ingrid is a native speaker of Eskandish. She is fluent in Avincian and Perrench. She is partially fluent in Belzaggic and lastly only literate in Torragonese. The Penderson family is very keen to make sure their family is fluent in many languages to keep a strong relationship with all their business partners. Ingrid believes that in a few years she will forget most of them.

She has become more accustomed to the languages she somewhat knows while attending Ersand'Ernise. The biggest improvement was Retaneese. She only studied it in the 2nd semester of her first year but was given an opportunity to improve through her mission in Retan. Though the benefits she saw as lessoned by her use of the speak trout.


Ingrid's training as a mage started with her family where they tried to teach her Arcane, Kinetic, and Chemical. She did well in Kinetic and Arcane but failed to grasp her Family's Chemical magic. The way it was taught and explained never clicked with her though she still carries her families instructional guide to some of the old internal Chemical magic her family specialized in.

Coming to the school, she ignored her weakness with Chemical and plowed full steam into Arcane and Atomic magic. Atomic was new to her but she seemed to be a fast learner and then accelerated by Benedetto, someone Ingrid can only describe as a magic savant. The trials and the Forked Tower honed her craft further. She also started her studies in Binding. Every true fight Ingrid experienced in the first year left her lying on the ground, slowly passing away until a Binder came and saved her. That and oddly enough Trypano got her to study it.

As the first School year came to a close, Ingrid was marked as a Journeyman in Atomic and Arcane as well as Apprentice in kinetic and Binding.

Her use of her magics are considered pretty standard among mages.

For Arcane, Ingrid is a very well-rounded mage. Creating intense heat and explosions from it as well as burning away things as needed. Cryomancy in conjunction with Binding to create strong ice to defend herself as well as launch Icy blasts with Kinetic. Illusion she purposefully doesn't use to its fullest, instead making comical versions that are easy to tell to convene messages and have fun. Luminescent is a daily use thing to help her read but she wouldn't call herself a master at it though she does love the invisibility spells. Transmissive is something Ingrid found out it exists but not much more than a spell to let her see hidden things and enhance her vision at night it seems.

For Atomic she truly uses it to its fullest. Casting the strongest explosive spells and some of the most lethal radiative spells. She is proficient in her Infinity loop and is even aware how to make new elements with though that seems to be lacking in combat use. She is experimentative with it foremost. She studies the ways that things absorb radiation and how that energy interacts with materials. She has been working on an X-Ray spell of some sort but finds her lack of Magnetic knowledge to be slowing her down. Most of all, Atomic is her favorite school.

Kinetic is mainly used for Kinesis and the occasional sound magic and enhancement side. She isn't lacking in the other forms but just finds herself leaning in one way over the other. She will admit her knowledge on the depths of Gravity and Sound are lacking though. She is one to test it out thought to deepen her learning as she finds Kinetic quickly becoming one her most used schools of magic.

Binding magic came as a learning curve for Ingrid. It didn't require chemical magic but certain processes in the body naturally tie into chemical magic. But with some lessons from the Forked Tower and speaking to Trypano, Ingrid had gotten past the hurdle. her uses are pretty limited to either healing herself and making projectiles or walls. Ingrid struggles to heal others from her lack of understanding of other bodies.

She still studies Atomic and Arcane, striving to become an expert in them.



Ingrid's house was very constricting for her. Her life was not to become a person but to further the wealth of the family and that painted most of Ingrid's interaction with her family. The overbearing nature of her family was comforting to her as a young child when she was unable to discern her family's intentions. By her 8th year, Ingris developed enough that she could see the motives at play. Her family was obsessed with money and her training and careful cultivation were just the byproducts of it. She had believed this was the normal way that nobles acted, they sacrificed themselves for prosperity, and for most of her short life, she found a strong sense of pride in working hard for her family even if it cost her the seldom personality she had.

The parties were a bore and nothing more than networking. Ingrid would lie about escapades as her mother instructed her to gain trust and friendship and use it to gain favorable deals. Everyone did this in her family, from her siblings to her dear grandfather. Anything to make sure that they were never hungry, never cold, to never beg again. And the more you could do the better the praise from your own family. It was the only reinforcement that she could get as they were the only ones that held space in her world. With that praise came gifts. Ingrid was able to study as much as long as she liked if she could continue to perform.

Even her rebellious phase was turned into a race against her sibling and cousins to gain even more favor. She couldn't keep up with them and was sent to some of the mines in the coldest parts of Eskand. There she would botch a controlled explosion sending a ball of flame up the tube nearly killing herself and the 2 workers. The fear she felt quickly gave to uncontrollable glee as Ingrid couldn't stop laughing. When she went back to her quarters she couldn't help but reimagine the explosion, not what went wrong but the beautiful fragmentation of stone and bubble of expanding flame that had almost consumed her life.

She was sent back to the main house to explain herself and her family grew worried. Ingrid was no longer obedient and unwaveringly calm. She was smiling and was going into exquisite detail about how she almost killed herself. Her father had her stay home and study believing the near-death experience had damaged her mind. During this time she realized that mining was such a drag and that she wanted to study. Sadly the school could be a bit expensive so she needed a proposal to convince her grandfather. Over the 2 years, she wrote to correspondents at the mines and did a comprehensive study on the inefficiencies, and created potential prospects to increase revenue that would all hinge on sending her to the academy. Her grandfather liked the intense drive he saw in Ingrid and decide to fund her schooling in exchange for the research and development of even better mining techniques or anything else they could do with their connections. As long as it made money.


Ingrid hopes that through her time at school she can develop her magic to even further heights. To study under the tutelage of masters of magic. All of it. Ingrid also hopes to actually have a life that when she writes her story it will inspire people to live as freely as she wants to. Although Ingrid believes that she will be able to complete her goals, there is a part of her that creeps into her mind when she has difficulty that she will fail and be lost to history.


Ingrid does not pack light. Her dormitory is full of some of her personal journals and studying materials. Along with a few non-educational books hidden among the textbooks. Dozens of rock and mineral samples. Along with tons of maps and a complicated ledger of the family's operations, her location makes it convenient instead of sending everything down to Eskand

Ingrid brought quite a few different sets of clothes for different events. Most of the time you will find her in the same outfit, something that is not likely to spontaneously combust and is good for movement.

She has some rare metals for study and varieties of coal and black powder. And lastly, in a lead box, she has 5kg of Uranium and 2kg of depleted Uranium. The box is tripled layered in lead.

Her reward for defeating the Royal Sand Wyrm was 3 dragon pearls. 2 worth 5k Magus. Sold

She was also given some 10 Royal Sand Wyrm scales.

Her Reward from Into the Depth was an Instruction Manual on Temporal Magic. Along with Sileen's Number.

A lockbox containing an original seed of the tree of life from an ambrosia fruit, still able to germinate, 800 years old. (8)
The ghost ship Herald of Free Enterprise, believed lost twenty years ago. This magnificent galleon is in somewhat rough shape but somehow still afloat and with much of its cargo intact. (20) It is worth 20,000 Magus.

A Zeno's keyring, tied to a tiny booklet of passphrases and a second with a map of the city's catacombs.

Skeleton Key to the buildings of Ersand'Enise

An old lantern that, when ignited, emits a blue light rather than red/orange/yellow. It appears to be powered by arcane and magnetic magic. The blue light allows for early-age UV lighting that enables one to see things many can't. Due to its middling condition, it has lost quite a bit of its potency. However, with how this light interacts with other forms of light, it grants a 5% resistance to Arcane-based illusions. (11)











Ingrid started as an 8.4 but after absorbing 7 aberrations, Ingrid got to 8.71. She is now a unicorn.

"If the law is not perfect, then it is our duty to make it so."

Yalen is an honest and friendly individual. He isn't shy at all, but he does get flustered easily. He is happy to offer his company to anyone who comes, paying no mind to barriers such as faith or social standing. He is open minded to other people's eccentricities and tries to act without prejudice. Yalen is an easy person to approach and have a conversation with, and he loves to hear other people's stories and learn about their passions and goals.

He understands that humans often suffer from inner turmoil and occasionally require guidance. Yalen is a patient listener and will try to instruct others with the faith's teachings when they are feeling lost. As long as he sees a little bit of good in someone, he won't turn away from them. At the same time, he is prepared to educate the world's petty tyrants through force and coercion. Yalen is not as naive as he used to be. He has learned that some people's hearts cannot be reached with words alone.

Yalen has little interest in material possessions or wealth. As long as he has the means to survive, he would be happy to sleep on the hard ground if necessary. If he pays for better lodgings for himself, it is because someone living with him would be made more comfortable. If he purchases a piece of land, it is because he needs the income to support his holy duties. Despite being strict with himself, Yalen still has things he enjoys, such as enjoying a good meal with friends. He loves food so much that he has begun learning how to cook, and he plans to open his own inn someday.

As a former follower of the Creator, Yalen had an unfaltering belief in the sanctity of life. Yalen had a hard time engaging in the act of violence, and even killing a creature maddened by the void filled him with self doubt. Though his heart has been tempered by combat, the mercy in his soul will never fade completely. It takes great strength to defeat a person without killing them, so he has begun to grapple with his study of magic more earnestly than before.



Yalen has grown since his freshman year, but at five feet and six inches he is still an average person. He has a handsome, almost pretty face, with golden hair and dull blue eyes. His skin has become more fair, and his weak body has been beaten into the shape of a proper warrior.

Yalen currently presents himself as a High Somnian to disguise his true allegiance. He insists on wearing his abbey attire despite being a wizard in training, causing some confusion among new students. He does have some casual clothing available, but he just feels more comfortable as is. It is also more convenient to look the part of the priest, as most people aren't crazy enough to draw the ire of the Quentic church.

He has trouble walking, and often has to wear supportive footwear to stay on his feet. He used to walk around with a cane but recently gained possession of a pair of leg braces from a tethered refuge. This has aided his mobility and he can perform most activities normally, such as running and swimming, but he has to do it slower and more methodically.


Perrench, Avincian, Miattan, Revidian (learning)
Many of the abbey's texts are written in Avincian, which is how Yalen learned the language. Perrench he has learned to understand through exposure, and he has begun taking classes to learn Revidian as well. He plans to learn the languages of all the major Quentic cultures in due time.


Yalen was raised to be a monk and has no formal background in the magical arts. His gift was discovered unexpectedly some time after he went through puberty. His initial education in magic came from his adoptive father, an abbot and also a blueblooded nobleman. Because he started down the path of wizardry later than many other students at Ersand'Enise, Yalen always has to look for opportunities to practice so that he won't fall behind.

Yalen's score identifies him as an average mage, but looks can be deceiving. Whoever gave birth to him had the Tethering in their bloodline, and as a recipient of that curse he has been given a powerful edge over other spellcasters. The distance at which he can read, draw, and cast is several times higher than even those in the 8 RAS range. His maximum engagement range is a little over seven kilometers. His third eye is also very sensitive, allowing him to locate sources of power in difficult places, and perceive things that others may have missed.

Yalen has slowly been practicing various skills to compensate for his ordinary RAS. Over time he has become a capable freecaster, and has repeatedly demonstrated the ability to cast spells without making gestures or even looking at his target. Another skill he finds useful is channeling, which opens the way to larger and more powerful spells at the cost of expediency.

As it was the first kind of magic he ever used, Yalen's initial focus was on Arcane studies. He tended to focus on the utilitarian aspect of the school, such as blinding enemies with light and manipulating temperatures. After experiencing battle firsthand he has reconsidered his priorities and shifted focus elsewhere.

Leveraging his background in medicine, Yalen has become somewhat proficient in the study of the Chemical arts. His specialty is internal chemistry but he has begun looking into external chemistry as well. He is also a passable Binder and Magnetic mage, schools which augment his ability to alter the body's humors. He has been made aware of forbidden concepts like offensive drawing and dark magic, and while he may have had religious objections to such things before, his mindset as a Dark Somnian is a bit more pragmatic.

The Art of Command is a secret school of magic shared with only the most trusted servants of Quentic society, giving them the strength to force the most powerful of mages to kneel before them. As a reward for defeating an immensely powerful demon, he has been granted special permission to receive his initiation.

Competencies: Chemical (4), Magnetic (2), Binding (2), Arcane (1), Command (2)
Blood type: Blackblood, Tethered


Yalen was an orphaned child, born in lands unknown and relinquished by his mother in the country of Miatto. His hometown of Verignac is a small farming community near the border of Perrence. He was taken in by a Dordian monastery, where a sect of the Brothers of Sunset practiced their faith in service of the community. He was more optimistic than most kids in the same circumstances, and throughout his childhood he expressed more interest in theological studies than the others. Seeing true faith in the young Yalen, the head of the monastery felt his heart moved, and a few years after he came to the church Yalen found himself adopted by Charles Castel. He had his son formally inducted into the clergy with his consent, and from then on the young monk was trained in ways of his order.

Yalen's ordinary life was changed when he underwent puberty. As his body matured so did the manas that were lying dormant inside of him, and when he began to visibly release his magic in uncontrolled ways, his father decided to have his magic formally tested. During the testing process many things were discovered about his gift, including his unnaturally long range of effect. There was only one conclusion that could be drawn from this, and that was him being a Tethered. It was a disease rarely seen outside of a handful of specially prepared hostels. Thankfully, Yalen's father thought better of shipping him off to some unknown refuge. When the boy learned that he might die much sooner than his loved ones, he was sad at first, but through heartfelt prayer he discovered a new path for himself that he was compelled to follow. He asked his father to send him to magic school so that he could strengthen his gift and use it as a tool to help the needy. Charles agreed.

In another world line, Yalen's destiny was likely to be a healer and a scholar. He might have walked across the land seeking out the poorest of villages, offering alms and prayers to those who were sick. Whatever that destiny might have been, it was forever changed by the interference of Hugo Hunghorasz, the most powerful wizard on the Twin Continents. Seeking the budding priest's aid in the rescue of his fellow Tethered, Hugo sent him on a mission with many of his peers. It was a dangerous quest that almost cost him his life, but through valiant struggles he was able to survive while making many friends and allies along the way. It was in the desert of Torragon that he met his first love: Jocasta Re.

Life became busy from then on. Yalen took part in the prestigious Trials, and beyond all his expectations his college placed rather high. During that turbulent arc he continued to visit lands far from home. He walked through savannahs and forests, meeting strange merchants and isolated goat herders. It was a memorable time in his life, but also a painful one, for it was at that time that he received a strange request from Jocasta. He alongside others were sent to the island of Djamant, the place where she was born and where she believed lay the key to recovering the memories she lost to the refuges.

While many answers had indeed been found there, Djamant also became the site of a tragic encounter for Yalen. A small army of Quentics appeared seeking Jocasta's head for reasons unknown to him, and they had little interest in sparing the lives of him or his friends. Forced to fight, Yalen fought tooth and nail for the sake of his own survival. He saw his own people die, and while he did not have a direct role in the killing he was most certainly an accomplice. The guilt nearly consumed him.

Before he could subject himself to penance, Yalen was approached by a very special individual. That man was Cardinal Verus, the head of the Dark Somnian order. To make a long story short, Yalen was given an offer he could not possibly refuse. He was given salvation as well as enlightenment. He received the answers to many questions that plagued him ever since he met the Paradigm. For these things, Yalen pledged his undying loyalty as a servant of The Judge.


Yalen has abandoned his original standing with the Brothers of Sunset, and became an agent of the Dark Somnians. He has made himself an enemy of both the Volti and the Traveler, and he has sworn an oath to bring them to justice by any means necessary. By fulfilling his mission he hopes to make amends for his raising his hand against the church in the defense of his beloved.

Even though he finds himself in an unfamiliar environment, Yalen continues to follow the ways of his order. Outside of the academy's lessons, his daily behaviors are mostly unchanged. Yalen still wakes up earlier than required. He says his daily prayers. He tries his best to live virtuously and reflect on the holy scriptures. He has done his best to unite a monk's lifestyle with the life of a student of magic.

Seeing his pacifism as a liability in the face of ever increasing threats, Yalen went through harsh training in order to fight alongside his friends. His morning prayers are now accompanied by a strict fitness regimen of sword practice, weight lifting, and daily runs. As someone who has been protected from danger time and time again, he wishes to become a person who can protect others instead.

His future goals include goat ranching, inn keeping, and living under the same roof with his newlywed wife Jocasta.


❖ A travel bag filled with various medicines and tools
"This is a potion for curing stomach aches."

❖ An enchanted censer
Hegelan made.

❖ An enchanted breathing mask
Hegelan made.

❖ An enchanted pair of sandals
Hegelan made.

❖ An enchanted blowgun.
Hegelan made.

❖ 9 wyrm scales
Dropped by the royal sand wyrm. Might be useful.

❖ 10 wyrm teeth
Dropped by the royal sand wyrm. Might be useful.

❖ A partially reticulated Froabass named Laila
Female. Has an interesting pattern covering her four limbs. It looks like she's wearing socks.

❖ A pair of pet sea goats named Pollock and Anchovy
A gift from a pen pal in Thalakos. Named by Rita.

❖ Oil from the Plushtail plant
Kills manas and stops them from reproducing for a time. Used by refuges to poison the tethered.

❖ 1850 acres of land in Miatto
Encompasses his hometown and the surrounding area. A portion of it is being used for livestock breeding.

Yalen's room at Ersand'Enise is a lot nicer than it used to be. For sophomore year he planned to request accommodations in the noble dorms, which are much larger than the one he currently inhabits. He needed the space to help keep up with the animals he has taken ownership of, and to allow Rita to leave his sister's house in the city and move in with him. His wife Jocasta offered to have him permanently stay at her home instead. He still hasn't done much with the decor in his personal quarters, and usually just lets Rita do as she will with the place. To him it is a place to eat and study, and occasionally sleep when Jocasta gets annoyed with him and kicks him out of their shared bedroom.








❖ His hometown is called Veyrignac.
❖ The severity of Yalen's disease looks abnormal for his age, but he is actually an example of the Tethering's natural progression. Is it not official knowledge, but tethered children born inside of the refuge system are force fed a mana killing poison which shortens their apparent lifespan. As a freeborn tethered, he is expected to live until a fairly old age.

❖ [ Personal History: ]
Varrahasta, Ayla's birthplace, is a vibrant port city where the sounds of seagulls and merchants bartering create a constant chorus, accompanied by the singing of artisans practising their craft. The city's prosperity and growth are reflected in the arrival of ships from across the continents, bringing with them trade in spices, silks, and sapphires. The city is a thriving cultural melting pot, blending the best of Constantia and Severa, and is a reflection of the ascendant Torragòn Empire.

Ayla's father, Duarte Arslan, is a military High Noble of Torragonese descent who is responsible for protecting the vital trade routes along the Arapora river. He frequently travels to the garrison and is also in high demand at the court in Torra Corda. Meanwhile, Azahara Arslan, Ayla's mother, manages the household and domestic affairs while also acting on her husband's behalf to cultivate relationships with other noble families and the emerging merchant classes.

Ayla grew up with her siblings in their family household. She was born weak and had a fever at a young age, which led her to spend most of her time in Varrahasta, benefiting from the fresh sea air. As a result, she developed stronger connections with the evolving culture of Torragòn, distinct from the steppe nomadic heritage of the past.

The patronage of the arts is playing a significant role in shaping the cultural identity of Torragòn. As trade routes open up and the nation prospers, there is a growing appreciation for exotic goods and new artistic expressions. The integration of these foreign influences with traditional Torragonese styles has led to a unique and dynamic artistic scene, with a wide range of styles, mediums, and themes on display. From painting and sculpture to music and dance, the arts have become a vital means of cultural expression and exploration.

This newfound appreciation for the arts has also had a significant impact on the wider society. The availability of vibrant colours and exotic smells has led to a heightened sensory experience, with people embracing the richness and diversity of their surroundings. This has contributed to a greater sense of community and shared identity, as people come together to celebrate their cultural heritage and explore new avenues of artistic expression.

Ayla's passion for the arts was ignited when she observed street performers and musicians showcasing their techniques on the bustling streets of Varrahasta. With her mother's encouragement, Ayla's skills blossomed through formal lessons and tutoring. She developed a flamboyant style of musical expression and became proficient in playing multiple instruments, including the flute, which quickly became her favourite.

Ayla's artistic talents soon became a valuable asset to the Arslan household, where she entertained important guests, serving as a social lubricant to help her family expand their sphere of influence within the city and beyond. Recognizing the potential benefits of her artistic abilities, the Arslan family viewed Ayla's skills as valuable resources that could help secure prominent marriages for the family in the future.

While her siblings were taught a more direct application of magical theory for military purposes by their father, Ayla's magical abilities developed more organically. She incorporated magic as an extension of her creative expression in art, and this led to a style of magic focused on enriching the senses, particularly through sound. Ayla's ability to captivate an audience with her magic became known, and she used the air as a canvas for her performances. Her talents did not go unnoticed, and she was eventually enrolled in the prestigious Ersand'Enise Academy of Thaumaturgy. However, rumours suggest that Ayla is considered the most dispensable of the Arslan children when it comes to representing and advancing Torragonese interests. Despite this, Ayla continues to hone her magical abilities and uses them to entertain and delight those around her, leaving a lasting impression on all who witness her performances.

❖ [ Family Ties: ] Ayla is descended from Asier Arslan, The Lion Knight of Parrance, and Alizée Arslan, also known as The Conquistadora of Zaqhoria and Hetraxa in the Quentic church. Her father, Duque Duarte Arslan, is the reigning Guardian del Varrahasta.
❖ [ Relationships: ]
Maura Mercador - Childhood Best Friend, Business Partner, Group Member of the Spratz Sisters.
Zarina Al-Nader - Her first Ersand’Enise friend, one of the Deserted ‘Besties’.
Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft - One of the Deserted ‘Besties’, Romance Option.
Jocasta Re - One of the Deserted ‘Besties’
Dorothea Hohnstein - Friend, Group Member of the Spratz Sisters.
Yalen Castel - One of the Deserted ‘Besties’
Evander Fino Synesti - Romance Option.
Friends - Jamboi, Yuliya, Ysilla, Marceline, Oksana, Ingrid.
Acquaintance - Desmond, Manfred, Penny, Isabella, Ymiico, Sven, Silas, Casii, Ismet.
Unknown - Benny, Carmillia, Esmi, Fiske, Jomurr, Marlijn, Nazih, Niallus, Owain, Trypano, Zarra.
❖ [ Accomplishments & Achievements: ]: Ayla has achieved several accomplishments, including negotiating a successful treaty for the Tethered Refuge with Duque Huarcan Frannemas, surviving the Secrets of Zaqhoria, and being part of the winning team (Team Sycamore) in the Trials.



Ayla has a talent for creative and unconventional problem-solving. She approaches problems by adopting different perspectives and questioning assumptions. She considers alternatives to achieve desired results, rather than solely relying on common step-by-step methods.

Ayla prefers to avoid violence and instead focuses on using other means such as compromise, subtlety, preparation, and negotiation to confront problems. She excels at turning win-lose situations into win-win outcomes and has a talent for inspiring others to increase their effectiveness. Ayla employs a long-term strategic approach, leveraging her unique skills and resources to shift the odds in her favor. She also has a knack for eliciting and empowering third-party support to act on her behalf.



Ayla was confined in Varrahasta like a bird in a cage. Her main objective is to achieve independence and become less reliant on others. She sees magic as a means to reach this goal, and hopes that it will allow her to create a future that is in line with her own values, rather than simply serving her family's interests. Ayla desires to experience new things and opportunities outside Varrahasta, and expand her creative horizons. One of her ambitions is to compose a song that resonates with everyone in Sipentia, showcasing her unique style and creativity. Ayla is an idealist, driven by a desire to make a positive impact in the world and contribute towards making it a better place. Her aim is to create a lasting legacy, something that will be remembered long after she's gone.



Ayla's expressive mannerisms and unique fashion sense naturally draw attention, both positively and negatively, as she isn't bound by convention. She communicates her emotions and attitudes through various displays and gestures, and often uses non-traditional forms of communication, such as playing her instrument or excessive tactile contact. This approach may be seen as unfavourable by those rigid in their etiquette, but favourable to others who are open to non-conventional discourse.

Despite her expressive nature, Ayla is friendly to everyone she meets and sees the best in people. She is known for being sweet and tender, and rumours have circulated that cute wildlife is attracted to her natural sweetness, as the kittens of Varrahasta are often accompanying her.

Growing up as an entertainer, Ayla has observed various diplomatic tools of negotiation, bartering, and planning. She has learned how to use indirect methods and schemes to achieve desired goals, primarily seeking win-win solutions through building a negotiating rapport with her targets. However, those who wrong her may face a string of bad luck.

Ayla is fiercely loyal to those she favours, treating them generously and expressing her affections. Those she favours often find themselves blessed with good luck, stumbling into favourable situations and opportunities. Ayla is also seeking to break free from the constraints of her current situation in Varrahasta, exploring opportunities to create her own legacy and contribute positively to the world.



Ayla has always been physically weaker than others due to her small size and being prone to illness. Even as a child, she often found herself confined to her bed, unable to join her siblings and family on their adventures. This forced isolation allowed her to pursue her own interests and develop her talents in music and diplomacy.

Her physical limitations mean that Ayla avoids any physical confrontation as she is inherently at a disadvantage. She uses negotiation and other non-violent means to resolve conflicts, but she is willing to fight to protect others if necessary. However, she is strongly against killing and will always seek a peaceful solution if possible.

Growing up in a privileged environment, Ayla has lived a sheltered life and has never travelled far from Varrahasta. As a result, she is ignorant of the struggles faced by those who are not as privileged as she is. She is working to become more aware of her privilege and to use her skills and influence to help others who are less fortunate.

Ayla's non-violent activism is based on her belief in the value of all life, regardless of physical strength or social status. She sees violence as a last resort and works tirelessly to find peaceful solutions to conflicts. While some may see her avoidance of physical confrontation as cowardly, she believes that there is strength in restraint and that it takes more courage to find a peaceful solution than to resort to violence.

The Arslan family are renowned for their Arcane magic, with historical figures being associated with acts of great Arson and sow devastation on the battlefield. It is written in the family annals, that Asier Arslan (family progenitor) caused a great wildfire that burnt down the Eskandr fleet of the Great Heathen Army at Relouse. The most infamous is Alizée Arslan, well renowned for her literal ‘scorched earth’ policy during the expulsion of the Tourrare from Perrence, and the latter act of the great fire of Redwater (Varrahasta) which turned the city into ash. Alizée holds the highly controversial position as the Grand Demon of Cruelty: Hetraxa within the Perrence church.

Due to her petite and frailty in younger life, Ayla was not subject to the usual training of her siblings and has been left mostly to her own education. This has led to her innate magic potential manifesting as extensions of herself, a more free-flowing and fluid art form outside the regime of orthodox teaching and mentoring. Techniques learnt have focused on heightening creative performance rather than direct application.

Arslan family typically had a lower RAS measurement compared to other major noble families, especially with the decision to start selectively breeding the Fireblood trait into the family line. This decision is viewed as necessary to further enhance their relationship with Arcane magic, but created ideological differences with their former allies, House Frannemas.

Ayla Arslan colour=009fff
Ashon'amar'loiyang (Jamboi) colour=FF3131 colour=40E0D0
Maura Mercador colour=C0C0C0
Oksana Levlytsar colour=dcf3ff
Taleja Drakenknecht colour=006633

16 | Female | Yasoi | Respected | 8.21

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Her growth was stunted by the common harassment and tantrums of her kin, leading her to always be cautious and drive her to be closed off. Her family wasn’t cruel but it discouraged vulnerability, leaving Casii to either embrace it or struggle. Yet her family wasn’t all bad. Her great grandmother, Yas, had taught her the virtues of being kind fostering a rare form of gentleness. Nurturing the sick, the injured, or the depressed is a pull that Casii feels wanting to try and be benevolent to others if they are in worse or dire situations.

Outwardly, she behaves like she just doesn’t give a damn, even enacting her lack of keeping up performances. Without thinking, she’ll disregard established manners to be more comfortable. If engaged or challenged by someone that she feels threatened by, she’ll quickly turn to rage believing that the best way to settle disputes.

People just naturally make her uncomfortable in conclusion. She prefers to dance to her own tune and will do her best to avoid others.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Typical Yasoi build, Casii has a lithe frame, towering at six feet and four inches. Her hair is a bleached white usually styled over to one side of her head. Her skin is a little warmer and less gray that your typical Yasoi although to the Yasoi her most notable feature is her very human-like nose. Her Tetsoi so far are in a light blue color with the most prominent pattern displayed on her forehead. She has two body Tetsoi, a set of asymmetric patterned rings around her right and left wrists that will mirror each other.

Clothing-wise, she doesn't have much, often wearing the same clothing as the previous day. Ragged clothes with cuts and holes with basic coloring, she'd look rather ordinary had it not been for the extensive dyeing done to make some of her clothes more colorful. She'll pick up bits and pieces of clothing and might add it to her outfit if she likes it, only to discard them the next day due to a change of tastes.

L A N G U A G E S

T H E G I F T

B A C K G R O U N D

They say somewhere on the Alan clan’s tree is a Perrench human ancestor and that is how the Greengrowth bloodline was introduced to the line. It, Casii has decided, is more of a colorful story that changes every time her great grandmother brings it up. A line to try and remind the children that the Yasoi and Huusoi are entwined together in a unique kinship. The story goes like this with variations included:



The story goes on sometimes but usually before then Casii is tuning it out. Yasoi can be Greengrowths so why complicate their history with such fiction? In fact, the origin myth of their bloodline isn’t quite as important as the development to her. Those are the stories she truly likes to hear. The ones that paint the picture of just how strong and clever they could be:



That was a different time. Even her great grandmother had managed to experience some of that real Yasoi culture. Casii loved to hear the stories because it swept her away from the sorry excuse her family has become. The vibrant and diverse gardens they had were withered husks of former glory. Unremarkable compared to the grandeur of the past:



The culture of preserving the life they created faded as the Yasoi as a whole grew closed off. Less of her family ventured out to collect new plants to replace those that had died off. They were controlled not to spread to rightly not invade Yasoi lands as a whole. Unfortunately, that led to the gardens dying out and the beauty that her great grandmother told of, Casii would never see. It was like how her own clan was fading from this world. Dying off from stagnation. Maybe it was the frustration of losing their work that made them bitter. Made them turn to other things to escape the sad reality of what was happening.



Casii early on had struggled with the sickness. Many of her peers had. With so few of her people leaving to explore other lands, they felt like they were always bumping elbows, being nosy, and just being a nuisance. It flared up a lot of already existing tensions about their lot in life. Growing up, it always felt like you were getting snapped at for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It lead to a lot of children trying to pushback because it felt like they were always under adult surveillance. The event that got Casii her third name had always been an amusing one:


She got off easy with her third name. Everyone remembers the event humorously but it felt like her whole childhood was filled with little aggressions against their lot in life. Her peers were the same, lashing out. Casii was quick to pick up on sucking on Jamb’ysp as it made the rounds among the children. Their parents did it, so why not them? It was their elders that actively tried to fight the slowly seeping corruption. Her great grandmother did a good job. Her final advice the last time she saw her before she passed was enough to convince her. She had to leave and learn what it was to be a true Yasoi.

M O T I V A T I O N

I N V E N T O R Y

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

❖ Don’t call her tiilyt or talk about her nose.
❖ Fear the Deer

You cannot control what you do not know.

Kaspar’s life has been marked by his tutelage. He is calm by necessity, having spent most of his youth practicing the ability to suppress his emotions, and he works very hard not to let them bubble up too much unless he’s completely alone. As such, he can often seem uninvested or uncaring. He feels his confidence in his own abilities is essential to his training and tackles everything with the belief that he is fully capable—but this can come across as cocky when he’s too vocal about it.

His curiosity and his dedication go hand-in-hand. Kaspar’s interest in gaining knowledge has driven him to many of his studies, and is the primary factor in his studies of Binding Magic, as he looks to hone his natural aptitudes. This curiosity can be concerning, however, when it drives him to study skills that others would avoid.

When it comes to social interaction, though, Kaspar is at somewhat of a loss. He’s spent much of his time away from public life, only interacting with his tutors and his adoptive parents. While he understands the general expectations of his manners as a Marquis’s son, he lacks any nuance in social interaction; combined with his typical lack of emotional behavior, he comes off as distant, anti-social, and even snobbish to some. Those who have spent time with him may instead see the boy as something akin to awkward and inexperienced—perhaps even endearingly so.


Kaspar’s appearance is, in many ways, misleading about his nature. He is a Bloodchild, but the mana type has been passed two generations from its origin; as a result, the only overt physical features that might distinguish it are his eyes, which hold an unusual red. His skin, though somewhat pale, is not light enough to be considered “albino”, and his hair is a standard dark brown that falls messily around his ears and eyes.

His features are not as strong as his Marquis father’s but are still enough to suggest his supposed noble heritage, despite his more common origin. His cheekbones are the strongest, set high and pronounced. His nose and jaw are softer, and his chin is more round than square. His expression is often schooled into something neutral and can seem harsh in particular circumstances. His height is relatively average, around 5’8” or 172 cm, with the likelihood of growing another inch or two, and his build is lean but not particularly well-muscled.

Kaspar tends towards fine clothes, often in red tones that draw attention to his eyes and dark colors to balance them out. He likes long coats and knee-high boots of leathers and furs. He likes jewelry but prefers to wear plain metal pieces, usually of gold.


Kaspar speaks Kerreman as his native tongue, but picked up Eskandish quickly enough to speak fluently. As a noble, he speaks Avincian semi-fluently and is decent at Perrench. He’s more recently begun learning Revidian and knows enough to scrape by, but is better at writing and reading than he is at speaking.


Kaspar’s first stirrings of The Gift began with an aptitude for drawing—from material sources, as is the way of Binding Magic. When it first developed, his control was lacking and often dangerous, necessitating interventions on his behalf. He’s a blackblood, and though it can be guessed at, it’s never been confirmed: Kaspar is a Bloodchild, the secondary mana type passed along from his maternal grandmother, who was revived at birth by her mother’s midwife.

At the age of sixteen, he absorbed a white aberration and gained the mana type Lightbringer. He knows little about this mana type; only Jocasta Re knows for sure he has it, though it was used to help Ingrid Penderson shortly after he obtained it.

His life as a noble afforded Kaspar with a selection of tutors to tame his natural abilities, and growing up one was never too far away. They worked through hours-long lessons nearly every day, trying to train him to draw from energies, but his skill there has never been as strong as his ability to draw from materials. Understanding that the options present were to limit his capabilities and use of The Gift or mold him into an individual worthy of learning Binding Magic, his tutors, with the approval of his family, selected the latter.

As such, much of Kaspar’s tutelage has centered on building precise control in his drawing. Casting fell secondary, and though he was taught low-level skills, his aptitude is not as natural. He’s also been taught and tested to develop the moral fortitude required, with heavy teachings on human anatomy and the applications of healing. He’s always been carefully watched, and often kept distant from all but his tutors. Though most of his teachings related to Binding Magic, the Elstrøm family historically specializes in Chemical. As such, he received some lessons in that when time permitted, often taught by his parents.

Kaspar, however, remembers his aptitudes—and the fostering of his intellect has made him a dedicated student, with a strong belief that you cannot tame something without first understanding its wild nature. Though his moral fortitude prevents him from any desire to test these abilities on living creatures, he’s determined to understand the nature of Blood Magic as an extension of Binding Magic. He’s not a fool, though, and knows the moral and legal boundary he treads; he’s kept this realm of study to himself, allowing his tutors to believe they know the extent of it by seeking their approval on some of the fairly tame, theoretical studies that can be found on books.

With strengths in drawing control and theoretical knowledge but a lack of skill in casting, Kaspar’s primary specialization is in Binding Magic, and he was pushed to choose Chemical Magic as his secondary specialty—however, he’s pursuing his interest in Blood Magic as a self-directed… extra-curricular activity.



Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft was born the only child of Helbahnese Marquis Arvid Elstrøm von Wentoft and his wife, Katka. Almost from birth, his constitution was weak and he was frequently victim to illness. He was not much of a public figure, often too sick to leave the confines of his family estate.

At age eight, Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft died.

Very few people know this truth, and are sworn never to speak it: The Elstrøms and their privileged staff, a noblewoman close to Katka, and two artisans from Kerremand.

Alaric Weber of Kerremand was born in the same year as the sickly Helbahnese noble, to his own father Ehren and his mother Lark, a tapestry weaver and a dye-maker. He, like his mother, had The Gift, and the makings for a heritage Lark would not speak of.

His Gift went unnoticed for, perhaps, the first few months after it manifested—his draw was not particularly powerful, being only a boy of eight, and so it was only small things he pulled from; bottle lids or small portions of ingredients and threads going missing, believed to be misplaced. The first time he pulled from a human, he left a small, scrape-like abrasion on his mother’s elbow, not enough for them to yet suspect his talents.

These incidents grew, though, in both size and frequency. His mother was the first to recognize the link between these occurrences, his red eyes, and her own childhood; fearing suspicion and punishment, she refused to explain these connections or seek help.

Seven months after it manifested, Alaric’s drawing became too dangerous. While playing with his father, in a fit of youthful joy, he destroyed part of Ehren’s wrist. While the amount would have been painful but fairly inconsequential elsewhere, he damaged the valuable artery. It was only through the quick intervention of his mother, minorly skilled in Kinetic Magic, that his father survived, though it would take much longer for any of them to fully recover from the ordeal.

Frightened by him and realizing that her family would be endangered if her child stayed, Alaric’s mother sought a solution. Her connections linked her with a noblewoman familiar with Katka Elstrøm von Wentoft, who arranged a meeting between the two mothers after seeing Alaric. It had been mere days since Kaspar’s death, and no public announcement had been made while the family grieved privately. Bereft, Katka and Arvid agreed to take in Alaric, who bore strong resemblance to their late son, and raise him as Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft. Alaric Weber, to the knowledge of the rest of the world, was taken in the animal attack that nearly killed his father.

Little changed about Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft; he remained an infrequent public figure to the lower classes of Helbahn. Over the years, whispers came from the few nobles who saw him that the boy seemed to grow stronger in constitution, though his once-brown eyes had taken an unsettling crimson tint. There were those who theorized he had died, or come near enough, and been saved by Binding Magic that left its permanent mark on him.

No one suspected he was simply not the same boy.

Kaspar’s memories of his birth family are faint—he was forbidden to speak of them after he was taken in, for the safety of the secret that could not be revealed. His childhood became distant, and his life overcome with lessons; those that would prevent such a tragedy from ever happening again, and those that would shape him into a proper noble. The Elstrøms treated him like their trueborn son, sometimes as though they themselves had forgotten, but his Gift necessitated a more physically distant relationship.

He wonders, sometimes, if his childhood was real—if there was ever a boy named Alaric, or if he’d simply imagined it as a youthful fantasy. He threw himself willingly enough into his studies, trying to wipe the questions and memories from his mind, and can let himself believe he’s always been Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft, so long as he doesn’t think too much on it. While his birth parents’ abandonment stings, he’s grateful to be so welcomed among his noble family and enjoys the comfort their wealth provides him with.

Yet he sometimes still dreams of Ehren and Lark Weber, always accompanied by blood.







Kaspar, above all else, seeks knowledge and skill. His heavy training throughout childhood ingrained a desire to understand and develop his abilities to their full potential, perhaps a step further than his tutors intended. He seeks to do good, though less than he seeks to do no harm, but in many ways sees it as a tool to develop his Gift.

He’s excited to be out from under his tutors for the first time since he was eight, with an opportunity to practice much of the knowledge he only has in theory. He also hopes to find more space and information to support his study of Blood Magic, without the concern of his watchdogs always hovering.

Yet, he worries that all his pursuits will be meaningless. With so much focus on drawing magic and little skill in casting it, Kaspar fears that he’ll never develop the capabilities to truly use it, instead being damned to only ever knowing his Gift through theoretical knowledge.

I can do more with my mouth that just say fancy words for you

Everyone is fallible, everyone should know this. When you enjoy people, their quirks, their presence, it is doubtless that there will be missteps, ill-spoken words. More friends are made if you can get over your ego and move on. Grudges are only weights upon your soul. That doesn’t mean the downward spiral doesn’t lie in wait for Vieri elsewhere, it’s just so hard to tell where the ice is thin.


Imagine a statue, that is neither man nor woman, carved from not ebony nor marble. It is a beautiful statue. Perhaps this statue bears a resemblance.

And what is wrong with wearing nice things when there are those who wear rags and itch from fleas? Does it make silks any less soft? Do furs lose their warmth? Do rings weigh heavier upon pierced lobes? What if I told you they could buy bread and cheese and olives for weeks? I would say, you cannot wear these things.

And this tribal tattoo, do you think it means you belong?


Avincian
Revidian
Joruban
All fluent


It is not a fitting gift. Like a ruby when you wanted a diamond, and yet it is all there is. They could never bring himself to truly study magnetism, but her natural aptitude was enough. For the school of chemicals, the converse was true. Which is the truest path? Perhaps it was a mistake that Giacinto funded Vieri’s trip to Ersand’Enise? Forever in a world of wants and needs.


What ruts has time’s wheel worn into a brain? Many, too many, and covered yet more still. Stories and tales and myths and legends, of a country, a second home.

There was a time with three parents, and never a time without. Two fathers, Revidians, the question of biology never mattered. A poet, one, the other a courtesan and Avincian bordello owner. One mother, from Yabusa a model, a painter, a muse. A child: half of both, wholly neither. Marco, Giacinto, Tafari: parents. The heart swells thinking of them.

Drug-smoke haze and sweat and sex, the smells of childhood in the rafters and dodging between legs of chairs and clientelle. Stolen fruit, stolen purses. An education.

Another memory, one upon a bed, straining. Tafari, mother, not letting the hours drag down her smile. Vieri could not manage a simple chemical change that night.

Mother again, painting, the hues and tone shifting under brush. Effortless, vibrant, alive. Vieri’s painting, dull.

Magnetism. An ugly school, brutish, loud. There is no art to it. But the school of The Lover, the god which life made sense by…

A thought: an aspiring poet, courtesan, model, painter, muse. Vieri takes after her parents strongly. They let them, encouraged happiness over all else. What direction does happiness lie?

Bright flame, burning back the night, a candle, one of many in a clump, a tumour. It listens to the prayer spoken in the night, and there is silence.

A semantic quirk: aspiring means failed.

Last memory of home, packed bag dragging shoulder down, weight on heart dragging all down. Did they want to go? Did they want them to go? Were they brave, that the tears did not come when hugging and goodbying, only after, in the carriage, alone?


Vieri does not like their gift but understands what it represents. It adds to their conflict between faith and new rationality. It represents a path that diverges from Vieri’s artistic wanderings and aimless life, it gives a clear definitive purpose: to be powerful, to protect. Morally agreeable, practically just not Vieri.

It's a good thing to get away, no? Another perspective, another picture entirely.

Beauty can be found, if you look hard enough, in anything. Maybe all it takes is introspection, the guiding hand of Zenos renowned. Maybe it is just as ugly as it first seems.

To create beauty, art is life. But it still does not feel like The Purpose. Will anything?

Just enjoy the people, the vice, whilst youth still allows it.


A mirror, make-up, perfume that smells of cinnamon and camphor
Coins
Oil paints, canvases, frame, brushes, and things required to paint
The Menana
Stilleto

Enveloped by the Moon, the Sun will one day smile on me.

18 | Female | Nikanese | Artisan | 5.73

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Ymiico was actually none of these things until recently. Life happened so fast that she was left to the wayside and witness her own domicile invaded and perverted. Because of the advent of these events, her personality slowly underwent changes that were incongruent to her original identity. She was once jovial, gentle, and a caring and soothing presence like the hearth on a cold or otherwise damp day. Like an eclipse the shadows slowly began to crawl up and swallow her, eclipsing who she once was. Ymiico is perfectly aware she was never like this, but it’s kept her alive and she wasn’t going to stop now when she still has work to do. She’s nervous like a house cat now suddenly made homeless. She trusts no one and is very quick to tuck tail and run. The slightest sense of danger from her gut leads her to completely disengage from her current environment. Never sleeping in the same place twice. Who knows, maybe when all is said and done the sun can illuminate the light within her once more.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Ymiico embraces her natural Yasoi figure. She appreciates the long slender legs she was give. To hear she never felt ‘lanky’, instead she felt like the towering trees that encompassed all of nature. She was allowed to come into her frame and flourish like a spring flower. And that she did. While she still had the longer limbs and torso, she filled in well at her age. A kind of painting sophistication that commanded an audience or at least a second look. Her height is a modest 195 cms accompanied by a 68kg frame. An alluring curtain of chestnut brown hair overflows down her back with two strands pulled to the front curled betwixt ribbons of green and clips of gold. Her skin is reminiscent of the gold jewelry lining the outer rim of her ears and the ribbons in her hair. Unblemished, even as far as to not have any Tetsoi, as Nikanese Yasoi viewed that tradition with scrutiny. The most notable feature would be the trademarked monolid center to the Nikanese Yasoi. As far as clothing options she chooses light airy fabrics that feel loose and soft on her skin. She sometimes wears a one shoulder epaulet she received from her family with a flowing green cape attached. Finishing her wardrobe off are a pair of almost silk archer gloves etched with golden inlaid patterns.

L A N G U A G E S

Tarlonese Yasoi (Native)
Nikanese (Native)
Avincian (Broken)

T H E G I F T

| 5.73 RAS | Mooncaster |

Arcane (4): Probably the most salient gift in her wheelhouse that has become central to her ability to survive. Ymiico was trained and then further learned to increase her arcane affinity to hone her ability to manipulate light. Specifically, the light around her. Most of her spells work in keeping her invisible, aiding in her stealth, and manipulating the senses of those around her. What better way to erase herself than to hide in plain sight and warp the senses of others to completely ignore her despite proximity.

Chemical (2): Ymiico likes to utilize and encapsulate a lot of her understanding of the world in a chemical aspect. She’s always been interested in alchemical reactions and the science behind it. Being an ally of the darkness, whether freely or forcefully, she was taught how to make several tools that depended on reactions occurring at the appropriate time. Smoke bombs, paper fires, etc. Now with Chemical magic she can amplify those destructive yet utility abilities and defend herself by altering the perception of others to ensure she’s never seen or detected.

Kinetic (2): The last school of magic she subscribes to. This school more or less acts a binder for the first to that mostly amplifies what she can already do. Slowing enemies, disrupting their senses with cacophonous sound. Negating all of those things for herself and much more. The most useful ability for her has probably been to manipulate liquids below her so she can travel across aquatic surfaces.

Binding (1):

B A C K G R O U N D

Ymiico had always lived a quiet and fulfilled life, she never wanted for more and her dreams were perfectly contained within the confines of her home village. While she wasn’t poor or rather her family, they never went without or needed for naught. It wasn’t that Ymiico was cut off from the outside world. She need that many continents and countries existed, all with their own cultures and even Yasoi, but again she was perfectly contempt with her own life that she had with her family.

Originally things weren’t so easy for her. She grew up at the tail end of the warring period, Himitsu Sensoo, which meant her family basically came from nothing. They had seen senseless violence and crimes committed. Even transgressions against them when they were simple farmers and sent their goods as part of the war effort. Ymiico never met most of her relatives, mostly because they were slaughtered as by products of the war and captivity. She was lucky to say the least, had she been born during it who knows where or if she’d be around. It was something difficult to attach herself to seeing as she was a mere child when it occurred and had no recollection of it outside the stories recanted by her parents and those who managed to survive in their tiny village.

Either way, they did just as any of their people did, rebuild. It took a majority of her life to see the fruits of their labour. Vegetation and crops revived in what once were fields of ash and soot. The liveliness returned to the faces and expressions of the residents like a warm blanket after a cold winter. Through it all, it was a satisfying picture even for her. While the money her father made farming, her family was blessed with the construction of a consortium. Now normally these were only seen in the main cities, but there was enough business passing through their village, seeing as it was between the main city and the port, that they could set one up. Her mother was the main figurehead and boss that other girls turned to. She was a Geisha of course, responsible for the entertainment and attendant to men.

Ymiico never knew how she learned her skills, but she never asked, it was beyond her anyways. Once old enough, she worked with her mother in the establishment. She simply assisted instead of working, however that didn’t stop the guests from fawning over her. This was no coincidence as even the girls were enamored with her. Her demeanor was calm yet radiated a warm constitution that was infectious. She was always happy, and it was clearly worn on her face. A mom in all senses of the word save the children. Attentive to everyone’s needs without being overbearing. Between her personality and her beauty that was beginning to fill in, she was perfect. Her mother knew her daughter would end up attracting some unwanted attention.

That day had finally come when the Shogunate of their country had descended onto the fields of the Nikanese Yasoi. The practice of the Shogunate and the Emperor taking their secondary or tertiary wife from the Yasoi population was commonly known. Never had they set foot outside of the city however, there was enough Yasoi around that they didn’t need to. This precedent was only supported by the establishment her mother had owned. She took the necessary precautions to hide her daughter as best she could with such little warning. Ymiico watched on from behind a sliding door where storage mostly sat. He was young, but almost twice the age of her. Masculine in all senses of the word and quite handsome. Perhaps they weren’t as bad as the stories had made them out to be. Hours went and he had passed through all the women available, none to his delight.

He asked once if there was any more selection, but with hesitation in her mother’s voice in all of two seconds and the inconvenient stumbling of her attempt to shift position in the closet, alerted the Shogun. To his delight she was just as he desired, he would take no one else as his concubine from this point forward. Try as she might, even pleading to take her daughters place, the Shogun would not have it. The stories were true, she just didn’t think she’d have to experience it herself.

The whole affair had weighed heavily on her, each day taking longer than the last. She was taken into the disparagingly large city to be reformed into a proper woman. Not that she was far from it, but she needed just a bit of refinement. It was training like none other she endured before, to be quite honest it was exhausting. Many a times she thought of escaping her prison, like a bird in a cage, yet she knew they would never let her walk away. They were always watching. She did get to spend some moments with the Shogun, but she was rigid and took no attempts of rapport from the young dictator. This often upset him, but he never showed her punishment.

One night after being sent away from the Shogun she returned to her room with a blank parchment on her desk. She knew not of the meaning behind the gesture until she raised the parchment to an open flame, yielding a secret message. Her primary security detail had been working undercover for years now, gaining the favor of the shogun. A small revolutionary party had been in the wings for years biding time to gain enough trust and resources to initiate a coup. He couldn’t help but see her discontent and wanted to help her return home. From then on, they met in private on typical duties, which led to training her in weaponry and the basics of magical manipulation.

Despite this she continued to meet with the Shogun and slowly the walls and inhibitions began to gave way under his hospitality. Once her mind wasn’t clouded by bitterness and she heard more than two words from his mouth she learned he was quite gentle. She was scared she was being manipulated into thinking this or conditioned to say the least. Howbeit the man was refined in the art of communication and empathy. He would explain how he knew things looked, but it was a tradition that needed to be upheld regardless if he were to be hated for it. He made her stay as comfortable as he could even if she did not truly love him. For he didn’t truly love her the same as he was still in love with his first wife. This put pressure on her dedication to the coup she had been training for.

And so, on the eve of the coup, Ymiico could not bear the gravity of the situation, being on both sides. Instead of deciding on who to back, she backed herself and fled the estate successfully. She couldn’t return to her village, so she needed somewhere else to go. Tarlon. They had a university there and she was the age to enroll. Perfect! Minus the small caveat she was broke and only had the wealth of the shogun to satisfy any material need. Before she set off, she had stolen sacred jewels from the estate she would use to pawn off to fund her tuition.

On her arrival to Tarlon she couldn’t help but feel a wrench in her stomach and the overwhelming paranoia that someone was following her. The things the shogun and the emperor were to do to her would border on murder. She couldn’t risk it. Her wish was granted or so she thought. On the arrival to campus, she was greeted with a large population of Nikanese Yasoi. To her horror she wouldn’t be the only one. What if they knew who she was? She was a dead giveaway. The question began to rush her brain, with her sense overloaded the faces began to blur and take shape of those that occupied her hometown and the walls of the city. They would surely force her to go back. After recovering from her hyperventilation, she decided she could no longer enroll in Tarlon, she needed to go elsewhere, further away, Ersand'Enise.

She knew not how she would pay for her tuition, but she had enough to get her there and attend a semester worth of classes. Surely, she would figure it out and make sure she was never discovered.

M O T I V A T I O N

Fear is her motivation realistically. Nothing gets her out of bed faster than the ideation in her dreams that someone is just a hop, skip, or jump from finding her and returning her to her motherland. This manifests in her desire to attend the trials and place in the top 10 teams of the 400 entering. If she does not place in the top 10, she can no longer attend the school and from then her world crumbles. A free year of tuition is a net she needs until she can find someone to sponsor her through the rest of her enrollment. What she plans to do after is beyond her, maybe at that point she could smuggle her parents into the country or by then have enough power to bargain her freedom from the Shogun. Her one positive for being there is her eagerness to amplify her magic affinity…so it can keep her hidden. For now she’s mostly focused on what is in front of her, the lofty goals and expectations are hampered by the trial ahead of her.

I N V E N T O R Y

All of these weapons can be found in her dormitory as she's not allowed to carry weapons. They are however tucked away or take a less threatening appearance when she showcases them as regular inconspicuous farm tools. The gourd, rope, and clothes she keeps on her however along with the Kagura suzu.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

Color: Mint
She enjoys the natural hot springs native to her country.
She does like to wear the occasional Akasa or straw hat, mostly because it helps to hide her ears.

Drink deep, eat well, and dress to impress. This is the way.

Some nobles are recognizable due to the way they walk and act. Some are recognizable for the way they dress. Yuliya is both, she immediately stands out as someone who has never worked a field or a market. Lithe and of average height, her skin is immaculate and extremely pale, and her golden blonde hair is in excellent condition, being found in shifting hairstyles depending on her feelings during the day. One thing is for certain though, flowers are a staple. Black tulips, camellia and lobelias are among her favourites as they are a bit more favourable to her home climate, though many new additions have been made since arriving at Ersand'Enise. Her fashion is gaudy and definitely outrageously expensive, ranging from silks from the north to luxuriously soft furs from the Vossoriyan hinterlands. She isn't one to dress for comfort over style though, in fact, she's rather the opposite. She seldom is seen without cosmetics and jewellery, and lives by a mantra from her late mother. "Beauty hurts!"




❖ Vossoriyan - Native.
❖ Old Eskandish - Fluent.
❖ Avincian - Semi-fluent. Written is still a difficulty due to script, and she has a tendency to use old expressions, terms and grammar structures that aren't used anymore, but she is studying hard and it's quickly becoming her second best language.
❖ Habenaki Languages - Fluent spoken, advanced written.
❖ Sycari - Advanced spoken, intermediate written
❖ Hegelan - Advanced spoken, beginner written.
❖ Sawandi - Intermediate
Vossoriya is vast and holds a large amount of people and neighbours. There is no binding tongue in Callanast like there is in Severa and Constantia, and so nobles and especially royals are expected to learn a vast amount of languages to communicate with the wide variety of subjects in and outside of the realm.


8.57 RAS | Sanguinaire | Leadvein | Sensemaster | Oceanborn | Thunderchild | Icevein | Manatracer | Greengrowth

While the royal has had some formal and private training, she's not received anything close to the education offered at either the Golden Star or Ersand'Enise. What she makes up for in that however, is a rather high RAS score and live combat experience. She's only recently began to dive into school mastery, particularly favouring the arcane and kinetic schools, but also taking a noted interest in Atomic since arriving at the academy and finding out she is eligible.

Magnetic - Apprentice - Has had interest but didn't really catch her attention like the other schools

Arcane - Adept - Used in live combat before, and is proficient with drawing and expelling heat. Has a noted interest in learning more so that she can better stay cool

Binding - Neophyte - Never took interest prior to her brothers ailment due to its restrictions regarding offensive capabilities but is interesting in learning if it has any chance of helping the tethered.

Chemical - Neophyte - There is understanding present, just a lack of practical experience and theory with the school. She may pursue it further given its inherent compatibility with arcane.

Kinetic(Physical Enhancement) - Journeyman - Her most used school in actual combat and the one that she has the most fun and compatibility with.

Atomic - Apprentice - Recent knowledge to the girl and something she's taken a special interest in.

Blood - Neophyte - There is no real difference between blood and binding to Yuliya, at least prior to arrival at Ersand'Enise. Seeing how others fail to make use of it, and it's largely banned status on the twin continents does draw interest..

Temporal - Apprentice - She has witnessed this magic numerous times since arriving here, through powerful users such as Jocasta, Augusto and many of the Zenos in the trials. The idea of being able to return home at a whim excites her and she wishes to learn much more.

Dark - Novice - Thanks to both experience with abberations and a strange book she found in Vossoriya, Yuliya has accessed both of the soft 'forbidden' schools. Whilst her skill with this currently is at most, rudimentary, she can use it to great effect.

Command - Neophyte - Retconned



Born in the Vossoriyan winter, Yuliya was the second child of Tsar Ilyan II, the ruling monarch for 15 years at that point in time. She was a later birth than her much sterner older brother, and seemed to inherit the carefree side of the ruler that he never quite got to express. It's very safe to say that she had a much easier upbringing than her sibling as well. While Andrei went through rigorous training, Yuliya had all the time in the world to pursue the hobbies she wanted. She was made to sit down and learn languages and court etiquette, but the level of free time between them differed starkly. Perhaps deep down, she wished their roles were reversed. For she cared for her elder brother deeply, and wanted to take the weight of responsibility off his shoulders. Some of her fondest memories are sitting beside him, watching him pour over mountains of documents, preparing for the day he would one day wear the oh-so heavy crown. He confessed to her that he didn't quite want to rule, but since he was going to, he would make the best effort he could.

When he went to study in the great academy in Sawand, it filled her with a deep loneliness and wanderlust. She was doted on by her parents, but she too longed for adventure. A different route perhaps, to lighten the load. Heading the same path would not lead to much, but she begun to take a great interest in the history of their land. Of their founding, and of the re-connection that had happened less than a 100 years ago. It was sparse, but occasionally she'd heard of a wealthy merchant or a higher noble sending their child to a similar great academy at court, one that might be larger than Golden Star - Ersand'Enise. She figured this was the route she would take, and she began to pester her parents to no avail. Her father would not have her go so far away, not at such a young age, when she knew so little of the real world.

Tsar Ilyan would come to regret these words, as she began to roam. First the very large estate, then the streets of the capital. Something needed to fill the hole she felt, so she began to explore and get up to hijinks. This was also around the time she'd begun to manifest her gift, which meant that any altercations or trouble she had were swiftly dealt with. Conversely, it also made her a hit at Lednikrayva, even if she was probably a little too young to be there at the time. It did not stop her from developing a taste for wine though. It also shaped her sense of humour into what it is today though.

Not everything in her life was all fun and games. Vossoriya had been experiencing internal turmoil for quite a few years at this point, and the cracks were beginning to show. Many 'princes' wished for a return to the old ways, before Mikhail the Scourge, and a return to the elective monarchy of the past, where their high titles would matter. So they begun to plot and collude. With the very powerful heir to the throne away in a foreign land, they saw their chance and took it. Vast swathes of gunpowder were placed under the royal palace and amplified by a rather proficient chemical user. And fire spread through the surrounding area. They had killed one of their targets, but Ilyan had a diplomatic meeting on the day, and Yuliya was on the streets as usual. Many servants were dead, and the resting pregnant queen had passed in a single blow.

Ilyan was furious. Yuliya was livid. A casus belli had been given to them, and they enacted on it fully. While there was much fighting, it quickly became an execution as many who would have rallied to their side feared the wrath of the Tsar and stood down during the great purge that occurred. Yuliya had lost a lot of her free spirited nature, and bloodied herself well in the conflict, replacing sorrow for rage towards the offenders. They had taken so much from her, it was only right that she repay them in full. It's what their founder would have wanted. An eye for an eye.

Her father was never the same after. He had become a shell of his former self, and stayed in his quarters for days at a time, only leaving to meet with important delegations. As time passed, he became weaker, paler, gaunter. Yuliya grew into a healthy young woman, though she never carried the same joy and spirit that she did before. She still smiled, and laughed, and joked, but she had lost a part of herself when her mother and unborn sibling died. She felt a similar loneliness to the time her brother left, except this time she knew she wasn't going to come back eventually like her brother was. She distracted herself, taking on many of the matters of state that her father had abandoned in his sorrows. She was no expert, but his advisors needed royal decree and she was happy to ease the load of her grieving father. Before long, she'd become used to the lifestyle.

Her reality broke somewhat when her brother came home. But he was not what he once was. Eyes of black flesh and in a chair that moved him, he was no longer what he once was. He didn't stand taller than her, or have the stern but kindly gaze that he once had. It felt.. hollow. Yet, he wasted no time. He rushed from job to job like he didn't want to lose a second. And before long, she found out why. By all accounts, he didn't have long to live. Every magician at Golden Star had said so, confused as to how the tethering had gotten to him so late in his life, or how he'd lost his sight to powergazing long after his birth. It only made her old urges, to travel to Constantia come back. Perhaps there'd be a cure there. For where else did she have to turn.

Her father didn't have the willpower to say no, and her brother was ready to assume the mantle with as many years as he had left. So he gave her the go-ahead under the condition she travelled anonymously. She hugged him one last farewell, and set off on a grand voyage to Ersand'Enise, hoping to save her last friend.


Yuliya always wanted to travel to Constantia and Ersand'Enise to both experience things for herself, and make her country a better place. Her most recent motivation is a cure to the tethering, a mana type that has cut her brothers lifespan significantly. She figures if there's not a way to do it in Ersand'Enise or Golden Star, then there is no hope, but she will at least try. She's truly afraid of losing her brother currently, as he is all she has left in terms of close family. Beyond this, she truly wants to make friends. She has met with other nobles and made acquaintances but she's never really made a deep, meaningful friendship, someone that she can count on and that can count on her.


❖ A large chest of clothes. All are very fine and outrageously expensive. It also includes her hat and footwear collection

❖A jewellery box, featuring much of her late mothers collection and her grandmothers.

❖A very finely crafted flintlock pistol. A gift from her brother to keep her safe. - Currently stolen by Silas

❖Rastvesti(Blossom) - A hegelan greataxe. Engraved with runecraft tailored to her taste, and also imbued with shiny gemstones and a ribbon. Definitely a weird looking weapon but highly effective. (Melted by that bastard Brother Ashe in High Stakes)

❖A large range of cosmetics.

❖A finely crafted journal that she keeps her language practice in as well as notes she takes.

❖The recordbook of Ahn-Shune. It isn't known exactly what this holy artifact of the gods is good for, but it's a holy artifact of the Gods. (1) (Obtained during Roses & Neskals)

❖The egg of a Rosy Thresher: the smallest thresher species, only about two feet in length when fully grown and known for its camouflaging abilities, long-range sensing, and very tasty meat. (Roses & Neskals)

❖A soapstone statuette of St. Yuri, the legendary patron of Sovetskaya in Vossoriya.

❖The Black Violin: Allows the user to summon the grand demon of Indolence by playing a specific song. Extremely sturdy. Can be used to bring someone back to life one time.

❖Father's Hammer of the Crackling Sky: a solid steel hammer that generates powerful electric currents by passively drawing from its surroundings, making magnetic casting quick and easy, allowing one to roll a d3. If a 3 is rolled, may take an extra action. Takes considerable strength to wield (level 3 in magnetic and kinetic and 8.5 RAS) and works best with Thunderchildren, allowing them to bypass restrictions. May act as a focus. If thrown, will track the enemy and return to its master like a boomerang. Two attacking dice may be rolled: the first for damage done and a second, with +1 skill tier modifier, for the attack landing. Any attack that lands will automatically deal at least a glancing wound and render the other character [DAZED], forcing them to roll a d4 on their next action. If 1, they will forfeit that action. Also provides 16 manas.

❖-Thunder God's Luminous Regalia: imbued trivalium plate that provides 32 manas, raises RAS modifier by 1 tier for magnetic spells, and provides +2 on all defensive rolls. (obtained in Cold Comfort: Merchants of Danger)

❖Chains of Demon Binding: If wrapped around any part of a demon, will restrict its movement.(obtained during Cold Comfort: Merchants of Danger)

❖The Succubus' Lash: Midrange, adds +3 damage to basic physical attacks. Also applies a substance of your choice into directly lashed skin.(Obtained during Cold Comfort: Merchants of Danger)

❖Lusting Potion: a powerful aphrodisiac that causes unnaturally strong sexual attraction to other individuals and general positive feelings.(Obtained during Cold Comfort: Merchants of Danger)

❖Spellblade of Az-Estran: Imbued zanzerast spellblade that increases manas by 32 and boosts magnetic magic rolls by one skill modifier tier.(Obtained during Cold Comfort: Merchants of Danger)

❖[KATANA OF THE ELEEK WARRIOR]:This leek-themed katana may or may not be real, for none may see it but its bearer. It grants its user the following boons:

Explosive dice on any roll if a 12 threshold is passed on a (d20) roll.

[PERSEVERANCE] of five points to be distributed as its wielder sees fit.

If brought down to 1/3 health or below, [DESPERATION], which allows the wielder to, twice per scenario, reverse a single die to its mirror opposite (aka, a 3 becomes an 8 on a d10).

(X) manas, with X being equal to what the user rolls on a (d48) before any scenario

The user may, if they so choose, appear as a [LEEK DUCK] once per scenario for (d5) actions.







210 Magus








Color = Pink
Definitely more of a sweet tooth.
Favourite candy is liquorice.
Attained Oceanborn from Owain the day that Roses + Neskals ended.
Attained Thunderchild from Good Guy Team in Greed disguised as Ymiico
Gained 0.04 RAS from a sonic aberration with Ayla in Aberration Apocalapyse (8.26 to 8.3)
Gained 0.02 RAS from a hungering aberration with Zarina, Kaspar and Ayla in Aberration Apocalypse (8.3 to 8.32)
Lost 0.07 RAS from a Black Aberration due to demonic form (8.32 to 8.25)
Gained 0.09 from a Pulsating Aberration at the end of Aberration Apocalypse
Gained Fiendhunter from the Monkey King Demon during the Demons and Heathens cycle. Her Fiendhunter is weakened and only allows her to be a Quasidemon. The form of the Quasidemon is the beautiful form she rolled during the Aberration Apocalypse.
Gained Blackrot from Nazih in Cold Comfort
Gained a point in Command from Merchants of Danger alongside Penny.
Arc point for Cold Comfort in Kinetic.
Obtained Icevein, Manatracer and Greengrowth from Natasha in Unstoppable Force, Immovable Object. Lost Blackrot as a result.
Gained 29 manas from ascending to High Sanguinaire in Unstoppable Force, Immovable Object
Gained the Black Violin of Rigor Mortis from The King that Sleeps, lost the quasidemon transformation.
Gained 0.16 RAS from a large black aberration at the groove(alongside Penny, Yvain and Zarina), putting her to 8.73)

{Do not fall from your tower, or you will descend into the depths of hell}

{Nickname}: Tuuro, "The Snake",
{Titles}: Son of Marcan'enno'jaros, Provider,
{Honorific} - Provider, Biro


{Eyes} - Cyan Blue
{Hair} - White
{Skin Tone} - Pale
{Height} - 7’3
{Weight} - 255 lbs
{Physique} - Stringy but muscular. Swimmer’s build.
{Identifying Features} - A large number of Tet’soi going down from his neck to his wrists.

Cal’tuuro stands tall, primarily as a result of his lineage. The descendant of both Eliis and Arne, he carries himself at an impressive 7’3”, towering over most yasoi and every human he’s ever encountered. He has long white hair that he keeps long but well groomed, obsessively so, and is usually kept in an ornate style. It is perhaps the only part of his person that could come across as gaudy, with various braids, dreadlocks and hair ties keeping it out of the way but together in a nice way. He has quite a striking appearance, with sharp facial features that accentuate his lineage and piercing cyan eyes, although he falls more toward intimidating than handsome on the spectrum of facial features. The large amount of Tet’soi that start from his jaw and end at his wrists do aid this characterization

As for his attire, he dresses well but not gaudily. It is much like that of a merchant, pristine and well fitting, but not so much to stand himself out from others aside from the cleanliness of it. Many of his garbs are multipurpose and allow him to function in a variety of environments, though primarily suited to the often chilly climate of the heights of Tantuura.


{Family Ties: Cal’tuuro is a direct descendant of Arne’alton’jaros and Eliis’qarmena’luunetar. One, a member of the famous Æresvaktr, the other who ??? }
Contacts & Relations:
Sinn’uien’luunetar - Estranged uncle, criminal underworld broker.
{Education: ???}
{Employment: ???}
{Accomplishments & Achievements: ???}

I remember when I was a child. Roaming my family's estate, an ancient house of Luuntiil, my ancestors had settled it after the ‘Great Heathen War’ as the huusoi put it. I wasn’t an only child, but I was never close to my siblings. It seems as if no-one on this island is really close to anyone. You could never quite tell what they were thinking, what they were saying and what they really thought of you, but alas, I had a bond. A brother and sister made for fine friends growing up, but I always felt as if I was one step ahead, perhaps because I was just a tad older.

There were many questions in my youth that I asked my mother. Why did the ones they called the yanii till the fields, and why were they happy to do so? I always got the same answers. “Jexoff will do anything if you give them a gold coin.” And I began to think that way myself. I tested it. They’d polish my boots for change, or fetch me food, or do whatever I wished. And they were happy all the while. I wondered exactly why they held this nature, and what exactly were these coins good for? I wouldn’t figure it out for a while. I continued to play. I continued to learn. I continued to exploit.

A touch before I began to become more aware of my surroundings, my manas began to develop. And on my 12th birthday, I was brought to a place that I had seen but never ventured. A field of flowers stretching the horizon as far as the eye can see of various colors. Although it was a few years ago, I remember everything. The sensation of this place was different. A true serenity filled me as I stood upon the ground where my forebears were buried. It was the last memory I have of my home. I haven’t been back since that day. For it was this day that I set out to Tantuura.

When I first saw the spires on the horizon, I thought that the place must have been magical. We lived on the hills, on great raised houses, but the spires dwarfed any building I had seen before. I had heard tales of how great it was from my father, and I had read a great many books that told me of its magnificence, but it had never truly struck me how grandiose it was until my eyes witnessed it. Marvelous white buildings, waterfalls that cascaded into the ocean, a grand bustling port with more ships than the fleet burned at Relouse. I wondered, how did we build such a place?

It would not be long before I would find out. For I was to be a student, and become a Provider, just like my father, and his parents before him. For that was our role, to provide this society to the masses of people that lived here. Whilst there was a considerable huusoi population at the estate, they outnumbered us here. Many seemed happy roaming the streets in drunken stupors, visiting the various brothels and other unsavory establishments. And I learned, both from experience and from my professors, that the yanii were addicted to the earthly pleasures. Many would come across the oceans to this remote little corner of the world to indulge themselves in them. But we were not to partake. We were to better ourselves. That was our role, as stewards of this island, to preserve the paradise that we had created. And so, I bettered myself.

And while I had always had a grasp on things, I learned the specifics. How to prey on their emotions, how to blend in and present myself, how to make myself be trusted by them, the chemicals in their brain that made them happy and how far you can push them before drawing a response. I never doubted why I was learning these things, for I had seen firsthand what they were. A resource for our people, for our paradise. For if we considered them our equals, and lived alongside them as equals, we would fall into the same depths of hedonism and sadism that brought them to this place to begin with. Just like the yasoi who stayed behind. We were prone to addiction and yet, we did not fall as readily and willingly as these beings.

There was a mette’stiroi for a reason I can hardly remember, a spontaneous little event, around the time I was 16 years of age. Perhaps I had gotten tired of the dodo racing, or the tiims’archa, or the discussions of business and class, so I did something unusual for me at the time and took a walk. I ventured outside of the bubble of the academy, and my wandering took me to a section of the city that I hadn’t happened upon before. It was called Tarnaj’imiis, and it certainly was a bit of a puddle. I remember how the white cobble became stained with the mud and the dirty water that had splashed from the nearby coast. I remember how different this place felt to that field of flowers. How anxious it made me feel just being there. I might have been the only Yasoi there. Yet, my feet still dragged across the floor and I continued to maneuver around.

Many were in their houses at that hour, but those who weren’t looked like starving dogs. Like they might have skinned me for a Jin, but they knew what would happen to them on the morrow, so they wouldn’t dare even attempt. But the look in their eyes terrified me. What could make them want the money that bad? Why would they stoop to such lengths? I had never felt such compulsion for coins, but to these people, it was everything. I continued to walk, and think until something disturbed my uncomfortable peace. A scream, one almost certainly from a child. Nothing was illegal in this city, and I had no obligation to go, but my feet seemed to move on their own. I justified to myself that it might have been a yasoi, even though I knew deep down that no yasoi child would be in this settlement. It was an excuse.

What I saw disgusted me. A grubby looking couple, with a girl who couldn’t have been more than ten, seemed to be in the midst of a transaction. I remained quiet for a moment, knowing that it would be beyond my role as a provider in training to intervene if this wasn’t a matter of yasoi. They spoke to a more well dressed yanii, one in Rettanese navy attire, definitely some kind of officer. And I quickly learned the nature of the deal. The girl was being sold, much against her wishes and teary eyes. I watched how the man talked them down, how he persuaded them. I had no reason to stay at this point, but my morbid curiosity couldn’t pull me away. It was like watching a boat sink underwater, and yet, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The parents had reasoned that their beloved Jie had manas, and would not be sold for any less than 10 BǎiJīn. By the end of the discussions, she was put to sleep with some magic from the naval man and sold for four coins. Both parties walked away, and my morbid curiosity made me obliged to follow the parents. What would they spend their child on? It wasn’t long before they were in the midst of another transaction, this time with a Yasoi gentleman, the first I’d seen in these parts. I took extra care to conceal myself, but I feel as if he knew I was there, watching. Perhaps that’s why he took extra effort to rinse them in the deal he was making. Their daughter's life was spent on a lim of Brandix.

I continued to watch them. I followed them to their little shack and watched their process. I saw the scars on their arms, and I forced myself to watch them create more, as they seeped this strange translucent slimy substance into their wounds. I watched them sink into degeneracy, hallucinating and dreaming of better times. Maybe an hour passed before their high wore off. It was a shit batch. And perhaps the addiction was halted for a moment, as they seemed to realize what they had done. They cried into each other's arms, and cursed the man who had sold the goods to them, who they had sold their child to. They cursed the yasoi, the rettanese, the emperors and the very gods as I watched them sink into the depths of despair. At first, I felt nothing but contempt. But before long, curiosity got the better of me and I couldn’t help the urge but to speak to them. And so I did.

“Why do you curse us? You got what you wanted. Had it lasted longer, you’d just feel what you’re feeling now tomorrow morning.” I spoke, softly as I usually did, but perhaps a bit more accusatory than usual.

“What the fuck do you want? You come to laugh at us, is that it? You think it’s easy, living down here?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? This is a free place, you can make your own decisions. You made yours, evidently.”

“I.. I did what I had to. You wouldn’t understand. You, and your ivory towers, and your snooty fuckin’ attitudes and your bargaining.”

“You had to do Brandix? Why? Did anyone force you?”

“No… this place… It’s evil. It sucks you in and doesn’t let you leave. Makes you try everythin’. You think it’s just one time, and then you can’t live without it. Jamb’ysp, Puff, Slink and then Brandix. Before you know it, you’re hooked on the shit and being rinsed for every Jin you got.”

I paused for a moment. I’d seen the decadence, I’d seen the parties, and the whores, and the unrestricted markets. But I couldn’t understand. It was all a choice. I’d seldom seen any of my yaluu indulge in these things, and this was evidence why. But I was not so dumb as to feel that these were mere beasts. They felt empathy, and sorrow, and regret for what they’d done.

“So why’d you start? Did you not see us yasoi not participating in the hedonism we allow? Why did you think it was a good idea?”

“Kid, you’re young. You never get the urge to do dumb shit? Hell, you walkin’ through here is dumb shit. We were young too. My pops used to be a noble before some rebellion shit, and he ran away here. Left me a fat inheritance before he kicked the bucket. I was a dumb kid with a lotta cash. Met my wife, went to a buncha parties and just enjoyed ourselves. We told ourselves it was harmless fun. You watch your pals try shit and you wanna hop in. One of yous talked us into the balm.”

He paused to fight back tears. I was beginning to see what was going on.

“Started out at a reasonable price. I had a decent sum of coin left, my residency was still up, I thought fuck it. Maybe I’ll be outta here. Then it kept goin’ up. Bit by bit, I lost everythin’ I had. The addiction, it makes you do shit. You don’t get it, kid. I sold furniture, carpets, anythin’ in my fuckin house for a hit. You don’t realize it’s wrong until after. Then, about a year ago we sold the house. Moved to this little shack. Prices kept on climbin’. We had nothin’ left. Hadn’t had a hit in about a month. Only thing we had left was our lil girl. She had manas, like my pops. I woulda cut my arm off for another hit, but they wouldn’t have it. Told me to go to the navy people, they’d give me a good price for her.”
I sat in silence. The shell had begun to break.

“.. and then, y’know, we did it. We sold our fuckin daughter. For a hit of this shit. We got maybe a couple months left on our residency anyway. Maybe you fucks will kill us. Maybe we’ll go to the hells those fuckin’ Quentics keep talkin’ about. I hope so. I don’t deserve to see her again. “

“Now, you happy? I could blame you fucks, but maybe you’re right. Maybe we are all dumb addicts. Either way, I don’t fuckin’ care. It doesn’t matter anymore. Nothin’ does. Just.. just leave us alone.”

I was stunned. It might have been the first time in my life I didn’t know what to say. It scared me, more than any beast or strong mage. The idea that should I have been in the same circumstances, I might have done the same. Our people had rigorous lessons on how not to fall, but the yanii were not so lucky. My head was beating with pain, rage, sadness, and I could feel the manas in my blood flowing vigorously. Either way, I walked away from that scene with haste, and by the time I’d gotten back, the mette’stiroi was over. I never told anyone what I saw that day, but it didn’t make it possible to forget what happened.

I began to find myself troubled as I bound through this new world I found myself in. Perhaps because I had learned how to be a predator, I could spot others myself. And while I felt a duty to do as my nation needed, it began to sicken me to see such people lead others into depravity for the promise of a few coins. My mother’s words began to resonate in my head. Were we no better than the beasts we had sought to tame this way? Were we not guilty of moral quandary ourselves? The next two years did not go by easily. Any time I gazed from the towers of the school and looked out into the further huusoi temporary settlements and shanty towns, I felt my heartstrings being tugged upon. Sure, they were filth who would sell their own blood for a hit of a drug, but was that a result of the world we had created? How exactly was the other side of the coin? What were the nations of Constantia and Severa like? How did the people of ReTan live? And what was the news that had come from this magic school between the two powers? I’d heard tales of some ‘trials’ taking place, a number of our own participating. Supposedly the next chosen of Vyshta.

With more time, I came to understand why we did what we did. These coins were not simply pieces of metal. They were our lifeblood. Our weapon against a world that wanted to destroy us. I heard of the state of our Constantian brothers, and we were not possessed with the vast landscape our southern neighbors held. Money was everything and we used whatever methods necessary to survive. I also began to understand the state of our nation. The humans were dependent on us, the providers, but we were dependent on foreign outsiders to buy said goods from, and we were also dependent on the yanii to buy the things on the market. For if we lost our consumer base, we would simply be another island sitting out at sea waiting for some imperialist power to gobble us up. And with my heart hardened, I realized that our predatory nature, despite in some ways being morally dubious, was a necessity. It was justified. It had to be, right?

The thought of this school interested me though. There were substances that we paid a large amount for to middlemen. Brandaebbles, spratz, brandix, and the list went on. If we could stop being the middleman, and start being the providers we called ourselves, perhaps our chances of survival would be better. Constantia held all these devilish little addictions, and were I to bring them to our shores, perhaps I would earn the respect that our family so deserves. Perhaps the stain my uncle put on our name would be overwritten by my glorious accomplishments. And so, I went.


The nature of the island of Luuntiil means that many languages are spoken on the island, and as a result, members of the provider class have to be adept in spoken languages. His understanding of Avincean is seamless, as is his
Tarlonese Yasoi - Native, though Luuntese dialect is distinct from their southern brothers. It incorporates elements of Eskandish and is more notably similar to Constantian Yasoi.
Avincean - Fluent
Rettanese - Fluent
Nikanese - Fluent
Inipori - Fluent
Constantian Yasoi - Semi-fluent. He can speak and write with no problems but sounds a little old fashioned and would not blend in as a native.
Torragonese - Advanced
Belzaggic - Advanced written, intermediate spoken


{Character (RPG) Alignment}:???











❖ [ Arcane ] – [0. Neophyte ] - There's not much purpose for this school as present for him currently. He uses it very sparingly to slightly increase the heat of reactions, but until further precision is needed, he wont find himself studying it much.
❖ [ Binding ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - Cal does not practice binding, as it is not taught where he is from. He practices unfettered blood magic, and is missing many of the healing capabilities that binding offers as a result of it being a largely diluted, tamed form of magic. Unless his escapedes with Blood lead him to trouble, he will avoid and not participate in this fraudulence.
❖ [ Chemical: Internal ] – [ 4. Journeyman ] - Cal’tuuro’s specialty. He’s an expert chemist, he knows what chemicals make people feel emotions, what doses are required, and how to use synthesize reactions to produce certain substances. It is his bread and butter.
❖ [ Kinetic ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - Unlike most Yasoi, Cal is not swinging around trees or requiring a great amount of movement. Luuntiil is very urbanized and as such, he has never seen much reason to particularly specialize his knowledge in this school, though he'll get round to it eventually should he find a use.
❖ [ Magnetic ] – [ 1. Novice ] - Cal'tuuro employs this as a sort of tertiary specialization. A lot of chemical reactions rely on a slight electrical charge and his knowledge is known for this specialty.

❖ [ Atomic Magic ] – [ 1. Novice ] - He's capable of explosions. Big ones do not serve his interest in the slightest.
❖ [ Blood Magic: Synthesis ] – [ 2. Apprentice ] - To Cal'tuuro, binding was a necessity to learn. Not only for the synthesis of material, and building, but also for the matter of healing ailments and adjusting minute details. His form of healing and repairs is much less friendly and comforting than the binding used within the quentic nations, and to him and most other yasoi, binding is just a neutered, diluted form of the true school.
❖ [ Temporal Magic: Localization ] – [ 2. Apprentice ] - When most think of this largely forbidden and unknown school, they think of it in the large scale. Grand acts of pausing time, and leaping across the world, resetting timelines and the like. And while Cal could eventually be capable of some of these feats, his specialization within this school is small, localized pauses in time. A chemical reaction that's been delayed for a second can produce vastly different results than standard. Slowing the speed of ingestion, or a small piece of matter, or increasing the speed of synthesis can all vary things massively. It's by far the school hes put the most work into, despite his better ability in Chemical simply because of the time investment required, though his blood ties and yasoi nature have definitely helped him advance quicker than most. That being said, he's also a decently capable teleporter.
❖ [ Dark Magic ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - He's heard of the tarlonese employing it, but it seems to be a force far beyond his comprehension, and something he's quite frankly not interested in dealing with.
❖ [ Command ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - Has heard rumours, and is honestly quite interested in it, but it seems to be something that is extremely closely guarded. Would he to gain access however, it would fascinate him so.
❖ [ ??? ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - ???
{Special Abilities}: ???


{Wealth}: 500 Magus
{Pets & Hobbies}: None
{Inventory} Cal’tuuro did not bring much to Ersand’Enise. Most of his possessions are located at his home, and they mostly consist of various useless trinkets and treasures, but he does not like them being out of their place. He did however bring the only weapon that he owns.





Color = Cyan

”The journey of a thousand miles starts with one step. Every step after is where things get exciting.”

Leander Keraunos is many things. Creative is, without a doubt, one of them. Stable might be stretching it. The young man isn’t too crazy, but his high energy and near constant static tend to unnerve most, much to his general amusement. Despite this, Leander (or just Andy) greatly enjoys an audience, loving to show off the latest spell he’s been testing, or just having a nice conversation with big groups. He loves a crowd, and loves seeing new things and interacting with new people even more.



Leander is a native Thalak speaker. He’s fluent in Avincian and Perrench, and can hold a conversation in Torragonese. The Keraunós merchant family is very keen to make sure their family is fluent in many languages to make trading and selling with their business partners and customers go smoothly. Andy wants to learn every language he can, in order to make talking to people easier.



Leander stands a little under six feet with slightly tanned skin, light blonde hair, and blue eyes that have a oddly soft glow. Not even Andy knows the reason, but he thinks it’s alright, so he doesn’t question it anymore. If one were to take a good look at his body, they’d notice his lanky appearance, a result of Leander’s general lack of physical training. And then they’d notice several jagged scars along his arms and legs, and a deep burn on his left side. If asked about them, Andy would simply reply that they’re his own fault and try to change the flow of conversation.

Leander’s most notable accessory is a woolly red scarf he wears at any time, regardless of dress code or weather. He considers it his most sacred possession, the only thing he takes everywhere. Besides that, Andy dresses in casual attire consisting of canvas jackets and cotton shirts. When out and about, he wears a belt with a holster for his flintlock, and a canvas shoulder pouch for holding random stuff, such as chiseling tools, snacks, and his favorite weapon: a set of thick iron spikes.

T H E G I F T

6.42 RAS - Thunderchild

Magnetic (Tier 3):

Easily the most versatile tool in Leander’s tool-belt, to a point that it’s become central to his daily life and style of fighting. Leander trained his Magnetic magic to etch iron with precise electric shocks, and honed it further to give him the ability to walk on almost any surface and even throw needles coated with lightning. Most of his utility spells work in conjunction with his Kinetic magic, aiding in Andy’s mobility by letting him walk and keep his balance even while walking on walls and floating in the air. On the combat side, his erratic movement patterns and use of iron spikes let Leander attack with controlled arcs of electricity, although his manic nature makes this less precise than it could be.

Kinetic (Tier 1):

Andy likes to encompass a lot of his understanding of the world in a interactive way. He’s always loved the feeling of freedom, and his magic reflects this, mainly using it to complement his Magnetic and Arcane abilities. On the Magnetic side, it lets Leander “skate” over surfaces by pushing himself telekinetically while he’s floating with Magnetic magic, letting him avoid ground-level obstacles and fly. But on the Arcane side, his Kinetic control coupled with flintlock shots lets his rounds move at rapid speeds, even stabilizing and swerving them to keep them on track. Even without weapons, the use of Kinetic magic enhances Andy’s punches with extreme force.

Arcane (Tier 1):

The last school of magic he started studying. This school more or less acts as an amplifier for what he can already do. The most useful ability for him has probably been to manipulate heat to increase the speed of his pistol shots, as well as infusing light and electricity with his spikes to make what he calls Thunder Lances.



Leander comes from the Keraunós merchant family, a family of Thalak ironworkers renown for detailed iron statues and repairing the ironworks of ships. From a young age, Andy used his Thunderchild affinity for Magnetic magic to help his family with their work, learning alongside his older cousins, brothers, and parents. When he was 11, him and his mother were caught in a dust explosion inside the family workshop, blinding his mom and burning Andy’s side. His pursuit of entertaining people comes from this incident, loving to see people laugh and smile at the things he makes and does. Leander’s home is tight knit, with both immediate and extended family living and working together.

Andy was sent to Ersand’Enise Academy to promote himself and the Keraunós family, as well as learn to control his magic. One of the last things Leander was given before headed of was a woolly red scarf. The scarf is something extremely important to Andy, as it’s the last thing his mother made before going blind.



Leander wakes up ready to entertain and learn, with varying degrees of sway between the two. He finds Ersand’Enise Academy to be a very interesting opportunity, and loves the thrill of new and strange people and magic. Andy’s goal is to perfect his magic so he can help out in his family’s business. The only thing that worries him is disappointing people. Because of this, he goes to great lengths to keep it in pristine condition and put smiles on people’s faces.



Andy’s Personal Stuff:

Leander wears his red scarf at almost all hours of the day, considering it more important than even his life. He also carries a dozen or so thick iron spikes, about 15mm (6 in) long. These are Andy’s main method of self defense, so he keeps at least six on him when not in combat.

Andy’s Dorm Supplies:

Andy has a set of chiseling tools, pens, and Ỽ2 ⌘5 in a locked box in his dorm. On special occasions, he has a brown top hat and a white button up hanging on a coat rack. Aside from those, he has a few history books, atlases, and fairytales on a small mahogany shelf.

Major Find(s): Wand of the Last Thunder King: an ornate and ancient wand, Zaqhory in origin and inscription, but with an unusual type of craftsmanship that appears to be both Hegelan and Nikanese. Boosts all casting power by 5%, arcane by 10%, and magnetic by 20% (19)

Money in the Bank:

⌘20




Leander finds great joy in seeing things come together, whether it’s a detailed statuette or simply a idea working out after several attempts. As such, he loves finding new ways to help people improve, as well as new methods to do old practices.




Despite his general happy nature, there are few things that set Leander off. Andy absolutely despises limitations to his creativity, even when the limits are there for safety. In his eyes, nothing comes before innovation. This coupled with his manic nature make him a volatile person to keep around in an overly controlled environment. Even keeping him alone is a risk, since he hates when there’s no one around.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S
Andy wears a set of iron bands on his wrists as focus wards, letting him throw arcs of lightning by giving his spikes and the bands opposite charges.

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"Ashes to Ashes."

He is the only child of a noble family that is specific with military use. His family name has some reputation, but Niallus doesn't let it get to him. Since his parents were always away, he was raised by his Grandfather. As a result, some of his personality comes from his grandfather. A kindhearted person who is grateful for what he has, since he knows that he could have a lot less in his life. He walks through life at times with a smile on his face. Never afraid to listen to his friends' problems, also to see if there is anything he can do to help them. A bit of a slacker at times, however he pulls it together when it's an important matter. Fond of interacting with people no matter what race or gender, or spending time with friends.



Standing at 6.5 inches, having some muscle to his build due to his training. His skin tone is a little pale, with his brown hair that just goes past his neck. his bright blue eyes. Most of appearance is in the picture above. The coat he wears was a gift from his family. A ring on the ring finger of his left hand that has binding magic to it.



Eskandish, Avincian -Natural
Perrench, Revidian and Torragonese - Fluent
Virangish, Yasoi and Belzaggic- Passable



His Gift allows him to forge blades of light with his Arcane. Once while training with his grandfather, he managed to summon one and burned some of his training equipment. Concerned about hurting people, he asked his grandfather to help him control it to some extent since he's the only other person who can also do it. So after Niallus trained physically and worked on his Gift under the guidance of his grandfather. When she could, Astrid taught him the basics of Kinetic magic to help him.

He's now able to summon two blades at once, while summoning little daggers that can float round him and are able to launch them at targets. from his mother he can move faster and is more resilient. But he feels like he can learn so much more.
Spell tiers.

Arcane: 5
Most of his spells for arcane involve him using Arcane swords. There are is one spell he summons multiple swords, that can be used in offense and defense, however they shatter after defend against one attack. He has other Arcane spells that he can use, however his tier is too low.

Kinetic: 4
Most of his kinetic spells are to help him with evasion, defending and enhancing his strikes.

Chemical: 2
From his classes he's able to preform low level chemical spells that hopefully will help him.

Atomic:1
Through his training in Arcane he managed to get some training in Atomic, but if he wants to know it that will take some time for him.

Dark: 1
After some training with his grandfather after Nox Arcanum. Niallus was finally trained in his family's secret. Dark magic, but since they were pushed for time, he was only able to have tier 1 for it.



Born to Astrid and Erik Saberhagen, his name is given from Astri's closest friend, who died a couple of days before he was born. Since he was supposed to be his Godfather they thought a namesake would suffice. Niallus didn't really spend time with his parents who travel across the lands, mostly Callanast handling matters for security and military. At least that's what his Grandfather said to him. This originally started with his Grandfather Eivor Saberhagen. They would come back for a few weeks and then leave once again, Niallus was safe in Eivor's care. Through some connections, Niallus's education was handled by his Grandfather. When it came to his parents it used to upset him that they kept leaving, then came back. But as he got older he realised that the work they do was important.

Hearing tales from his grandfather growing up always excited him, he always wanted to make his own way. So, Eivor trained him on how to defend himself. Every day for an hour, they would train with sticks so he wouldn't get hurt. He was left with a couple of bumps but he kept at it. At 13 his gift awoke while training, accidentally summoning an Arcane sword a trait that his family have, on record for his family he is the youngest to do this. So Eivor was convinced that he would be far greater than he ever was. When his parents found out when they came back once, mostly for parts of the house we were burnt from them sparring.

Eventually Niallus relationship with his father started to deteriorate, Erik became more irrational. Making enemies with other nobles. A Zeno made an offer to Erik for an arranged marriage Niallus when they reached the age of 21. He was reluctant at first, However Niallus managed to get a way out of it and that's if he is already married before he is. However he was uncooperative giving up that reason, but given the situation and danger his family is in he agreed to it. The only problem is he'd rather marry someone he loves rather than a stranger.

His family spend time training a militia that Eivor started up when he was younger, trained them to be bodyguards for lower noble families. Sometimes they even her hired by higher noble families to help with extra manpower on escorts but normally those roles are reserved for the higher ups or the soldiers who are trustworthy and can get the job done. Sometimes the soldiers that they have just do patrols around the Eskand border, protecting it and it's people from threats.

At 18 Eivor told him the secrets of the Saberhagen family, how their family destroyed itself in fighting based on how wanted to side with the king while others did not, how originally they were considered to be high nobles from the time Odin served as a bodyguard for the king during the collapse of the kingdom centuries ago. They were given the opportunity to live as lower nobles, given that the knowledge at the time, could put them in danger, the king agreed to this but under these conditions
Use the knowledge that Eivor learnt to protect those who are in danger, Pass it down through the generations so they'll always have a protector in case of emergency. Another was a letter from the king, stated that it would restore their family back to High nobility once again, everything is in order, it just needs the first name. Lastly is access to the Saberhagens treasury, that's been around from when Odin was alive. It has been untouched by anyone, in case one would eventually appear.

Now there are four people that they know of that bare the name Saberhagen. As well as the magic that Niallus will be taught, thats been a secret since Eivor was younger, since it was him that made it. Eivor wants Niallus to make sure he's ready for this, after all dispelling Aberrations is what's killing Erik. But Erik lacked the training to protect him since he abandoned it because of overconfidence. He is confident that Niallus will be able to do it, so much in fact since he has access to the treasury, maybe even give him the choice that'll change his life.



The thrill of questing and adventure makes him think back to his dream when he was a child. He wants to see the world and help people, something in him wants to strive to protect the people that are prescious to him. He knows how cruel and corrupt the world can be from listening to his grandfathers story's, so he wants to strive to see a change that effect the whole world, whether bring peace or destruction.


❖351 magi on himself
❖2500 magi saved up in a bank.
❖A silver pocket watch that belonged to the person who he was named after.
❖A couple of healing potions.
❖A Tarlon tome on Dark magic.

Rewards from the trials:
❖A mysterious compass. It doesn't seem to point north. Engraved in the brass plate on the back are the letters 'VISOED'.
❖A Juvenile Crackclaw thresher named Terra.
❖A Albino Harlequin kite dragon named Albion.
❖A deed to a one hundred-fifty square miles along the Dragonspine Mountains of southern Eskand.
❖A block of ice that seems to have a silhouette of something inside it.
❖A Primordial Egg.
❖Enough fuming Obsidian Thick residue for one medium item.
❖Runic-imbued Trident of the Ocean Lord.

Mission and School arc Rewards.
❖Frost Giant Tea: Increases Chemical magic by 2 tiers. Last for one boss fight.
❖Indomitable Stompers: A very light pair of boots, also indestructible.
❖Temporal Chopsticks: A pair of Chopsticks that allow the user to rapidly age or de-age any non living object.
❖Wailing Leviathan: A sword will allow instant-use of commune with the void. Also adds a plus one to his Dark magic. Provides 24 Manas.
❖Molding Clay of Body doubling: Creates a clay copy of someone, making paint for it as well
❖The Black Stone Gourd: A gourd that fills itself by drawing particles in the air. Said to be Mountain Spring’s first gourd prior to his joining of the Black Guard. It is filled with an oil that, when consumed, will allow the user to unleash white-hot flames from their mouths. The attack is a 3d15 attack that inflicts [BURN] on hit or defenses that do not pass the threshold of 4 difference. [BURN] will deplete HP bay 2 for every action taken by the victim. Can be cured with a successful heal of significant or above. Can be used three times per scenario. Provides 8 manas. This attack becomes a 4d15 if the user has 5 or more Arcane, and 3d18 if their chemical is 5 or more. For each use, the user must roll a d3, if it lands on 1 they suffer the [BURN] effect along with a minor hit.
❖Zonneheksenhoed - Solar Witches' Hat
A white and gold witch's hat with a wide brim. Gives off a warm aura and lights up with runes at night. Enhances all Luminescent and Transmissive magics in the Arcane school by one RAS and one skill tier. Provides 12 manas and allows two free casts, per scenario, of any of the following spells in a non-offensive capacity:
1. Ipte-Zept's Blessing
2. Blazing Aura
3. Staunch
4. Burn Magic
5. Shune-Zept's Torch
6. Shune-Zept's Sight








He's left handed.