Name: Louise Dupont

Nickname(s): Steel Doll

Age: 16

Grade: Kiburi's, first year

Appearance: Louise has been described by many as a doll, with wavy silver hair, porcelain skin, and delicate features. She's rather short, and her 'casual' clothes are all lace and frills. She is never seen without her teddy bear, a heavily worn but still fluffy stuffed animal which she always keeps close.

Biography: The Dupont household can trace its roots to the middle ages of Vauquelin, where they were known throughout the land as a proud knight family. Times change, however, and the age of knights and magic gave way to the age of technology. Faced with their rapidly declining relevancy, the Dupont household decided to marry into a Yekaternian family with a similar position. Under these rather loveless circumstances, Louise was born.

Although their family was in decline, they taught their children in an old fashioned way. They taught her everything, from horse riding to sword fighting to calligraphy, ettiquette, and more. Training was a rather lonely affair, with little company but her belove teddy bear. In the finer arts, Louise was... insufficiently impressive. When tasked with using her brain, she just couldn't do well. When it came to physical tasks, however, she took to it like a fish took to water. These lopsided talents put her father in an awkward position. As the heir to the main family, Louise was in a position to be judged on all sides, and she could not be found wanting. Over the years they drilled ettiquiette into Louise, slowly turning her into someone ready for high society. Unfortunately for them, the revolution came and turned their efforts into smoke.

The Dupont family had been based in Yekateria for a decade by then, and even before that their political presence had been weak, so they escaped the worst of the purge. But they still had relatives in Vauquelin and they had planned to eventually return there one day. There was no longer anywhere to return to. The extended family all uneasily settled into Yekaternia. While the noble class still existed, it was obvious that the winds were changing, and they fiercely debated on what they needed to do. If the Yekaternian nobility fell as well, then there would be nothing left for them. Suddenly bereft of purpose, in their eyes, Louise's upbringing wasn't worth the bother, and so her training was more half-hearted, and she felt more alone than ever. After 3 years of tire spinning and debating, her mother stepped in and had her sent to Rhea. If times were changing then they needed to change as well. St Laurel's school had the prestige and class of noble society, if she went there she would be safe, and she would definitely learn how to be a proper lady.

Banking their hopes and dreams on her once again, the Dupont family sent Louise to the city-state by herself to learn more, to grow more. Eventually, she would be the one to reclaim their lost pride. Unfortunately, she was not smart enough to pass St Laurel's entrance exam and ended up in Kiburi's school instead.

Core: Soul of Steel
Louise is able to use her soul to manifest the figure of a knight in armour, to protect herself and attack her foes. The figure is humanoid in shape and larger than most adults, though it only appears as the top half of a human, missing everything below the waist. It can be summoned directly on top of Louise, or it can be puppeted to fight at a distance, up to a range of 5 meters away from Louise. The manifested figure is as tough as steel and has great strength, though it can certainly be broken. Her state of spitit affects its solidity and damage that maked it past its defences is reflected on Louise. It is capable of self repair but the process is very slow, potentially lasting days.

Ability 1: Shield Oath
Once every 2 hours, Louise can take a knight's oath and designate a target for protection for 10 minutes. While under the oath, Louise can redirect damage that the target takes to her manifested Soul of Steel, and can summon the Soul to the target as if the target was herself. Additionally, Louise's strength, stamina, and durability are enhanced while under the oath, but if Louise breaks the vow, she is weakened instead of being strengthened for the remaining duration. If the target suffers a big enough blow, if they move out of Soul of Steel's range, or if she ever takes a step backwards while under the effects of the oath, the link will be broken. She can sever the link of her own volition with no penalty, but the cooldown will still apply normally.

Ability 2: Holy Lance
While the Soul of Steel is manifested, Louise can use her energy to summon the Holy Lance, a sanctified spirit weapon given to her by her mother. It can interact with both physical and spiritual entities. Louise can use the lance to attack in melee, and can summon additional lances for ranged attacks. Summoning a lance costs a lot of energy, however, so she doesn't do it often.

Ability 3: Thundering Hooves
What knight is complete without their horse? This ability enhances a horse's speed and power while the soul of steel is manifested on the rider. While Louise was not able to take her horse with her to Rhea, it is with her in spirit. She can channel the spirit of the horse to give her a great burst of speed in one direction, like a charging knight. She can't perform the charge consecutively, however, as it strains her legs.

Relationships:

• Chinami: Classmate, considers her a friend
• Mina: Nice, gives good hugs
• Suzakura: Mean, always hanging around Mina
• Reverio: Knows his brother, doesn't know Reverio

"Grimalkin o' yor. But a part o' the garland."

Name: Lynnwell Tourmaline
Nickname: Lyngurium Lie (Name left in any records), The Undying,
Age: 18 (Physical age), 360+ (Mental age)
Sex: Female
Grade: None anymore. Hostile to St Laurels.
Hair colour: Pink
Eye colour: Yellow
Clothing: Black sweatshirt with collar, wide red 70's pants, leotard, neatly attached roman styled sandals. Broché with a silhouette of Saint Laurel.



Personality:

Lynnwell speaks often in an olden tongue of ages past, but she is adept in speaking normally aswell if necessary. She just doesn't find the modern tongue as beautiful or refined, perhaps it is a result of nostalgia of better days.

In a regular conversation Lynnwell appears to be relaxed, but once engaged in battle or if someone angers her she will quickly display a completely different persona. In battle she is prone to make short taunts to try unbalance her opponents, and is relentless in her attacks and pressure. She commends bravery, determination and things which she considers in spirit with a warrior. On the other hand she abhors the use of magical ranged attacks and things which attempt to restrict or control the battlefield. She also dislikes cowards and those who slanders Saint Laurel. Her relationship to the saint is one of reverance, hate, love and sorrow all pushed into one. From her point of view, the only one who bears the right to badmouth the name of Saint Laurel is she alone.

"Ye scullions o' Laurel, lost in wassail..."

Biography:

A warrior's true home is upon the fields of battle, a hero which lives long enough may someday find themselves become the villain. Such is the case with Lynnwell "The Undying". Back in an age when Laurel, the saint, fought in the Last Great War of Rhea. This was before the arena dispute resolution system came into being, which Rhea has upheld even to the current day.

To fight alongside such a legend on the battlefield against a common enemy was something which Lynnwell enjoyed. To Laurel, she may have just been an ally. But to her, Laurel was something far more. A soulmate. Someone who shared the same soul. That of a warrior. At least this was what she perceived at the time. But time was going to change things, as there were no more enemy to fight on the battlefields and Laurel becoming more of a figurehead and spending his time betting and rolling dice to his newly instated tournaments. Lynnwell realized that the Laurel she once knew was no more, the warrior soul he had donned, where were it now? Hers was still burning, and the more idle she were the more the anger stirred within her until she couldn't hold it back no more.

The fighting in the arenas brought her no joy or satisfaction, they were all empty victories which wouldn't change the world or her legacy one bit. She thus formed a group of chosen to make a coup against the Rhean leadership, seeking to plunge the nation into war again so she could once more battle as a true warrior and possibly rekindle Laurel's soul. But this was stopped by the timely arrival of the saint and his students. Lynnwell's allies were captured or slain, whereof she was chased to the roof of the Rhean administrative building, where she and Laurel had their fight. One which would see the legendary saint striking down his former ally.

To most mortals this would have been the end, the final chapter of their book. But to Lynnwell, the undying. This was just the beginning of her long existance and she would have many more clashes with the saint and his disciples until time itself would claim the saint and she was left alone. Her godly given gift of reincarnation had both been a blessing and a curse, as she soon realized she would eventually end up alone with everyone else she knew dying or ending up hating her for what she was trying to do. When Laurel was no longer around, Lynnwell's cause changed. From having attempted to rekindle the flames of war and return Rhea to it's past, she has currently abandoned that way in favor of searching for strong opponents, specifically those of the school of St Laurels.

Perhaps if she was able to reincarnate, what was to say the saint couldn't have aswell? The search for his reincarnation, his spiritual successor was now in motion. No official great record exists about Lynnwell's past other than her apparent connection to Saint Laurel. Much knowledge of her origin was lost in the great heist and blaze of the grand library some twohundred and twenty years ago. While it is commonly believed that Lyngurium Lie, as she is known by the remaining texts, stole something from the grand library or perhaps something from Laurel himself. There had been frantic searches for the lost knowledge by scholars and heroes alike, who tried to discover just what she robbed Rhea of.

In the past when cornered, the elusive villain has chosen to embrace death rather than revealing 'The secret'. The only other person which may have known anything about it was Laurel and since his passing, there has just been speculation. While many believes Lyngurium Lie is now ancient history and long dead, having last been slain some onehundred and thirty years ago by a band of new heroes from St Laurel's school.

"My my, scaramouch art ye? Thou art truly a poltroon."

Core: Nine Lives (Reincarnation)

Has past lives which she can remember, everything she's done, experienced and learnt. This in turn allows her to know far more than she should at her physical age. Such as the shortest but effective way to get a strong body in the least amount of time possible and how to stay disciplined. Her gift, aside from allowing her to reincarnate, has given her traits from felines in that she has retractable claws for nails, fangs, heightened senses and a prehensile tail. Alongside a pair of fluffy cat ears.

Increased mental and physical attributes from feline body and knowledge over several lifetimes of battling.

First power: Feline Finesse (Speed, agility, reflexes, climbing, acrobatics, claws, prehensile tail)

To Lynnwell speed is not only the ultimate defense, but also the ultimate offense. A thing which is a deciding factor in victory or loss. To be quick of body and of mind is crucial to any great warrior who desire to stand victorious. But balance and being able to manuever well is not to be discarded neither, for without balance a warrior would be uneven and unreliable, and a warrior which cannot manuever is useless. But immense speed isn't all that she has been bestowed with, climbing, running on walls and other forms of acrobatics come with it aswell.

Second power: Feline Fervor (Fiery blazing soul)

Lynnwell is driven by a fierce passion for battle, with such a fierce warrior's heart and soul, she is immune to tamperings of her fiery soul, which has permitted her to reincarnate despite attempts to seal her soul. This fiery heart and soul may also manifest itself in battle, where she coats herself in heat giving her the ability to fly short distances as if she was propelled by jet engines. The heat can also be directed to her hands to coat them in fire for awhile, or to momentarily turn herself into a fireball. The heat itself seems to radiate out from her, but ignores her own body, clothing and soul. It also seems to not engulf oxygen unless she turns the heat into fire. The fire effects are generally very short, ranging from three seconds to fifteen seconds.

Third power: Feline Ferocity (Strength, toughness, willpower, movement restriction breaking)

To break the chains that bind, to never relent, to never submit. These are things which course through Lynnwell's veins. To pin her down with physical, mental or magical restriction effects is usually met with fierce retaliation. Her strength, speed and resiliance overall is enhanced with the ferocity of a lion protecting it's spawn and that also helps her in breaking free.

"Rhea hast been built uppon a weake foundation forsooth, the buildinge raised in ye imagery, thee vaine saint o' yor. Thine feigne smile, it becommeth ye not. The stone o' ryche, hidith for thine envy, thine feigne vertues shulde not helpe ye. Cyning of none. Thine andsaca o' yor, hast cometh anew. Hither. Sharpen thine bill wight, beorn o' beorht. Come forthe, beadurinc sawol. Laurel... thou arleas deaofol. So sayeth I, thine soothsayer. wlanc Laurel, dyre faeger lufu. Mine mind hast wizened, olde feond. My expergefactor o' yor. Wightkinde grubble for rawgabbit. Brabble onwards all thee wish.

Few are the snollygosters, plentiful art the ultracrepidarians. Dance with thine demise, ye contumelious wights. I shalt tear thee asunder. Weep thine brine, I shalt not let thee besmirch the woruld, meager bantling. Try wade across the ceald brim if ye can. Thou shalt be thwarted, come forth quench my thirst, cockalorum. Offrian thou sawol, gnornian thine beadurinc beorht. Apostols o' Laurel... mere bridewell."

Relationships:

Saint Laurel: "I detest thee, I miss thee. Mine olde feond o' lufu. Bare thine smirk anew for me, deaofol o' beorht."
Shal-Akkun: "Ye olde skald o' the sand, thine family slain alas in vain. Shalt thine song o' lamentation bring war anew? Vengeance demands thee act lest thou shalt wither by thine illness. Thou art naught but a mooncalf."
Caelum Ripper: "Dirk o' Deaofols. Ye still crave mine sawol? Come forthe, test thine might anew! I shalt tear thine pride asunder... thee and thine bearers."

Name: Amelia Drake
Age: 16
Sex: Female.
Eyes: Amber-Gold
Hair: Blonde
Nationality: Albion
Grade: St. Laurel's School of Divine Excellence. 1st year

Name: Belle Starrysky



Age: 14 (technically, but has existed since the dawn of time)

Grade: First Year Laurels

Biography:

Belle’s background is filled with mystery. If asked, she would plainly state that she descended from the heavens as a star. Given her angelic demeanor, most of her classmates simply accept it at face value, even if they acknowledge its absurdity.

She was immediately recruited by Laurels due to her excellent performance in all subjects.



Belle is courageous, bright, active, and stays cheerful in most situations. She is captain of the Laurels choir and dance team despite her first year status, an exception made due to her exceptional ability. Her biggest flaw is simply being too charming and adorable, and as a result being too idolized by her peers.

Powers:

Core Power - Spinning Miracle: Belle is a vessel of divine perfection. Her incorruptibility extends beyond the physical, allowing her immunity to mind-altering, transmuting, fate manipulating, and all other affects (unless she wills it).

Sub power - Ring a Belle: Belle's voice has true power over the world, and can reshape it to her will with the power of her singing. It is said that her voice was the basis of the song of creation itself.

Sub power - Love Wing: Belle can manifest angelic wings at will that allow her to travel anywhere in the world instantaneously. Technically she doesn't need to manifest the wings but she likes how they look.

Sub power - Love's Signal: Belle's existence itself is a tether to reality, her song being the background noise of the universe. As a result, she is essentially capable of knowing anything within the universe if she wills it, and her divine song both protects herself and the entire universe from overt destruction.

Name: Salaman Erkinaan Alderan

Nickname/s: None that he would want to admit to…

School/Grade: Lord Kiburi's School for the Truly Exceptional, 1st year

Age: 15

Height: 5’ 6”

Appearance: He has red hair and wears his school uniform most of the time, with the addition of an enchanted scarf which protects from fire. The school uniform might be hard to recognize because many students of Lord Kiburi’s don’t bother wearing it, but he will assure you he is wearing it properly.

Personality: A little milquetoast. There are many wild and colorful personalities that line the halls of Lord Kiburi’s Academy for the Truly Exceptional, but Salaman Erkinan Alderan is simply not one of them. He would admit to having an affinity for quieter spaces, and he would most certainly not admit to being afraid of the loud ones. One of the rules of Lord Kiburi’s Academy after all is as stated; don’t be a wimp. He has to try very hard not to be caught in disregard of this rule.

Bio: Salaman Erkinan Alderan bears a heavy name, and an even heavier destiny. He inherits the name of heroes. His family’s legacy is that of myths and legends. He is their first-born son, he bears the responsibility of their ancient legacy. The Ancient Evil was pushed back to enclaves around the world during the War for the Heavens. But while the Ancient Evil remained in existence at all, it would have to be sealed so that it could not possibly harm any living thing. This seal took the form of Magic, as while the Ancient Evil had the power to destroy the Gods and their constructs, Magic which was created in collaboration between Humans and Gods could not be corroded by the Ancient Evil.

There would need to be guardians to oversee these seals. These Guardians would have to pass down their duty until the threat posed by the Ancient Evil was fully eradicated beyond the shadow of a doubt.

The line of Alderan is an unbroken line of one of these ancient protectors. They uphold this duty to the modern day. Until death, they protect the seal. Nowadays ‘death’ usually happens to be of old age though. The threat of the Ancient Evil has long been one that exists only in history books. Truth be told, though they still revere their oath, and understand the potential catastrophe that could occur if they were ever to break it, they’ve become… a little loose with the rules so to speak. Only in certain areas, of course.

They would never dream of being lax in their duties, but the rules for informing their descendants about their all-important task have been a little… stretched. For example, Salaman’s father, the current heir of the Seal of Flame, the Alderan’s charge, informed him properly of the whole circumstances of their God-sworn duty about three days before his fifteenth birthday.

“I was supposed to tell you about it on your fifteenth birthday, but this is close enough probably,” Salaman’s father had said over a fantastic dinner of Rigatoni alla Gricia, with garlic bread. His family was there as well, and a few cousins and uncles/aunts that had decided to come over for dinner that day. Salaman hadn’t had any knowledge of their sacred duty prior to this day. He would take a note later that the casual delivery of the line; “I don’t think the world is going to die if you’re not ready to take over or anything, but you should probably take the preparations seriously when it comes around,” didn’t really seem to match the gravity of the situation.

That incident was about 3 months ago at this point and Salaman still doesn’t know how to feel about this new destiny of his. There’s still quite some time before he has to take up the mantle. His father may be one of the first that will retire the role instead of protecting it until death, leaving Salaman to inherit it at a relatively young age, but that still won’t be for another decade at least.

He’s had to worry about making friends for his entire high school life in a school he wouldn’t have chosen if he had to choose. Besides that, just the normal high school things like making sure he gets good grades, and makes a lasting impression.

And now, this. Not to mention that it seems Lord Kiburi has taken some sort of interest in him. He seems to have plans for him, and his gift. Lord Kiburi and his father have long been friends, perhaps he has something in mind for the initiation his father told him about but Salaman hadn’t seen hide or hair since.

Or maybe… it was something else…?

Core Power: <Ancient Magic - Runecraft | Flame>
Salaman has inherited his family’s gift for Fire Magic, specifically in the use of Runes. Runes are an Ancient technique. A solidification of Magic Potential in the medium of Flame for the Alderan family. Spells crafted using Runes tend to last longer, and the Runes themselves have a tangible physical form. The art that the Alderan family specializes in is Runecraft, the weaving together of Runes in the likeness of objects and creatures from myth and legends. Salaman specializes in weaving creatures of myth together.

So far in his time learning the family magic, he has mastered the creation of three specific creatures. For each of his creatures, he must take the time to weave the runes together from scratch. There are several formulas he can apply to hasten the creation of these creatures, formulas for scribing several runes at once, but a spell of this level of complexity will take time no matter what.

• Sub-power: <Burn them, World Devouring Serpent!>
  This Runecrafted creature takes the form of a massive serpent of legend, said to have been long enough to wind around the world 6 times. Salaman’s version has a limit for the length it can really be crafted until it would end up falling apart under the complexity of its own rune structure. A snake has a very simple structure that repeats itself, so the serpent is relatively easy for Salaman to make.
  
  At his quickest, he could summon a small version of the snake in about one minute. It would only be long enough to wrap around one person. The snake will wrap around its target, and then it will unleash the flames contained within its runic construction, before cannibalizing them all and self-destructing in a fiery explosion.
• Sub-power: <Trample them! Mountain Crushing Giant!>
  This Runecrafted construct is based on an ancient automaton that was said to have defended a certain coastal kingdom’s borders once upon a time. Salaman’s best direct combat construct. It is capable of the same self-destruction abilities as the snake, but is far less agile so Salaman won’t tend to use it for that. At its shortest, it stands at 7 feet tall because of the required construction to make it move and listen to orders. At its tallest, it can rival a two-storey building.
  
  The more complex construction needs to allow tolerances for gravity and weight distribution. If he makes it much bigger, it would crush itself under its own weight. It can attack with its fists and body as a solid construct, but it can also unleash a stream of fire from its hands. It will not stop advancing until its body is fully destroyed, or Salaman unsummons it.
• Sub-power: <Revitalize! Eternal Phoenix!>
  This Runecrafted construct is based on ancient legends of a blazing bird, said to be immortal, that kindled flames down below as it flew through the sky. Unlike the others, Salaman is not as adept at creating this construct so he varies very little in its construction. He can only create the same pattern again and again, because of the complexity and esoteric conceptualization required.
  
  He has a chance to fail the summoning of this creature. He can always try again, but his magic reserves are finite. As a trade-off, it is his strongest summon. It has the ability to create a blazing firestorm in his immediate surroundings. Salaman would not be immune to the effects without his signature scarf, and his friends would not be so lucky if they were caught in its radius.
  
  This firestorm rekindles traces of Fire Magic still remaining in the area. If Salaman’s constructs are not fully destroyed before their rune formations collapse, the Phoenix can resurrect them to a stable version of whatever stage they happened to be before their disappearance. It will also repair their rune structure if it has been damaged but they are still alive.