"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.

"Discover is the spice of life."

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Everybody loves Johann - at least, anyone who's not a complete stick in the mud. This rather portly Kerreman lad is famous for frequenting the bars, pool halls, study halls, and biergärtens of Ersand'Enise. He can often be found at the library, collaborating academically with his fellow students, at the bank, managing his family's business ventures, or at the auction house, bidding on seemingly random items of interest. Whatever he might be up to, however, Johann never forgets his friends, classmates, acquaintances, and... well, just about anybody. One can be certain that, whatever he purchases, most of it will be for others, for it is Johann's foremost philosophy that something enjoyed alone is not truly enjoyed. So, he is always the one to buy an extra round for everyone in the bar, to organize the study session, to share his notes, to pay for dinner. He has the money, after all, and spending it on others is an investment in their happiness. Nothing makes him happier than being around people who want to be around him in return. The most basic litmus test for many biros on whether someone is a decent friend or not is whether they like Johann. Anyone who doesn't, clearly has no appreciation for what makes someone good.

Of course, most of this is a complete fabrication. Beneath his affable surface, Johann is cold, calculating, and ruthless. Driven by an obsessive need to discern the secrets of the human and humanoid body and develop complete mastery over it, he regularly engages in the most inhumane and sordid of experimentation. This is a strictly-kept secret, with even the school authorities unaware of either the experiments or their originator. Johann, meanwhile, has little use for social convention, tradition, or politics. They are merely tools that he employs and levers that he pulls to further his ends. Skillfully, he uses his money, raw magical power, and burgeoning reputation as insurance to guarantee that nobody could possibly believe the truth were someone to ever leak it. Someday, he knows, he will change the world, and a glorious day it will be. For the time being, sacrifices must be made - just not his.


An absolutely enormous young man, in both height and especially heft, Johann is notable for his bright red hair, sharp little beard, and jolly face, which often wears a mischievous smirk. There are times when something else seems to flash through his smiling brown eyes, but it must just be a trick of the light. He is friendly to a fault.

His clothing is all custom-tailored, a necessity for one of his size and wealth, and reflects the latter with its fine materials and cut in addition to a colourful, adventurous palette that reflects his open, fun, and gregarious nature. This young Kerreman is very self-aware and definitely the sort to lean into his reputation and appearance. If he isn't the handsome leading man, then he's the funny friendly fat guy who everyone likes. Things are easier that way anyhow: many more surface friendships and few of the deeper entanglements that can be so problematic.



Blueblood, Copycat

❖ [ M A G N E T I C ] 4 ❖ [ A T O M I C ] 0
❖ [ A R C A N E ] 0 ❖ [ B L O O D ] 4
❖ [ B I N D I N G ] 3 ❖ [ T E M P O R A L ] ?
❖ [ C H E M I C A L ] 5 ❖ [ D A R K ] 0
❖ [ K I N E T I C ] 0 ❖ [ C O M M A N D ] 0

Johann is, ultimately, a terrifying force of nature with the Gift, and his manas' ability to copy spells renders him even more potent. However, his greatest weapon is his mind and his ability to manipulate people. Unsurprisingly, his magic is tailored to fit this skillset. While he can certainly heal competently, he focuses more on fleshcrafting, generation, and regeneration. His use of Chemical and Magnetic magics is specialized in their biomanipulative aspects with some competency in illusion, corrosives, toxins, and energy. For the most part, however, he passes himself off as a healer, transmuter, lightning mage, and explosive chemist, perfectly competent, but not exceptional.

Finally, his massive size proves a boon with magic, giving him a capacity well in excess of most other people. In a pinch, he can liquidate his own energy-rich fat reserves for a sudden burst of power. This is only a last resort, as is - to some extent - combat itself. The best way to win is to never have to fight, or at least to never have to fight anyone who has a chance against you. When nobody's looking, Johann is rather good at punching down.


He should’ve been born a first son. Alas, he was not. While his eldest sister Sybille is now Duchess of Lindermetz and in line to be queen consort, and his elder brother Klaus stands to inherit the duchy upon their father’s passing, little but a name and some share of his family’s substantial wealth is left to Johann, the pudgy little second son. The less that is spoken of his pompous godly younger brother Wilhelm and simpleminded sister Ulrike, the better.

From the time that he was old enough to understand that he was the spare and not the heir, Johann alternated between bitterness and some misplaced desperation to prove himself. Alas, for all that he was warm and kind - qualities uncharacteristic of high Kerreman nobility - Markgraf Klaus was a man of rules and principles, and his dictated that, while Johann was to be loved and provided for, he was not to inherit unless some calamity befell his brother. The ancient rules and the ancient line of Ostermark-Thandau were not to be disturbed or altered in any manner.

Yet, even warmth and care can only extend so far when he who has taken it upon himself to provide them is rarely present. The duties of Klaus - the elder Klaus, that was - kept him away from the family estate for months on end and, if he was a welcome presence to his wife and children, he was also set apart from them. Johann was left, by and large, to his tutors and his own devices.

While Sybille grew into a graceful and intelligent young woman, strong in body, mind, and magic, Klaus spent most of his time outdoors, hunting, riding, playing sports and wargames. Johann preferred books. He was too small to keep up with his vigorous older brother, and so he ate and he ate. Wilhelm was always his mother’s creature, much concerned with following her around, going to worship, and doting on feebleminded Ulrike. Before long, as his siblings went off to Ersand’Enise, the second son was left master of the house, at least in theory. In practice, he was given the small town of Thandau to administer as he saw fit.

His Gift had begun to manifest itself and, by the age of twelve, clever and intelligent Johann was finding ways to use it around the estate and the town. When he was not eating - for it had become a custom of his and his appetite was great - he was studying or at work on some new scheme to improve irrigation in the orchards, reorganize the tax records, reduce livestock loss, or incentivize the peasants to train at arms or send their sons and daughters to school. He shuddered to think that so many were illiterate and most showed little interest in reading or learning. A life without books was an unthinkable thing to him.

Around this time, he also began to develop the usual urges that a young man might at such an age. There was Katherine, daughter of one of the junkers. She was pretty and how he liked to look at her sometimes, but she was dumb. There was Alena, of Kurlich-Karnholdt, who was smart and friendly, but homely and oh-so traditional. Then, there were the many pretty girls about town, like Wilma, Verena, Therese, and Zoe. They fluttered around in their dorrad dresses, always leaning into each other, whispering and giggling as they carried baskets or sacks.

Finally, there was Margerethe, the miller’s daughter, but he knew to avoid her for the difference in their station. This, too, he found paradoxical. Perhaps the body of society needed to be organized, with each part serving its purpose, but there were some people who were clearly ill-suited for their stations or better suited for others. She was bright and beautiful and witty and would just as easily have made a duchess as a miller’s daughter. Johann learned when her father was there and when he was not and he made a point of bringing grain down or running an inspection or some other errand whenever he could. She always seemed to have a grin or a blush when he came around and he began dressing better. Whenever he saw her with the other girls, she would glance his way quickly before turning to them and whispering in hushed, excited tones. He knew that he was not handsome, but Klaus had told him well enough what it meant when girls did that.

Over the course of that dorrad and early rezain, Johann redoubled his studies and the work that he undertook on his family’s behalf. While Klaus was busy drinking and bedding women and casting fireballs at Ersand’Enise, Johann was actively bettering the duchy of Ostermark-Thandau. Often, he would come by Margerethe’s house and bring some book to share with her. He had extra food prepared and would carry it over in a basket so that she might eat like the duchess she should’ve been. Over the warm months, they spent a great many hours together. She confided in him that he was her dearest friend. He learned every bit of gossip about town and her opinions on everyone. Her magic was not so great, but he taught her how to use what she had.

Finally, he received news that, two days hence, his father was to return from an absence of some six months, and with momentous news. Johann burned with indecision. He could make his stand here: appeal to his father’s sense of fairness and desire to better the duchy’s position, and present himself as the clear heir, or he could embrace his insignificance and ask that he might be able to court Margerethe after all, as he was only a second son. It was late in rezain and the leaves were falling in earnest when he went to her to ask for her counsel and confess his feelings. He had taken care to make the moment special: a picnic in a field beneath a great oak tree, her favourite book, cake, and candles.

He left the picnic with cake on his face, having fallen forward when she flinched away from his kiss. He was a friend, a dear friend, she’d insisted, but it was foolish for them to be together. He’d suggested the elope, cheeks burning with shame and anxiety as he’d wiped the icing away, but then she’d been honest: she didn’t love him. She didn’t want to lie to him and use him for his money or station, but she felt no stirring inside of her. Johann had left her with the picnic, left her to clean it up, and walked away. It seemed that his course had been set. He was not beautiful, but he knew, at least, that he was effective.

He met his father on the road, having commandeered one of the grain wagons for the job, as he was not a good rider. There, he regaled the elder Steinbauer with the many great things he had achieved during those six months. He built up towards his case for inheriting the estate, for how much good he could do, and the evidence was all around them as they made their way through Thandau.

It was no longer theirs. Markgraf Klaus had been away arranging the marriage of Sybille to Prince Freidrich and Thandau was part of the dowry. He had, further, arranged for Klaus’ marriage to homely Alena and acquired Karnholdt in the deal. Johann’s work had been for nothing: a waste of resources better spent elsewhere. Furthermore, he had been busy stuffing his face, embarrassing himself about town, and being seen scandalously with a local girl. One who doesn’t even love me, the boy had thought. He was to attend Ersand’Enise himself in three years time, he was to learn, to make social connections, and to bring no further disrepute upon his family. Then, he was to take his place. He could see the wavering in his father’s bearing, hear it - ever so slightly - in his voice. There was none from Johann. He accepted the rebuke in humble good humour and vowed to do better. If he became a bit dissolute afterwards, a bit of a merry, feckless drinker and jolly do-nothing, it was only what was expected of him anyhow. He must never outshine his brother. He must never aspire to more.

Yet, he does.


Johann's motivations are simple: make friends, have a good time, and make the world a better place. He is altruistic sometimes to a fault: there are those among his 'friends' who appear to just use him for the money, status, or academic benefits. However, unless they reciprocate in at least some fashion, they never seem to hang around for long.

He also has his research interests, of course, and he dedicates plenty of time to these, often locking himself in the Grand Library's solitary study rooms or disappearing into the laboratory that occupies the tower of his townhouse. These are basically the only times that he isn't out and about and being social.




Johann dresses as one might expect of someone of his pedigree, but he will almost never be seen carrying any visible weapon or obvious magical paraphernalia or focus. He will always have a few sacks of money on his person, in various denominations, as well as a handful of reagents and an imbued wand. Almost all of his items are, in fact, imbued in some way, though none is of particular note on its own.



Johann is extremely bright, superficially charming and likeable, and is excellent at adapting to unexpected situations and seizing opportunities. He has social and business connections one would not expect of someone his age and will throw his weight around for friends and even acquaintances though, beneath the facade, this is very much a calculated thing. His knowledge of cutting-edge science is nearly unparalleled and he regularly employs it in his studies and everyday life. Finally, he is immensely physically strong, though he rarely makes use of this strength, at the cost of physical endurance. He weighs slightly over 400 lbs, after all.



All of Johann’s charm is skin-deep, or perhaps just a bit more than that, but not much. Beneath the surface, he is a bitter and detached individual with a colossal superiority complex fed, deep down, by a lack of self-esteem. He will make a show of bravery when required but, if there is genuine danger or risk, he will almost always try to weasel his way out of it. Finally, his level of fitness, while improved recently, still leaves much to be desired. For anything requiring stamina, he leans heavily upon his abilities with the Gift.


Colour Code: Goldenrod

“When you try and stand above your clan, mind the ceiling.”

Talkhan might be an absolute joy to be around or an absolute nightmare, depending on the type of person you are. There can be no introverts as long as he is around, given his constant talking and prodding. While he does enjoy hearing himself talk, even if the other person scarcely gets a word in, he is satisfied. That being said, he does have sensitive points, and if you start to push them, you might find his ire. He also has a poor habit of not letting go of things unless they are resolved


Talkhan possesses the physical characteristics and adorned trimmings of a classical Hegelan noble. His flesh has a light shade of pink, only slightly coarse, having been polished to a degree above the typical Hegelan ruggedness. His beard and hair are neatly trimmed to complement his facial shape, giving him a very clean appearance.

In most types of settings, Talkhan’s clothing selection would normally be sharp, akin to that of a regimental officer, but his clothes are worn far too comfortably. His shirt is unbuttoned from the top few buttons, cuffs left open, and even rolled up at times.





Leadvein, Brutalist




“You are sure?”

Talkhan felt his lip curl at his friend’s tone. His fists clenched as his teeth clenched in an effort not to lash out at the slightest of provocations, though neither of them would find themselves surprised. The first son of Kharan MakAndzey did not handle high stress well, becoming more like iron in hardness and brittleness. What could be more stressful than making a life-changing decision? One that a few Hegelans dared to even consider, let alone do: He was leaving the mountain.

The act wasn’t one of exile but, rather, opportunity. The doors of the Great Halls were open, exposing the wide world of Sipenta. Everyone was always telling him how advantageous this would be for his clan. How he’d do them proud, and he wanted to believe that, but somehow, doubt lurked in the back of his mind that he was doing this for selfish reasons. He wanted to escape the pressure and rigidity of his life here. The expectations he was burdened with ever since he could remember. Academics started when he was young, the trade soon after. Fighting came when he was strong enough to pick up a hammer, but the official instruction was dreadfully boring.

Talkhan turned, his shoulders dropping as he relaxed upon seeing his friend’s face. He reached up to clasp his fellow’s shoulder and gave it a slightly too hard squeeze.

“Fundarvi. I’ve never been surer in my whole life.”

Talkhan said, emphasizing with a nod. He'd miss his friend, the corrupting influence he needed to enjoy life even if it stirred trouble. They were little troublemakers growing up, he and all of his tankard brothers. They were all much like him, nobles escaping from responsibility. The drinking games they played led to many outings throughout the hold, causing trouble for the patrolmen. Most of it wasn't dangerous, aside from perhaps getting into fights with the haughty folks from the farms and ranches. All their grandstanding, now that some of them had money, was laughable at best and quarrelsome at worst.

“Ronkhar-az-MakAndzey!”

Fundarvi bellowed reaching up to mirror Talkhan’s clasping shoulder gesture.

“Ronkhar-az-Hagh Ramorghan!”

Talkhan replied, speaking louder as he gave a few pats to his friend. Fight for the clan, fight for the Hold. Every Hegelan hoped to do so in their own way and make their ancestors proud. He just hoped he was doing it for the right reasons.


Outwardly, Talkhan’s maneuver to leave the mountain seems ambitious and daring. Many commend the young lad for his efforts to help his clan grow beyond just the mountain, and gaining trading knowledge from around the world seems like a very practical way to achieve that. There is a part of Talkhan where he justifies himself in that he is doing just that - learning and growing to be better for his clan. However, the secret is, he wants to escape the pressures that come with his role. His family is affluent, one of the richest, and with the mounting pressures of this new economic advantage, selling to other races, and the risks of new money in Hegelan society trying to dethrone old clans, there is a lot riding on Talkhan.


Grungr-a-Alokh - Hammer’s Song - A trivam-smelted warhammer as tall as Talkhan walks. It was a gift from the previous King of Ramorghan to the MakAndzey cousins for their cooperation and discretion, although publicly this was not known. Not even Talkhan is aware of the full backstory, but essentially, his grandfather did some less heroic deeds to secure the King’s place during a turbulent time in Ramorghan's history.

Thirty-Three Cases of Mana Stouts, Ales, and Porters - The son in a line of brewers, he prefers to drink Hegelan brews regularly. While thirty-three cases are a start, he surely doesn’t have enough to get through the whole year. Each brew does raise his RAS level, but he isn’t drinking them for that.

Six Cases of Mana Shots - Each stone casket contains sixteen metal vials of the strongest mana brews to help Talkhan reach his maximum potential.

"Watch out, everyone! Ra'fel's gonna turn invisible and snuggle all your pets without permission! Ooh, yeah! Be very afraid!"

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Owing to her grim and rather turbulent history, Raffaella is more than a little timid around strangers. Combining this with her small stature, her demeanor often reminds others of a small animal, even when forcing herself to act bold and confident. She'll carefully choose the classes that require the least amount of human contact possible, but study her own personal interests on the sly. She's passionate about the things she's interested in and is often buried in books, though sometimes this burial is more literal and also an accident.

She has some health issues that she won't talk about, and is prone to sleepwalking at all times of day and night, giving the Lamplighters a bit of a headache at times. Once somebody finally notices she's gone missing, she's often caught wandering the school grounds at night, wandering outside the school grounds, attending classes she's not supposed to be in while nobody notices her, and generally being truant or absent. Anyway, aside from these silly little hiccups (that totally aren't her fault), Raffaella is generally a well-behaved girl with flawless attendance and a completely clean disciplinary record (self-proclaimed).

Those who get to know her well will learn that she is a sweet thing who wouldn't hurt a fly. The most dangerous thing about her is her occasional sassy sarcasm when she gets super annoyed. Her tastes are generally very girly, loving all things sweet, soft, warm, fluffy, and cute. Oddly, she also seems to like scary campfire stories and monster tales; maybe she actually enjoys being scared? Though, she's a bit secretive about it since it doesn't match her image. Not the type to let a little bullying get her down, she's an indefatigable optimist who just wants to be accepted, and would travel to the ends of the earth with anyone who would welcome her presence in their life.


Her absentminded daydreaming and wandering causes all who are prone to worry no small amount of panic when her absence is noticed. Raffaella, for her part, doesn't seem to think this is a big problem and is a bit too comfortable with being isolated from others, given how vulnerable she is. She doesn't yet have a full appreciation for the dangers of the world, given that she's always had caretakers, even if sometimes they were reluctant ones. She knows precious little about the shadowy forces at work in Ersand'Enise, let alone on the grander scale of Sipenta itself. She tends to be absorbed in her own little world.

Though Raffaella is generally all smiles and comes across as childish, she is unexpectedly comfortable talking about people exactly how they are—warts, scars, missing limbs and all. She is under no such illusion that the world is a perfect fairy tale, or her its princess whom it revolves around. She thinks like a cynical person, but consciously chooses optimism, and this hidden shrewdness catches some people off guard. It can create distrust in her public persona, or create the illusion that nothing bothers her, which can be a problem if others decide that she can handle some mean remarks or being used as an emotional trash can for everyone to vent to. Truthfully, there are plenty of things that will bother Raffaella, but she bottles it all up inside for the sake of everyone involved. Sometimes, spills happen, which generally ends with her settling up on her "crying debt."

Raffaella seeks acceptance and emotional validation with a quiet and unspoken desperation. Her running away from home started as a cry for help, and not much has changed. Though it's generally assumed that she has no control over her sleepwalking, it tends to occur when she is running away from an interpersonal conflict or some bottled-up grief that she has yet to get out of her system. She hates conflict, and open arguments will usually have her freezing up and backing down, then running away to some isolated place to brood. Her troubled childhood left a void of warmth in her heart that she'll seek to fill with anyone who offers even the illusion of familial affection. Any "free hugs" on offer are usually more for herself than for others.

• Virangish (Fluent)
• Inipori (Fluent)
• Torragonese (Reasonably fluent)
• Avincian (Reasonably fluent)
• Revidian (Working on it)
• Perrench (Kinda shaky)
• Méatan (Y̵̡͟͞͏e̕͢ś̡͡ ́s͡i̶̛͝r̀͡ ̡͟ǹ̵͞ó̢ ̕̕҉̢s͏̸͏ì́͘r̶̀҉ ͠͞͏I͜҉̷'̶͡҉m̴̡͜ ҉̷̧̀h͏̵̀͢͢u̸̸̧̕͞n͟͟͞ģ͞r̵͝͝y̸̡͜ ̷̸͠Ǫ̕͟͏K͏͏ ̷̀͜͞I͟͜҉'̀̕̕̕͝m̶͜͜͡ ̕͡s͏̨́͜ǫ̵҉̷r̀́r̵̡͘͟y͟͟͏)

"M-Modeling? Um... I-If I don't have to talk, I guess it's f-fine..?"

A petite young lady of ethereal beauty with gentle and decidedly pink features: hair and eyes—courtesy of a little arcane parlor trick—and often cheeks to match. A mere 45 kg (99 lbs), standing at only 146 cm (4' 10"), she wears a school uniform that's a bit too big and covers her like a blanket. She has some odd taste in accessories that make her stand out from the crowd, which she wears in spite of her terrible shyness. She's the type of girl who likes to have a cute and fluffy animal in one hand, and a source of sugar in the other. She is rarely seen without either, but keeps her hands to herself whenever they're empty, folding them in her lap in a girlish way—or more commonly, inside her sleeves, as she gets cold easily. Despite her insatiable appetite and sweet tooth, she has a tiny frame, and her pale complexion makes her seem somewhat frail, like a gentle breeze might carry her away to some faraway place, never to be seen again.



Raffaella has studied several magicks under the tutelage of the Chamarine Order, primarily chemical. Her specialties are in swift movement by flight, illusions and concealment, and disruption of enemy consciousness—in other words, running and hiding. She can offer support as needed, but prefers to avoid fights altogether if she can. She can strengthen allies with internal chemical and create bandages using alchemy, but she isn't a trained binder by any means. Blood is gross and bones are creepy, so her medical knowledge is essentially nil. Her middling RAS is too low for Atomic or Temporal, and the forbidden schools are—well, they're forbidden, so!

"Loo~k into my eye~s... and smile! Blessing of Joy! How's that?!"

Raffaella has very few memories—and vague ones besides—regarding her original home or her true parents, and she only has them because the divorce took so long. Raffaella was born to a nobleman and a common mistress, and when it became clear to the woman that the birth of her daughter would not result in her ascension into the nobility, she abandoned Raffaella at an orphanage, as the young glutton was quickly becoming too much to care for. This would remain a problem as young Raffaella grew up, with very few interested in adopting her due to the widespread poverty of the area. As she watched all of her friends leave the orphanage (and her) behind, she did not understand why—but she did notice a pattern: the smallest and cutest tended to get snatched up quickly. Desperate to have a proper family and a home, she worked diligently on her appearance—makeup, magic, and eating less—until she was the smallest and cutest of all, despite her nightly habit of sleepwalking to the kitchen.

Finally, the day came, and for a few years she was truly happy. However, history would soon repeat itself as Raffaella could not hide her ravenous appetite from her caretakers indefinitely. Her happy home would quickly become a battleground, her adoptive parents frequently arguing over how to make ends meet. Overwhelmed, she began to spiral, and developed a pattern of running away from home to get away from the ongoing crisis. One day, to her horror, her adoptive parents seemed to have accepted that she'd vanished for good, as she overheard them talking to a traveling mage who explained what she was. It seemed like her adoptive parents didn't even care about her anymore, and were just glad that they wouldn't have to feed her anymore. It broke her heart.

Crushed, she returned to the orphanage, unable to face the false smiles she knew awaited her when she did return home—but the orphanage was much the same. The nuns seemed annoyed that she had returned. In a stroke of luck that was surely owed to her by this point, she didn't have to bear the scorn for very long: the same traveling mage who had been chatting with her adoptive parents just a few days ago happened to find her, and chose to adopt her. She was going to send her to a magic school in Inipor too! Assured that the new environment would help her heal, she departed for the traveling mage's home in Virang. Despite scoring rather low in RAS, the entry-level academy in Inipor accepted her application quickly. Her worries of not fitting in at this new place proved unfounded, as the miniature Méattan became a darling among the Zenos, who affectionately referred to her by the same nickname her new adoptive mother gave her, Küçük. It did, however, result in her receiving more attention than other students, which earned her the scorn of a few—but she always had a support network.



Most would say that Raffaella is an aimless girl. The one thing she believes she knows for sure is that getting married is out of the question, and becoming delinquent and living a life of crime doesn't suit her, so she'll need a job someday—but she's physically frail on account of a history of malnutrition, and ill-suited to physical labor. She loves to play the violin, but seems resigned to her inability to perform on a stage due to her desperately shy personality. When asked, she once told a Zeno some joke about being a "ghost writer" for someone destined to be famous. She loves baking and is determined to make the "sweetest desert ever." To this day, she blames herself for the divorce of her parents and all the familial struggles she's experienced in life, and is often seen in fervent prayer for the flourishing of any and every couple she encounters, earning her the nickname of "Ipte's Penitent." The nuns like to dote on her and make sure she never feels lonely again.



Raffaella, a commoner whose life has been turned upside down multiple times, owns very few possessions. Nuns of the Chamarine Order have provided her with a wide variety of pretty dresses and chic accessories, which seem prone to intermittently become lost items just like their ditzy owner. She does have a few curious things:

"The Eshiran girls gave me this... hat, thing? They were giggling. I don't like it when they giggle! I don't know what it mea~ns!"

Being cute is a privilege, and Raffaella is not against using it... in theory. In reality, she's far too shy to show off, but some consider that part of her appeal. While she won't be winning anyone over with a silver tongue, there's just something disarming about Raffaella's innocuous image that makes her easy to trust. Perhaps it's her meek and slightly clumsy personality, or maybe it's her gentle complexion and honest facial expressions, or it might be her warm and high-pitched voice, or the way she speaks her mind openly about the positive points of others. She loves pink, soft and fluffy things, cute animals, and is easily bribed with sweets—which she regularly sneaks in to any class whose teacher will tolerate it. Raffaella may be easy to look down on, but even for those who find her cutesy persona grating, she's hard to outright hate, especially when she's so eager to help others when asked... even if it's just a way to avoid awkward conversations sometimes.




While Raffaella is generally optimistic and not the sort of person who is "never okay," she does have a few issues, including some health issues that render her rather frail, a fact which is easily forgotten as she flies energetically from place to place. Raffaella prefers to use magic to fly rather than walk everywhere to conserve her energy, which makes the glutton mana type slightly more bearable. She remains a sensitive soul who is quick to get dragged into emotionally charged situations, even if it's something as mundane as a pet cat hit by a cart. She tends to run herself ragged for others at times, perhaps because it distracts her from her fear of abandonment. So long as someone thinks she's useful to have around, she won't be forgotten again.


"Küçük" literally means "small."

Fasha Sumbul

P E R S O N A L I T Y

"Power isn't given; it's taken. And I, my dear, am exceptionally good at taking what I want."

Fasha values the opulence she has acquired rather highly, reveling in extravagant attire and lavish adornments that flaunt her wealth. When it comes to diplomatic matters, she leverages her gift to its fullest extent, often appearing flirtatious as she weaves her charm to achieve her goals. However, she holds a strong disdain for using her powers on people who are genuinely committed to their partners, viewing it as an unforgivable transgression. Not even requests from her father or others in positions of authority can sway her on this matter.

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

"Every smile conceals a motive, every touch a calculated move."

Standing around 5 '1 in height, Fasha exudes opulence through her extravagant attire, showing her wealth with lavish adornments on the expensive fabrics that drape her frame. She is always seen with her signature pipe, a symbol of her indulgent lifestyle. Her carefully crafted appearance, exudes a captivating presence in social circles, allowing her to exert influence and charm over others.

L A N G U A G E S

Virangish - Fluent.
Avincian - Fluent.
Inipori - Near-Fluent.
Malabashi - Near-Fluent.
Perrench - Semi-Fluent.
Revidian - Semi-Fluent.

T H E G I F T

"Why resort to violence when a well-placed whisper can achieve far more? A sword may win a battle, but charm wins wars."

She hates using magic for violence, for using it to charm the opponent and wrap them around your finger is always more lucrative and less work.

B A C K G R O U N D

"I am the whisper of a commoner's dream turned opulent symphony. My roots might be in the dirt, but I've painted them in gold."

Her past, like her present, remains a well-guarded secret. The only thing that is commonly known is that she started from common birth. She had always been a part of the undesirables. She would use her charms upon the rich elite to save funds to enter the Ever-Dreaming Seminary within the heart of their cultural world. Once returning to what she considered her home, she began to build up her own influence.

She had found something light would not dare to touch, something shapeless and shaped recognizably at the same time. After this encounter she could feel her ability to pull the figurative leash tighter as people began to resist her less. She navigated the intricate web of alliances and rivalries, using her charm to weave a web of influence.

Fasha became a figure that could not be crossed easily. Her past as an "undesirable" was a distant memory, replaced by the opulence of her extravagant lifestyle. She had become an enigmatic figure, a puppeteer of the highest order. Her name was whispered in awe and fear and her every move calculated to maintain the delicate balance of power she had crafted.

M O T I V A T I O N

"If the end justifies the means, I am content to use any means necessary"

Fasha is driven by an insatiable lust for more. more influence, more control, more gold, and more power. She operates within the areas where the Sultan's direct gaze seldom falls. However, as her reach expands and her influence grows, it becomes increasingly challenging to avoid catching the attention of powerful figures.

Instead of avoiding the Sultan, Fasha plays a more subtle game. She aims to prove her worth not by confronting him but by controlling what he cannot. By mastering the intricate webs of influence and power that lie beneath the surface of the Darhannic world, she seeks to establish herself as an indispensable force. Her goal is not to challenge authority but to become indispensable to it, operating in realms where the Sultan's grasp falters.

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

"Tea, like a well-crafted lie, is brewed in patience, served in elegance, and sipped in silence. Both soothe the senses, masking bitter truths beneath layers of sweetness."

❖ Resourcefulness: Fasha's resourcefulness allows her to adapt swiftly to changing situations, always finding a way out of tight spots.
❖ Eloquence: Her ability to speak persuasively and with finesse makes her an expert negotiator and communicator. She can articulate her thoughts effectively, whether she's charming, persuading, or deceiving others.
❖ Memory Manipulation: Fasha can selectively manipulate the memories of others, subtly altering their perceptions or erasing specific details.
❖‌ Blackmail: Fasha knows how to use the collected compromising material on influential figures. This knowledge gives her significant leverage.

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

"Indulgence is the spice of life, and I savor every moment."

❖ Hedonistic Tendencies: Her pursuit of pleasure and indulgence can cloud her judgment, leading to impulsive actions and compromised decisions.
❖ Dependence on Charm: Fasha heavily relies on her charm and manipulation, making her vulnerable when faced with those immune to her tactics.
❖ Limited Combat Abilities: While skilled in manipulation, Fasha lacks direct combat abilities. In physical confrontations, she is at a disadvantage, relying heavily on her wit and resourcefulness to escape dangerous situations.
❖ Fear of Vulnerability: Despite her confident appearance, Fasha has a deep-seated fear of vulnerability. This fear can make her overly cautious and hesitant, especially when faced with situations where she cannot control the narrative or emotions of others.

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

❖ Fasha is obsessed with expensive teas from the Rettanese and Nikanese.

❖ She has a monkey bird named Alqafz

“At this Academy, where we all came from isn’t as important as where we all choose to go next.”

Lhoren is a girl who’s still playing catchup with the teenage development that would come from having the social life she missed out on. She puts on the air of the polite, eloquent noble without realising, and is well-educated. This leads to an unusual dichotomy where she appears mature for her age at first glance but is immature for her age in other aspects, when it comes to the art of casual conversation. Despite all, she is a good-natured and well-meaning, kind girl who almost always means well despite her naivete.



With her pale, clear skin, her soft, shiny flowing white hair and her bright amethyst eyes, Lhoren is an eyecatching girl. Not the kind of girl that would often be called cute or hot. Not as much ‘appealing’ or ‘attractive’, as beautiful and pretty like a doll. More something to be admired than interacted with.

Even when not wearing a dress or corset, Lhoren’s casual attire betrays her noble status. She is very fond of frilly smocks and blouses with flowy sleeves, and her skirts , outside of uniform, never seem to go higher than just above knee-length yet never lower than mid-shin



Perrench: Native - Fluent - Verbal and Written
Enthish: Native - Fluent - Verbal and Written
Avincian: Learned - Fluent - Verbal and Written
Revidian: Learned - Advanced - Verbal and Written
Eskandish: Learned - Intermediate - Verbal only



Lhoren has never received specialist or military training of any kind, but her private tutorage did include being tutored on magic, of which she was gifted. She preferred to use simple spells frequently, for long periods of time, and at any convenience permitted. This has led to her deftness and finesse with minute control over her favourite spells and spell combinations being a lot higher than ordinary.

Primary Mana Type - Black Blood
Secondary Mana Type - Thunderchild

Magnetic - 5 (Speciality: Attract and Repel)
Kinetic - 4 (Specialty: Deadstop and Displaced Strike.)
Arcane - 2
Chemical - 2
Binding - 1



The Ashdales were one of the richest and most important families of nobles in Barrowton. A big secret to this was that they had a secret; They were conspiring with Perrence against mainland Enth. They would trade in secrets, military plans, rumours of significant weight and credibility. Any information their liaison wanted to know. They also facilitated the mutual asylum of important allies to their cause to and from Barrowton. When this was found out, they themselves left Barrowton and sought asylum in Southern Perrence. This left Barrowton with a severe power vacuum, and missing most of its money. But they didn’t care.

Lhoren was only one year old during this time, and as such was registered and raised as a Perrench citizen. She was a bright child. Intelligent, beautiful and elegant, yet keen to learn. She wanted to connect with the people around her, especially those her own age, but was always treated as an outcast by everybody. To her fellow Perrench nobles, she was an Enthish-by-blood daughter of treacherous snakes. To the children of the city itself, she was a spoiled, rotten noble. So she never truly made friends growing up.



The last thing Lhoren wants to be is her parents. She has no interest in willingly engaging in the slimy side of politics. She doesn’t want to line her own pockets selling secrets. As a noble, she hasn’t exactly given thought to what kind of role she does want out of life but that’s one of the things she has come to the academy with intent to discover.

In terms of short term goals, one thing Lhoren seeks out above all else is connections with her peers. More than just that, she wants friends who won’t judge her solely on her nobility, her family history or her Enthish blood.



The contents of Lhoren’s dorm room aren’t too alien for a girl her age; makeup, a dressing table, hair brushes and accessories, a full wardrobe and drawers packed with an assortment of different clothes and outfits. The one thing that might not be a common item is a rectangular mahogany box underneath her bed that contains a perrench rapier; a ‘good luck’ gift from her old fencing teacher.

The Solaris are a wealthy family of Revidian merchants who have quietly accrued power and influence over generations. Historically, they have flown under the radar of the nobility, but that changed with their current head, Cosimo Solari, and his secretive involvement with the current Doge of Revidia, Prospero Malatesta. Cosimo had recently married into the nobility, and suddenly, everyone wanted to know who the Solaris were and where they came from—perhaps even use that information to knock them down a peg or eliminate them entirely. By the time anyone knew they were a threat, however, they were too powerful and elusive. It was as if they had suddenly been conjured into existence by Prospero Malatesta himself, and much like him, could not be caught and pinned down. The family is perpetually conducting business and expanding their influence everywhere—and yet simultaneously, in times of danger or distress, they are simply nowhere to be found.



Head of the Solari family, and owner of the Sant'Agata Albignese Trading Company, which he inherited from his father, who inherited it from his father before him. It was under Cosimo Solari that the Sant'Agata Albignese Trading Company became a household name, however. It was during this time that he also assisted Prospero Malatesta's ascension to the position of Doge of Revidia from behind the scenes, in the form of clever business schemes and secret intelligence: two currencies which the elusive Solari family are known for—in the right circles. He accomplished all of this while his father was on his deathbed, and his brother Marco was missing. No one is quite sure how he managed it—and generations later, there is still much disagreement among historians about the actual timeline of events. Some speculate that he used Temporal magic to accelerate his rise to success, resulting in the conflicting records of him being in multiple places at once. There remains no evidence to support this claim, however, and whether or not his recorded RAS of 7.82 would allow him to perform such feats of spacetime warping is in dispute.

After Prospero Malatesta's rise to power, he quietly became jaded from the whole affair. Cosimo had been an idealist, and in the end, merchants were still not afforded the same rights as the nobility—namely, the ability to be appointed Doge. He retained a cordial relationship with l'Anguilla, as he was not fool enough to tangle with the Eel. Deciding that if one can't beat the nobility, one should strive to join them, he would marry young Sofia Yihan Xiang Esparza, taking joint ownership of the Esparza Crown Jewellery Company, and bringing both it and his wealth to new heights. He had always wanted a son to pass these companies down to, as his fathers did before—but after receiving three beloved daughters, he decided it was not to be. His third daughter, Xiuyang, had been convinced that she was being groomed for the role of company owner, but the words of the Twin Emperors of ReTan have cast a shadow of doubt over the affair. Is he trying to protect his youngest from the upcoming war, or has he come to see her as a troubled soul, as the Quentic Church does?



Roughly three generations ago, various families of Rettanese nobility loyal to the Jiang Dynasty fled the pursuing Ten Dynasty, all the way across the Asperic Ocean to Virang, marrying into their noble houses, changing their names. Others who were unable to do so drifted to neighboring countries, including Torragon, where they did much the same. Young Sofia was the granddaughter of one such woman of former Rettanese nobility. Officially, her grandmother was "captured" and "exiled" by the Ten. In reality, the Ten's Black Guard rescued her from their own supporters, who were gleefully taking advantage of the chaos and killing their political opponents in the streets. It was only on her deathbed that she confessed it—how she was secretly grateful to the Ten, and had kept them abreast of any attempts by the former Jiang supporters to organize against them. This news came as a shock to young Sofia and her mother—but unlike her mother, Sofia would continue her grandmother's work to honor her memory. Ironically, her third daughter Xiuyang would become embroiled in another conflict between the Jiang and the Ten, and also choose to support the Ten.

Unaware of her daughter's continued treachery against what she perceived as their ancestral legacy, Sofia's mother would give her the Esparza Crown Jewellery Company—previously owned by her recently-deceased husband—as she saw far more business sense in her than in herself. Cosimo Solari would also take notice of this, and would propose a marriage set to benefit them both. Freshly reawakened to the danger of the unscrupulous nobles of the world that surrounded her, Sofia would eagerly accept, as the head of the Solari family seemed to know how to navigate that world better than anyone. Despite being a merchant, he carried himself higher than most of his class, and it didn't hurt that he was already wealthier than many nobles. For the most part, she lets him run the businesses while she attends to her own private affairs, which includes keeping in touch with their daughters—especially Xiuyang, who, much like her father, has a finger on the pulse of politics, and an eye for business opportunities. Xiuyang has always had her mother's support, though she worries that Xiuyang takes on too much by herself, to the detriment of her health and any possibility of a future marriage.



A stern and somewhat solitary woman who seems poised to inherit the family trading company alongside her husband, in place of Xiuyang. Joru may have abolished the class system, but in the Karoist Revolution—as in all wars—there were winners and losers, and María was determined to marry a winner. Enticed by the Karoist teaching that both sexes are equally endowed by Shune and Dami—and steeped in much the same cynicism as her father—she seeks to gain power and influence in a country that is ruled by its people, for "the people" are, above all things, historically and terminally stupid, and the hard of learning are easily influenced and controlled. If it can be said that there is corruption in Joruban politics, one can rest assured that María Isabel Solari is mired in it. Among the Solari family, only her father is even vaguely aware of her ambitions, as she has mostly broken contact with her mother and sisters since the day of her marriage.



A mischievous young lady who is said to have a strong resemblance to her younger sister, Xiuyang. Under the advisement (pressure) of her father, she married into Virangish-Rettanese nobility. Unlike her cutthroat elder, she loves her husband and enjoys spending her free time irresponsibly. Occasionally she travels all the way to Ersand'Enise just to prank her little sis. In reality, she is exceedingly bored with being set for life, and feels no small amount of guilt living lavishly atop the piles of those suffering beneath her. She is working behind the scenes to make the daily life of the average Virangish citizen just a bit less terrible—but the work is dangerous, the progress is slow and borderline illusory, and—if she's being honest—the whole operation is mostly a self-indulgent waste of time, though an earnest effort of one. As the eccentric middle child of the family, she benefits from her activities being mostly overlooked, even by those who claim that they can track the movements of the Solaris.



The youngest child of the Solari family, and the most rebellious by nature. It's an open secret that she is flirting with other philosophies and religions outside of Quentism, but this is mostly overlooked as an indulgence to be afforded to the young and ignorant—as is her habit of hanging around Yasoi and the street gangs of Mudville. She plays the role of a spoiled child who is growing up more slowly than her peers, showing a surface-level interest in almost anything—indicative of someone who lacks a solid identity. How much of this is real and how much of it is a cover for her true interests is anyone's guess. Despite being a notorious alcoholic partygoer, she seems to be excelling impossibly well in her studies, keeping up with her above-average peers and creating business deals and connections along the way—yet, few among the students have taken notice of this. If the Solaris can be described as being everywhere, and yet nowhere, Xiuyang fits this description the best among her sisters. However, it seems as if Ciro Volta has taken an interest in her—and the feeling seems to be mutual. While few things can be said for certain about Xiuyang, her dedication to the work of Oraff cannot be denied.



A street gang of Mudville, led by an enigmatic figure called the "Six-Tailed Fox." Their identities are unknown, but they are all students of Ersand'Enise, with RAS in the range of mid 6s to high 7s. Each of them specializes in one of the five canon schools of magic. Their status as a "gang" is mostly an aesthetic choice, and their activities are tolerated on account of ranging from benign to beneficial for Mudville residents. Among the youth, they have many admirers and more than a few imitators, making the five true members even harder to track down. In general, their operations can be described as maintaining the status quo of Mudville: a place that's the fun kind of lawless, and not the "so dangerous you should never go there" kind of lawless. Vaguely humanitarian in nature despite their rough-and-tumble appearance, they are perceived as trying to act cool and edgy while doing much the same kind of good works as monks and nuns of the church. In public and polite conversation, everyone agrees that their gang is... kind of stupid. Many support them anonymously, though.





No one can quite put an exact date on when the Sant'Agata Albignese Trading Company became a household name, but the reasons why are readily identified, usually visible on the horizon in the Ensollian Sea, and their effects are felt in port towns and board meetings alike. The Solari family hold an iron grip on the portion of the sea which ranges from Revidian waters to the eastern border of Joru and the western edge of Torragon, a range of influence which pirates of lesser constitution call the "Solari Triangle," down a pint, and shudder.



The company operates three major types of ships which vary in purpose according to its motto: good, strong and fair enterprise. It has three iconic ships which bear the actual names of its purported values, and many other similar but less grand ships that serve much the same function and are never far away.



The Buona Impresa and its subordinate ships strike a balance between speed and power, carrying binders and their medical supplies to their destinations quickly and safely. They also respond opportunistically to distress calls from ships they happen to pass by. It was on the Buona Impresa itself that Xiuyang was first taught in the use of magic before arriving at Ersand'Enise, and it was this ship that delivered her to that destination. Port towns are a breeding grounds for the spread of disease, and these ships are aimed at mitigation efforts on that front. When outbreaks occur under the Solaris' watch, word spreads fast, and the quick response time saves many lives.



The Forte Impresa sends a strong message to would-be pirates of the Ensollian Sea: don't. Naturally, some have criticized the use of warships against vastly outgunned criminals, many of which do so only in difficult times—but those people are in the minority. Imagine having to pay taxes for safer trade routes! Everyone agrees that letting a wealthy merchant's trading company do it "for free" is clearly the superior option. Are they just another "plausibly neutral" arm of the Revidian government? Who cares? In reality, there are not very many of these ships—certainly not enough to police the entire Ensollian Sea on their own. However, there are certainly enough of them to get the sailors talking and fostering a sense of security amongst themselves, which creates stability in the markets—and in the end, isn't that what everyone wants?



These vibrant ships are, themselves, seafaring marketplaces in their own right, tailored to meet every sailor's needs. The decks are covered in colorful tents, and the crews of allied countries' ships can freely board them and browse their wares. In the event of a sudden storm or pirate attack, the tents can quickly be folded up and the wares stowed away, faster than a ship can be boarded. A few critics have accused the company of charging outrageous prices for emergency supplies, but after a thorough investigation, the prices were determined to be "non-exploitative" by Revidian authorities. Additionally, it was found that the launch of this line of ships has caused (statistically) significant decreases in the number of delayed shipments, ships lost at sea, and even mutinies.



Supplying shops in every major port town—including Ersand'Enise—their brands are ever at the competitive edge of current fashion. With the rise in popularity of Hegelan crafting, a market for functional jewellery has emerged, and the Solari family quickly seized the opportunity to stay ahead of the competition. In their haste, however, they seemed to have reached too far. In an unsuccessful venture code named "Operation Hairpin," the Solari family—primarily Xiuyang's uncle, Marco Solari—attempted to end the Hegelan monopoly on their own crafting methods. When Marco Solari vanished without a trace, the operation was quietly put on ice, its paper trail burned. Despite this crushing defeat, however, the company remains profitable, and is known to pay its store clerks a very competitive commission.

Trypano Somia
RAS
With hat: 8:68, Without hat: 8.54
Magic Skills

Magnetic: 1.
Arcane: 0.
Binding: 5.
Chemical: 2.
Kinetic: 0.
Atomic: 0.
Blood: 4.
Temporal: 2.
Dark: 0.
Command: 0.
Primordial: 0.
Mana Types

Primary or Viral: Redblood
Description: 58% of humans and yasoi, mainly found in non-noble lineages, ~1/2 people – these are people from non-magical lineages who manifest magical power. This is often (but not always) of negligible capacity, but they have a higher chance of manifesting a second, rare Mana type.
Mechanical effects: Higher chance of manifesting a second, rare Mana type.
Secondary: Blood Child.
Description: Appears universal, but often in children revived using blood magic, 24/1000 magic users – Bloodchildren are almost always albino, and are excellent at drawing from matter and at matter reconstitution. They possess a natural proclivity for Binding Magic, but some secretly dabble in Blood Magic. They have an alarming tendency to self-damage and to damage allies when not careful with their drawing.
Mechanical effects: (Couldn't find the mechanical description, just going off memory) Spells using Blood or Binding are raised by one RAS Modifier tier.
Aberrative: (None... Yet.)
Description: N/A.
Mechanical effects: N/A
Sacred Fruits

Fruit One: Golden Apple.
Description: An Apple but, like, gold.
Mechanical effects: General: Gain signature spells when total skill points reach 4, 8, 12, 16, and 20. If both fruits are owned, this takes place at thresholds of 3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, and 21.
Golden Apples: All thresholds for using skills above tier level are lowered from 12 to 6. All research checks gain advantage.

Items & Animals

Number
Item Name
Description
Mechanical Effects
1
Brewmeister's Bowler
This stylish but no-nonsense bowler imbues its wearer with a +4 resistance to all internal chemical rolls, poisons, toxins, hallucinogens, and alcoholic effects. Will allow them to cause mild to severe drunkenness in targets upon physical contact, mechanically similar to sense-master abilities. Will tend to put them in a ‘gruff’ mood when worn. Provides 18 manas.

Consumables

Number
Consumable Name
Description
Mechanical Effects

1
Mending Vertebrae
An item created by Trypano, it applies her efforts to make an enchanted item with greater longevity. This bone may still not hold up longer than a use but the delay in it's release marks an important step in her study of the art.
When activated the device will release a slow but steady stream of healing, mending the user over several turns before crumbling away as the consumable expends itself.

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Mending Vertebrae
An item created by Trypano, it applies her efforts to make an enchanted item with greater longevity. This bone may still not hold up longer than a use but the delay in it's release marks an important step in her study of the art.
When activated the device will release a slow but steady stream of healing, mending the user over several turns before crumbling away as the consumable expends itself.

3
Mending Vertebrae
An item created by Trypano, it applies her efforts to make an enchanted item with greater longevity. This bone may still not hold up longer than a use but the delay in it's release marks an important step in her study of the art.
When activated the device will release a slow but steady stream of healing, mending the user over several turns before crumbling away as the consumable expends itself.

4
Mending Vertebrae
An item created by Trypano, it applies her efforts to make an enchanted item with greater longevity. This bone may still not hold up longer than a use but the delay in it's release marks an important step in her study of the art.
When activated the device will release a slow but steady stream of healing, mending the user over several turns before crumbling away as the consumable expends itself.

5
Mending Vertebrae
An item created by Trypano, it applies her efforts to make an enchanted item with greater longevity. This bone may still not hold up longer than a use but the delay in it's release marks an important step in her study of the art.
When activated the device will release a slow but steady stream of healing, mending the user over several turns before crumbling away as the consumable expends itself.