[CHAR] Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

[Avemelle]

TOHRU

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"His eyes are lonely and sad. They echoe a distant song, a song of fear. His hands covered by gloves, scarred with burns of the past-- a distant war always at the back of his mind."

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ELIZABETH

"She is a bird, a small one. It chirps a soft melody that lures a broken warrior. "

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APPROVED CHARACTER SHEETS

[RoccanIronclad]

APPEARANCE

My Hider

Name: Walt Grismer

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Magic: Enchanting, mostly cast through the gauntlet.

Personality: Walt is pretty optimistic for the most part, he loves the idea of the old west and the gunslinger, not only that but he idolized his father, a police officer in the local precinct, he wanted to be the hero, the man on the front line laying down life and limb to protect the weak, even if he was weakened himself. Walt did have one terrible trait, he is a fighter, growing up in the wrong end of town he had to fight just to keep lunch money or his shoes or what have you.

Biography:

My Hider

Walt grew up in the rougher end of town, he spent a lot of days with the frozen peas against his face, especially when it came to talking about the police. Walt's father is a police officer in the city, a detective, and has put many people away, and this made Walt see his dad as the perfect blend of Sherlock Holmes and John Wayne. Evenings after school Walt would get out his toy gun and pretend to play cops and robbers with his brothers, they like to be the robbers so that worked for him, he only ever wanted to be to cop.

Walt received his gauntlet when he was ten, it was awesome, he had magic at his fingertips, and he tried to learn how to use it, but every time he tried a new spell, a new school of magic, he felt like it wasn't working. Flames were showy but useless, energy seemed cool, most of them were neat but when he was approached by a teacher named Nina Sarkarev things worked themselves out.

"You seem unhappy with the options you have, tell me what is it you want to be?" She was pretty and kind, with a voice like honey, she had to be a fairy.

"I just want to be a policeman like my dad, he never uses magic, says he doesn't need it." Walt wanted to have magic, it was so cool to think that he could do the things he saw on television. his family wasn't magically gifted, but he was different, he had the chance to use it.

"Well, maybe you need a tool belt?" The woman smiled, she had a mischievous grin, it took away from that beauty she had, but this sounded good, a way to be flexible and adaptive in the line of duty.

Walt's eyes widened as he thought it over, "How? how can magic give me that?"

"Enchantments of course, I can teach you how to enchant small items with magical properties, they aren't big, but they are versatile. All I ask is a favor of my own, not today but maybe years from now, I may need your help, and with this power you could do it." She had him eating from her hand, no doubt she knew he was going to take it. Take it he did, she taught him to enchant, not a widely used talent, the need of more material made it unsuited for most magicians, but once Walt started to get the hang of it, he could see the possibilities. Walt needed more experience, more time, something to get him past the level he was reaching, something so that when Nina called, he would be ready.

Extra: The only current items he carried are his sapphire earring that enhances his hearing, and his cap gun which he will enchant each charge as needed.

[MissCapnCrunch]

Name:
Charlize Roscoe.

Age:
Sixteen.

Gender:
Female.

Race:
Human.

Magic:
Light Manipulaton: With an eventual main focus on visual illusion and light healing.

Personality:
Humorous. Good Work Ethic. Charming. Faithful. Blunt. Irrational. Risky.

Biography:
A grandmother raising a grandchild alone was extremely challenging. You can only imagine how hard it was in a world filled with magic and extreme scientific advances. Charlize's grandmother was a tough parent both in personal strength and her strictness. She felt this new advanced technology use was not to be replaced by a good work ethic or a traditional use of magic. However, when Charlize turned eight years old she humored the young girl and got her, her very first gauntlet. Charlie had been begging for it for years after all, and grandma's were always known for spoiling their grandchildren.

Charlize discovered her favorite use of her gauntlet were during sessions of hide and go seek. Her petite frame didn't take up much space as it was but, when she discovered she could direct light in a way to make her practically invisible- well, the kids didn't really want to play with a 'cheater'.

Charlie ended up getting herself in a lot of the wrong groups when she became a preteen. One group of girls would encourage her to use her gauntlet knowledge to shoplift for them. Soon enough this became her outlet for a good time. That was until she realized that they had been using her and not really had been her friends all along. It gave the girl a bias view on magic, despite it running the world around her.

When the world got turned upside down, Charlize's grandmother went on lock-down mode, removing all signs of frivolous magic that the two had. Though, this definitely did not stop the girl, she began looking into and researching more into the traditional ways of magic. Though she was not prevailing very well in making anything come from it, she felt like she was learning something and that was important.

Extra:
Favorite color is red.
Afraid of the dark.
Can't ride a bicycle.

[Fabricant451]

Rinh Fashonti

Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Magic: In the traditional sense, Rinh's talents lie within the field of Transmutation. Specifically in the breakdown and reapplication of chemicals and elements. Her magic is performed exclusively through a Gauntlet that has been slightly modified to work with her brand of magic. Her Gauntlet breaks down concoctions and items into their chemical components and through the Gauntlet being a catalyst a reaction, or spell, is produced. An example is having vials containing water, fertilizer, and the roots of certain plants would be broken down to their base and when the Gauntlet is used to cause a reaction, fire is produced. It's a bit more complicated as it goes, and she's not nearly at the level where she's truly getting all chemical, but her affinity lies more in line with science than out and out magic.

Given that her magic is based on science and preparation, she tends to carry around vials for chemical combinations that she's familiar with.

Personality: Rinh is rather studious given that so much of her day-to-day activities involve essentially scientific research. She isn't the type to get absorbed in her studies of chemistry and the elements of the world; as she puts it: 'I'm objective, not obsessive'. Rinh takes failure harshly and personally, seeing every failed bit of chemical magic as a mark against her and her eventual reputation. It isn't uncommon for Rinh to fall into a slump after a series of failures, which is when she knows to step away, get outside, and either wait for inspiration or to socialize - whichever happens first. She is friendly enough, though she can be quite long winded and exhausting to talk to once she starts controlling the flow - but to her credit she realizes when she's doing it for the most part.

Biography: The best thing that happened in Rinh's life was being told 'no'. When she asked her parents to teach her about magic, she was met with a firm no which in turn led to her picking up books. The books didn't really help her with any sort of practical application, but it still instilled her with a drive to do more. To become a magician of note. The problem was with her parents, who weren't the biggest fans of magic despite its numerous helpful applications. Rinh didn't question their reasons, nor did she let that stop her.

Her drive was recognized when, after being found reading magic theory books in the attic, her father relented and explained their opposition. Her family had ancestral ties to nonmagical sorts who were involved in the war long before Rinh's time. Those scars ran deep and the dislike of magic was instilled in the family across generations. Old biases. Old wounds. Rinh didn't believe she had to be bound to the scars of a family she would never know while her father explained his own biases, namely how the use of magic drove the decline of natural resources and that magic itself wasn't some infinite possibility. He feared that people relying overly on magic would be like a child in the event of a magical decline.

That conversation was integral to Rinh's development. She understood, mostly, her father's beliefs but promptly disagreed with them. Still undeterred, her parents pooled some resources and gifted Rinh a gauntlet, thinking it was a fair compromise since really what could a Gauntlet do with someone coming from a bloodline of nonmagic sorts? Rinh saw both opportunity and challenge and rather than immediately start casting rudimentary spells she wanted to see how the Gauntlet worked. And how she could make modifications.

Her goal was simple in idea but far from it in reality. She could likely never use 'real' or 'traditional' magic given the bloodline of her family, so she turned to the other great power of the world: science. What was science but magic of the mind and the world around them? Was it not technically magic when water turned to ice?

Rinh brought forth the idea to her parents or really anyone who would listen of challenging the ideas of magic power. Couldn't someone with a Gauntlet be just as powerful, magically, as someone using traditional magic? Everyone she spoke to told her the same thing. No.

And every time it just made Rinh more determined.

Extra: Just a little fun fact but Rinh, when she isn't trying to break things down into elements, is a fairly decent cook.

Another, less fun fact, is that she never travels without a little notebook which contains chemical formula and compounds and is basically her entire magical diary.

[Kidd]

Mirabelle Kingston | 19 | Half-Elf

About

MAGIC

Transformation. Mira is loosely capable of shapeshifting parts of her body: her nails into claws, for example.

PERSONALITY

Mira comes off as rather quiet and serious. Once you get to know her...that doesn't really change. However, she is a woman of action rather than words. She prefers to express her loyalty or friendship physically or through material goods. As a result, she can be rather generous if she warms up to you. On the flip side, those she dislikes get none of the love. Instead, she can be surprisingly snarky and rude if you make a bad impression with her. Mira has a rather dry sense of humor--some would say she doesn't have one at all--and it's difficult to make her smile. Despite coming off as rather introverted, Mira generally craves stimulation from the world around her and falls easily into competitive activities, such as video games and martial arts. In addition, her snarkiness seems to be lost on elven family members, sometimes making her seem meek.

BIOGRAPHY

The Kingston family is renowned for their upholding of the status quo: peace, magical aptitude, philanthropy and charity, politeness, etc. However, Mira is a blight on a pureblood elven family's perfect record. She was born of an affair, her mother merely a human. The Kingstons are rather distasteful of the mixed bloodline, but luckily for Mira, they must maintain their reputation especially now as the world falls into chaos. Mira was raised between the two families, but often made to feel like a stranger among her elven half. Outright abuse is deplorable to the Kingstons, but emotional neglect is a lot more passive.

Among the Kingstons, she grew privileged enough to have access to education in magic. Forever a disappointment to her father and his family, however, she struggled to catch on. Transformation magic came easiest to her--and she still dawdles in it from time to time--but even that proved too difficult for her among the pressure and discontent she felt from her peers and teachers. She was slowly pushed away from formal training in magic.

Needless to say, Mira is happiest at home with her mother. Sometimes she stands out among her human family: she has long and slender limbs, perceptive eyes, and her ears are slightly pointed. But they care for her all the same. School has always been easy for her whether it was upper level physics or a rough PE teacher. Even then, though, she was always chalked up to being the shy kid and generally left alone by her classmates. It seemed to suit her, and she found quiet happiness in hand held video games and other simple distractions.

Since graduating, however, she has felt lost. She works simple jobs and still lives with her mother--occasionally visiting her father's side to maintain appearances. She has a tentative interest in beauty school due to her passion for fun colored hair, and has recently worked up the courage to finally apply.

EXTRA

• When she fell out of magic, she turned to martial arts instead.
• She's ambidextrous.
• She has a nose piercing.
• As a half-elf, half-human, Mira is unable to have children of her own.

[Raider Dog]

Luther

Luther Miller

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Height:
6'1

Magic:
Electricity.

Personality:
Luther is a rather silent man who mostly keeps to himself while giving off a sort of irritated aurar that sometimes causes others to avoid him, but when he does interact with others people are quick to see his laid back demeanor. He can be rather lazy actually and has a few issues falling asleep in odd places. Luther is also quite the fighter and finds himself getting into a few scrapes here and there. It's sort of a natural talent when it comes to fighting and he has come to enjoy it a bit, but he never is the one to start a fight because of what his brother taught him. Luther is also a very determined person, if he sets his eyes on something then he will do all he can to obtain it. He can also be incredibly reckless. Finally Luther is honest person who practically cant tell a lie.

Biography:
Luther grew up with his older brother Ken since their parents had been arrested for suspected murder charges. He was never told anything else, but at this point he doesn't care enough to look into it. So he simply lived with his brother at the age 6 and left the few memories of his folks behind him. Him and his brother lived within a rather poor neighborhood, but they would always manage to get by. Sadly though Luther suffered from a group of bullies that mocked him about his parents. They laughed, spat and pushed him around while stating he'd end up just like them since they had the same blood. This made Luther resent his parents even more and caused him to fall into a state of depression for awhile. Finally though he was pushed to far by the bullies when they had become more violent then usual and drew blood by slamming him into the streets pavement. Dazed and angry Luther stumbled to his feet and finally felt his limit shatter. He threw himself into the bullies and nearly fought them off, but in the end his attempt to defend himself was met with an even worse beating.

He returned home that night, beaten, bloodied and defeated. When his brother saw his condition he was quick to help him get cleaned up while questioning what happened. With shameful teary eyes Luther told him what happened and expressed his frustration with his weakness. As Luther vented out his anger and frustration he finally begged his brother to teach him magic, any kind that would help him grow stronger. Ken was of course hesitant since Luther was only 10 at the time, but he ended up agreeing to teach him something. After a few days Ken decided to teach Luther electric based magic, just like him. He was given a metal staff that was retractable and a few rings to act as his vessels. Luther was taught the basics and Ken thought that it was good to leave it for now since Luther had shown to be a quick learner. When Luther finally learned of a way to defend himself he found it odd that his bullies were no where to be seen. Confused, but happy at the same time he shrugged it off and was just pleased to have some sort of strength now with him.

As the years went on Luther grew up with a bit more confidence, though he continued to avoid people thanks to the unkind experience he had with the bullies of his past. Though with such things happening to him he let it go as he found his laid back and lazy side. Luther has grown to be a decent, quiet person who continues to practice with his magic.


Extra:
Luther is actually a huge basketball lover, it's the only thing to bring him out of his lazy mood.

[HokumPocus]

Cerrad Toh

Name: Cerrad Toh

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Magic: Earth-based summoning

The earth magic hailing from Tembrot village is a branch of traditional magic that bases its rituals off of positive aspects related to the earth. Austerity, endurance, hard work and a strong connection to your community are seen as the most ideal characteristics one can have as a magician.

A magic ritual from another branch might require rare ingredients or something similarly extravagant; Earth rituals are different in that they involve a similar amount of effort but are focused on the willpower of the individual above all else. Possible rituals include running around a rock several hundred times, digging a giant hole and filling it up, carving ridiculously large spirals in the earth, etcetera. Even with willpower as the main focus, kinship is almost as important. Male earth magicians are often required to build ornamental mud houses to channel a paternal energy for barrier magic, while their female counterparts might be tasked with sculpting humanoid and animalian figures to channel maternal summoning magic.

Cerrad’s femininity severely hampers his ability to achieve the power of a true Tembrot wizard. He is currently able to summon a warthog piglet and an adult warthog. Summoning the adult warthog is a difficult and time consuming process, and he is currently in a tumultuous relationship with both creatures.

Biography

Cerrad grew up in a small town of earth magicians where hard work and endurance were revered. Despite relentless training by his father, Cerrad was unsuccessful in casting magic and grew increasingly bitter and frustrated, eventually deciding to live away from his parents as an act of defeat. Most of his family was patient with his incompetence and frequently reminded him that he was welcome to return, but the overly self-critical Cerrad refused and opted to live a mundane life to avoid further disappointment.

Or so it seemed, until he accidentally summoned a warthog piglet after a particularly hard day of work. It took only a small amount of time to recover from the taboo act of performing women’s magic, as he realized that this meant he wasn’t completely hopeless. For the next couple of years he trained in secrecy, with the poor results expected from someone with no magical mentor and a suffocated schedule.

Personality

Since summoning is the feminine half of Tembrot magic, Cerrad views his limited abilities as shameful and will give false and vague answers on his magic and upbringing. He is an incredibly vain perfectionist who despises being dirty in any way, and puts a large amount of effort on his appearance.

He dislikes children and animals because of their helplessness and he considers anybody who isn’t self-sufficient to be below him and unworthy of being assisted. All of his mannerisms and personality traits are a direct contrast to the ideal Tembrot magician, a fact he is acutely aware of, although mentioning it would infuriate him to no end. Cerrad has a short temper and is normally annoyed or angry, which can be easily seen by the way he grits his teeth when going through either emotion. His voice will also shift from being soft and gentle to sounding like a bitter old man while ticked off, with his traditional tastes in clothing enhancing the effect.

Extra

• Hands are always cold
• Refuses to name his familiars
• Earth staves should be plain unlike his, but he hates their appearance
• Has a pouch filled with dried fruit, a common ingredient in earth summoning rituals
• Hates tea but drinks it regularly

[Carlyle]

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[Raging Fenrir]

Shuichi Yuuto

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Magic: Griffin Blood – The ancestors of the Yuuto family conducted a forgotten rite that infused their bodies with Griffin blood. This gave them innate access to a range of powerful magic, and Griffin blood flows through all of their descendants’ veins. Shuichi’s abilities have thus far manifested in the form of minor wind elementalism.

Personality: Calm, aloof, and friendly, Shuichi has gotten a reputation for being a daydreamer. He is soft-spoken, though not shy, and is generally welcoming to all kinds of people. He is an intelligent young man, though he’s easily distracted and often goes on fanciful tangents. He is happier to follow than to lead, and is reluctant to take risks or do dangerous things… but can be pressured to do so.

Biography: Shuichi’s parents are both successful businesspeople. His father works in upper management for a major conglomerate, and his mother is the CEO of a major company. Needless to say, Shuichi has never wanted for worldly goods. He was preened and pruned to be a businessman since before elementary school. Academically he did fine. However, his demeanor made him ill-suited to the more aggressive aspects of running a business. His presentations were meandering and unfocused, he was kind to his competitors, and frankly, he was careless with his money; good at spending it, bad at making it.

His parents upped the pressure, of his studies, sending him to lessons and seminars after school, and essentially eliminating any opportunity he had for a social life. This proved ineffective, and his younger sister began to show more promise, so his parents turned their attention more towards her. Shuichi’s time was freed up, but he was a bit of an outcast in high school. Not many people wanted to be friends with the weirdo rich kid who somehow managed to never have money on him. So, he played the roll of a social chameleon; getting along with everyone, but not close to anyone, and so he just wistfully glided through his life.

[Lord Orgasmo]

Alex

Name: Alexander Black

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Race: Human

Magic: Eldritch. Think Occultism, summoning horrors, playing with the minds of men through intense fear, and getting power from old gods. Eldritch magic focuses mainly on the sanity aspect of things, from reducing men to writhing, raving madmen, or summoning the eldritch to do your bidding, whether it be menial labor, guarding, or fighting. Alex currently can summon an eldritch horror to do his bidding, as well as shoot black smoke that shows a person's worst fear in a monstrous form.

Personality: Sarcastic, Sadistic, and with questionable judgement at best, not to mention a little loopy from eldritch exposure.

Biography: Alex was born to a pair of fairly well off set of parents. A businessman, and a banker, Alex would surely be a happy child. And he was. Alex, throughout his childhood, was fascinated with old things.
Ruins, artifacts, and old buildings were some of Alex's favorite things. Family vacations would usually involve tours through caves, or visits to museums. And Alex loved it.

During his sophomore year, he was asked the age old question "What do you want to be?" And of course, he already had an answer in mind. "An Archeologist!" And so he graduated high school and began his career as an Archeologist. Sort of.

When he was about 21, he decided to go on another cave tour, just for old times sake. But then he thought to himself, "Why don't I find my own cave?". Of course! This is what archeology was all about, finding your way through the unknown. So, he set off.

But where to look? Perhaps the mountains? Or the desert an hour or two away? Yeah, he'd start there. Making sure to have plenty of water, a turban for heat protection, and a few other possessions, he set off into the desert

Dear god this place sucked. How could it possiy get so hot? And there's sand stuck everywhere! Suddenly, through the sandy plains, he spotted a large rock, coming out of the sand. Running up to it to take a break from the heat, he noticed that it was not a rock, but a cave entrance! How odd!

Running inside, the temperature immediately plummeted. It felt like the beginning of winter for some reason. The cave went down and down only getting colder, eventually sprawling out into a large central room. Looking around, there wasn't much. Just some rocks. But as he turned to leave, some strange marks on a large stone caught his attention.

They were letters! But... not any words he knew. He looked closer and repeated the words aloud: OL ZIR A NOCO DE ELO. What could that mean?

Suddenly, the rock began to shine with a blinding light, and Alex felt his senses fade. Feeling the sensation of "waking up," he opened his eyes. All around him was endless swirling purple darkness. He couldn't move,
Just the sensation of falling. Out of the darkness, something even blacker appeared to writhe in the darkness. It got closer and closer, until he was face to... face(?) With a horrid shifting mass of eyes and tentacles.

He was overwhelmed fear as the creature's oily tentacles began to wrap around him. He'd felt fear before, but this... nothing could describe the horror he was feeling.
He could not scream. He could not move. He could only observe and accept.

Once completely wrapped up, two of the creature's eyes began to float down to meet Alex's fearful gaze. A booming voice spoke in his psyche: "OL EDNAS ELASA"

And just like that, it was over. Alex opened his eye once more, screaming in pure horror. He was back in the cave. His head was pounding as strange new knowledge swam in his head. Some strange language was also present in there. He sat up and looked back at the rock. It was still there. But the words were now... familiar to him.

"I am a servant of God" What the hell? What had he gotten himself into? He realised he was still shaking from fear,
Or perhaps it's the cold? Either way, he needed to get out. Now.

He turned to Sprint out, when something appeared in his mind. A strange creature, and some sort of chant?
Was this some sort of vision? He stuck his hand out towards the center of the room and repeated the chant.
"TOREZODU EN NOCO"

And enormous swirling... portal... looking thing opened in the floor. A clawed arm reached out and gripped the stone floor, and a creature began to claw its way out.

What the hell is that? Oddly enough, Alex felt no fear this time. He guessed after seeing that tentacle thing,
This thing was relatively tame. Alex began to walk backwards, and the creature followed. It continued to follow him, even out of the desert, back to his car, but it stayed at a respectable distance. It seemed intelligent enough. Maybe he could keep it?

Well, this creature wouldn't fit in his car very well so,
Seeing no other option, he asked the creature "Can you go home please? I'll summon you again later! Promise!"
The creature began to slowly fade, until it was gone. Well, that was easy. Alex returned home, the images of the tentacled horror still in his mind.

As the time passed, Alex began to get more in-tune with his magic. He eventually got a wand, made of pointy hickory, and lacquered to prevent damage. The creature, Alex would name Chuckles, and after sifting through his new knowledge, found it was known as a "Shambler".
He also would learn a new spell. He soon learned a fear kind of spell. He would throw out his hands (Or wand) and black smoke would billow out, and according to his friends whom he cast the spell, once you look into the black fog, you see monstrous versions of your worst fear.
Trying the spell on himself, Alex could confirm: this is true.

Still on the road to becoming an Archeologist, he resumed his studies, while also making sure to touch up on his magic.

Extra: Loves Coffee
Wears size 14 shoes
Allergic to shrimp

[SilverPaw]

Ian A. Graham

Ian Argonne Graham

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Magic: Necromancy. At most, Ian is able to resurrect something as large as a medium-sized dog. The longest time he has been able to keep a (small) resurrected servant so far has been three months; after that he must perform the ritual again. He knows of the spiritual world, but his attempts to contact it or interact with it have been unsuccessful. He is decent at potion-making, though his concoctions are relatively simple.

Personality: Ian is primarily an introvert, as he hasn’t many (pleasant) experiences with others, the exception being his caretaker River. Because of that, he tends to feel rather possessive of those few who are close to him. He doesn’t mind initiating conversations, but he is reluctant to reveal too much about his past – something people are naturally curious about. There are also additional aspects which make connecting with others challenging for him, such as his aloofness, cautiousness, independence and what most others consider a very strange stance on life – but what is normal for him as a necromancer. As is usual for magicians of his kind, he views life and death as intertwined and (to some degree) interchangeable; both are to be respected and even cherished.

He is oriented towards seeking knowledge and wisdom and his intelligence shows in the ease he has learning and understanding things. To his embarrassment, he is still somewhat uncomfortable with the most recent technological advancements, since he spent most of his time indoors and the place he lives in is a tad outdated in that regard. This may make him seem old-fashioned in the eyes of others, but Ian is curious enough to get updated, as it were, in his own free time. His main interest is still magic, which he sees as the symbol of beauty and strength. Though he may seem unambitious on the surface, content to live a simple life, he is dedicated to his interests and willing to put effort when pursuing them.

Biography: Ian hails from a powerful necromancer family, famous for producing healers, exorcists, psychics and fortune-tellers, spirit communicators, dark magicians and blood magi. The Argonnes and their relatives were aware of the mana decrease and saw Ian and his weakness as being the first sign of calamity in their line. His parents have put him through gruelling training, but it was obvious that although Ian was intelligent enough to comprehend the theory, his practical performance was much poorer compared to other children. When the standard tutoring failed, his relatives attempted several rituals which were supposed to open and strengthen his connection to magic and the spiritual, but those barely helped Ian.

After all their attempts to make Ian stronger failed, they practically abandoned and exiled him, though the deal was wrapped in pretty words, pitying glances and sentiments of regret. As for Ian’s feelings on the matter, he was devastated at first, disappointed later and mostly relieved after that – he came to be glad he didn't have to compete with all of his prodigious relatives any longer, content not to be bullied for supposedly being the one who would ruin their family’s magics. Now, Ian has mostly come to accept his abandonment (or so he prefers to believe) and knows to appreciate that the person – River Graham – whom his parents have left him with has been so competent when taking care of him, and all things considered, is a good person.

Besides being enrolled in a regular school, Ian practiced his necromancy on his own and became apprenticed to River, a witch. Out of her various spells, powers and abilities, Ian was most suited to learn potion-making, since the art mainly combines ingredients that can be classified as “dead” and requires patience, finesse and control rather than (magical) power. During his schooling, he was a bit of an oddity; he was apprenticed to a woman who was technologically challenged (being at least a decade behind the times), he was the only necromancer there, he was presumed to be a bastard child and all in all, he had trouble fitting in. This only strengthened Ian’s interest in pursuing knowledge – at least books were ever-present companions. The recent mana decrease panic hasn’t affected him much, because he had always practiced his magic in private or with River, and he had never been strong initially. He does think it a shame that his potions also seem to be losing some of their potency, however, and fears what would happen if magic ceased to exist at all – he may not be proficient, but he still considers it a vital part of his life and of the whole world.

Extra:
He enjoys photography and drawing.
His bone wand and some arcane tomes are the only keepsakes he has left from his family.
He keeps several indispensable tools and basic ingredients required for necromancy and/or potioneering well-taken care of, and has a travelling case for them.
His favourite resurrected servant so far has been a raven and he keeps one at home - it's more of a pet than anything else, especially since magic has been prohibited in public.

[baraquiel]

rabbit boy

might be a bit large (that's what she said)

Name: Vincent "Vince" Wolfram
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race:Half-human, Half-Rabbit

Magic: Emotion Bubbles = Vincent can produce what he calls as "emotional bubbles". When a being is trapped in one of his bubbles or whoever pops the bubble will begin to feel the emotion that the bubble contained. However, Vince has no control nor does he have any idea what emotion each of his bubbles contain. Note that this magic is not a form of water magic as Vincent has no control over bodies of water. The emotional bubbles are just his premature form of emotion magic. Additionally, he'll absentmindedly form these bubbles whenever he's daydreaming or even when he's asleep. If these situations arise, just wake him up and the bubbles will automatically pop.

Personality: He is very quiet at all times, not to mention he always wears an expressionless face and listless personality, leading to people thing of him as someone who can't feel any emotions at all. He's really a lazy individual but makes it up for his resourcefulness on how to quickly finish his task. He's always staring into space, daydreaming about things and ideas that he could add to his novel. Vince really likes snoozing, which is what he will do every time he has the opportunity to do it. He's actually really smart for someone his age, he just lacks the energy to do it, one would say. Despite this, he is a very friendly guy once you get to know him. However, it would be a grave mistake to underestimate a Wolfram like him for despite his lazy personality, he's secretly the quickest in his family. The only times one can see him become energetic and vigorous are in life-and-death situations, and also in cases that involve food.

Biography: The Wolframs, being half-rabbits, are known to be the most energetic of their race. So much that in every event that has sports, marathons, or anything that requires running, a Wolfram would always be present. Not only that, the family has a continued lineage of practicing kinetic energy, so you can only imagine when little Vincent came into the picture.

Vince is the youngest of three siblings, the elder brother a world renowned triathlete while his sister, the second sibling, an Internet-famous traceuse. His mother is a coach for their country's female rugby team and his father is a gym and fitness instructor. Each of the jobs that his family has was their dream come true. In Vince's case, his only difference is that he dreams of becoming a novelist and a musician.

His parents were very shocked when they learned about his dream. At first, they really found it hard to believe that a Wolfram like him would dream of a relaxed and laid back life. Where his older siblings are full of energy and always on the run, he would be snoozing and watch movies on television. And on each of their 18th birthday, the eldest wished for a mountain bike and the second running shoes while he wished for a guitar. When they're both out in the field, vigorously training and working their butts off, you would find Vince at home, strumming his guitar and writing ideas for his novel. His whole family comically feared about his future and society laughing at him because they'll think of him as a "defective Wolfram" which they disagree upon greatly as they really, really loved him despite his peculiar personality.

Then that day happened. Vince's powers manifested and the whole family was completely shocked to learn that he had emotion magic. Emotion magic. Instead of treating him indifferently, his family even cherished him more. It's because it was quite known in their family that even though the Wolfram clan has a history of practitioners of body-type magic (kinetic magic), they have a very dormant magic gene that only comes once in a blue moon and grants the user mind-type magic (emotion magic).

His parents decided to enroll him in this school as it is also where his two elder siblings came from. They hoped that he can improve on his magic more and become as successful in his chosen path as his brother and sister before him.

Extra:
Vincent is a skilled player of the guitar, ukelele and other musical instruments.
He is an avid reader and aspiring novelist.
He has a sweet tooth and loves blueberry cheesecakes.
He naturally smells like sweet strawberries.
He wears an eye patch on his left eye not because he's blind but because having one eye closed usually helps him to not snooze that easily on the spot. Usually.

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Race: Human

Magic:

Mantra: Similar to regular mana, this source distributes energy and force throughout the user's body and channels it to becomes something of practicality. However, mantra by comparison is weaker than the other magecrafts, this is due to it's practices centering on body and soul, on the individual, rather than the whole of the other styles of magic, which study its schools in a much broader spectrum. Their channeling time is quicker and their pool of mana is by standards much wider. However they are mostly used for physical combat and are seldom is not rarely used for range combat. Though with a surprising assortment of abilities at their disposal, it is also a dying school of magic. This is due to the physical and spiritual requirements that need to be present for it to be properly channeled. But it is said that the masters of the art are one of their kind.

Personality:

Romaní's demeanor is stern, an individual who’s more than likely to greet with a nod rather than with a smile or handshake. His expressions do most of his speaking, like a raise of the brow would demonstrate his confusion or a frown his discontent. A chuckle his amusement and a sigh could mean anything. Simple gestures that speak little about him, but filter out seamlessly throughout his interactions. Small quirks that if not attentive enough would slip from your grasp not allow you to understand his personality quite well, this has brought a lot of misconceptions. He’s horrible at small talk and terribly sardonic. He would rather be in groups due to the simplicity of their extroversion overpowering his introversion. A thinker, a boy who would see indications and small details easily, ponder on them to use it later. Almost mechanically following certain assertions to come to an adequate conclusion, one mostly for the benefit of everyone or himself depending on the context. Though he prefers to keep to himself, the youth speaks with bluntness. Quick and simple, reactions such as yes and no without much questioning on the matter.

Subjects are simple to grasp for him, but he lacks an understanding for people, though in no way would he classify as someone with anxiety disorder or even fear of exposure or communication. Terribly lazy when it comes to things outside his periphery of interest, odd sense of humor and more over, strangely dedicated. Due to circumstances, or even embarrassment he doesn’t show much affection towards people. This makes it difficult for the other part to feel as if he is able to even reciprocate their feelings of gratitude or caring. And although they are true they are kept mostly in secrecy. He’s not a terribly difficult boy, he likes what he likes and dislike what he dislikes. Incredibly patient and wise beyond his years, reacts naturally to his instincts putting the other before himself. A type of stern individual to hand the last slice of bread out of his grip to give to someone that needs it.

Biography:

An only child, no siblings or uncles to relate to, Romaní has always been a loner, kept to his own devices and interests with very few interactions throughout his life. Though incredibly well-spoken, his intellect and versatility with words are enough to allow a clear understanding of his thoughts or emotions. However, his primary method of communication would more than likely be through expressions of the mien than through actual conversation. He lived plainly, no extraordinary struggles through life or anything extraordinary, after the foundation of his abilities was explain he devoted himself to the understanding of it in a more intricate form. With such, he developed insight and understanding, traits which were already natural to him grew strongly, which later bleed to daily life. With such he managed to ace the grand majority of his test, and grew to become a respectable candidate to become an Mantra apprentice.

His mantra was in fact not the strongest however, unlike his natural leaning towards introversion, he thought it be best suited stance that would be less physical. Through such, he conquered most of his mock-battles with mere presence, ending a fight before it ever began. Automatically earning the win, with such he had neglected much of his training, through years after though he found that his ability was more centered in an invisible force of energy, that by merely adjusting the natural force the mantra gives, he could increment his physical attributes by extending such with a proxy. However, without proper control, the ability could go as far as to disjoint Romaní if not careful, the force itself needs and requires a sturdy awareness of it.

Acknowledging such, he retained himself from pushing farther than what he could normally expect to, however, with such comes the urge of curiosity. Honestly, it was always tempting. But on specific night, he found himself in a predicament.Testing the waters of his limits, he unleashed a side of Mantra that had been warned not to touch, such would break him, and leave the youth unable to fully use Mantra without the aid of a catalyst. A tattoo was ingrained at his right hand, as both a testament of his idiocy leading him to dangerous waters by his superiors in the arts, and as a means to mend his now failing magical circuits.

Extra:

The tattoo is located at the back of his palm.
Can be rather quirky if comfortable enough with the person.
Easy to forgive.
Not so easy to forget.