[CHAR] L'Mordryn Academy

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Eric Williams

Name:
Alias: Eric Williams
Real name: Arden Whitfield

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Level/Tier: Adept, Tier 2 (A2)

House: Phantasma

Appearance/Attire:
At 6' with an average but tightly well muscled build, black hair and green eyes, Eric is on the generic side of pretty. The young man wears simple dress clothes; a white button-up, black vest, tie, boots and pants. Eric also has a couple of overcoats for varying weather conditions. For more strenuous activities, Eric trades out his vest, tie & button-up for a black double breasted military jacket over a white tee shirt. Eric typically carries an Estoc at his hip. In addition, He also wears a plain silver locket inside his shirt that can only be unlocked from the inside, requiring a spectral summon to open it.

Alignment: Narcissist (Neutral Impure) / Idealist (Neutral Moral)

Personality/Habits:
Eric is a torn individual, half of him yearns to be the boy that was; carefree, curious about magic and ignorant to the machinations of the high society he'd been born into. On the other hand he's an embittered and jaded young man; hellbent on avenging his family and restoring their name, or at the very least dragging those who destroyed it down to hell with him.

Outwardly this manifests as a polite, friendly, but coldly calculating persona. After all, Arden's going to need all the help he can get taking on one of the top "noble" families. Still, Eric will throw himself into social events, officially organized or not, to both find potential allies and distract himself from his grief.

Background:
Eric Williams is an orphan boy who was raised on the homestead of Sir Wilhelm Branwan, an aging knight. The venerable warrior and his close friends have plenty of stories about a younger Eric to make the straight-laced young man thoroughly embarrassed. And real. Which is exactly what Arden Whitfield, to sole surviving member of the Whitfield family would like you to think.

A bit of a black sheep, Arden was the first spirit invoker in his family, with everyone else having been a member of House Dracona. Still, the Whitfield's weren't about an unexpected surprise ruffle their feathers. As soon as Arden demonstrated the gift, his parents hired a private tutor for him to begin cultivating his talent at once. The young man's childhood was an idyllic and isolated affair, spent communing etheric beings and learning for learnings sake, blissfully ignorant to the dark underbelly of the high society he'd been born into.

At the age of 13, Arden's parents introduced him to high society. While the formal events and all the new faces were certainly exciting, the boy still preferred a quiet life of study. Little more than a year later, everything went to hell. A rival family had his father and older sister, Randall and Vera Whitfield, framed for treason. They were tried, found guilty and executed. The family estate and much of it's holdings were seized, leaving Arden and his mother, Eleanor Whitfield, with next to nothing. The day after the eviction notice arrived, Sir Wilhelm Branwan, an old friend of the family quietly came by to check on Arden and his mom only to find the boy to staring at Eleanor's corpse, his mother having committed suicide the night before.

Quietly taking the poor boy in, Sir Branwan enabled Arden Whitfield to disappear, the boy only having made a handful of major public appearances. In the weeks that followed Arden was consumed by grief and rage. Until one night when his emotions hit a fever pitch and he accidentally summoned something, something he possibly shouldn't have. The next morning, Eric Williams was born for a single solitary purpose; to avenge the death of his parents. In the 4 years since then, Eric has trained and studied relentlessly, hellbent on turning himself into the tool to exact his goal. Eric has only recently moved to attend L'Mordryn Academy, aiming to find allies in his quest and to finalize his training.

Favorite Summons:

"The Raven"

Simply referring to it as "the raven", this is what Arden accidentally summoned on that fateful night. The being in question is no less than a Greater Demon of Vengeance. Their relationship is a strenuous and somewhat odd one as the Demon is as much summoned by Eric as Eric is possessed by the Demon. While their bond is rock solid, the sheer intensity of it makes it difficult for Eric to maintain any other summons. Given the nature of what it is "the raven" is a powerful combatant, even more so when it's actively possessing Eric; squaring their combined combat potential. While the Demon could choose to take on any appearance, it chose a raven to serve as a constant and painful reminder to Eric of why he's fighting; Vera Whitfield's favorite animal was the raven.

Schedule + Clubs

7:30am - 8:30am | Breakfast

8:45am - 10:30am | 1st Session - Lady Lestrelle - M/P. Nothing like a little mental stimulation first thing in the morning.
10:45am - 12:30pm | 2nd Session - Sir Dra'den - P/B. From theory to practice.

12:45pm - 1:45pm | Lunch

2pm - 3:45pm | 3rd Session - Free - typically used for a mid-day nap followed by a warm up for whatever Lady Freyjah has planned.
4pm - 5:45pm | 4th Session - Lady Freyjah - P/D

6pm - 7pm | Dinner

7:15pm - 9pm | 5th Session - Sir Lestrelle - P/B
9:15pm - 11pm | 6th Session - Free - social or study, friends (& more importantly allies) need to be found.

11:30pm - 7am | Dorms Closed

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Saturday:
Military - Early morning
Realm Exploration - Late morning

Sunday:
Skirmishers' - Early afternoon

Notes: Sir Branwan

Sir Wilhelm Branwan is supposed to be semi-famous. Born a commoner, a decorated veteran, retired as a high-ranking NCO, got knighted for bravery on the battlefield, whole 9 yards.
Currently lives out in the boonies on a property received with his knighthood. Known as a bit of a curmudgeon and social recluse. shows up to high society events once in a blue moon.

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Simon no last name

Name | Simon
Age | 15
Gender | Male
Level/Tier | Tyro
House |
Appearance/Attire |

Appearance/Attire

Because he grew up not always knowing when the next meal would come and because of a childhood illness, Simon grew up frail looking and thin. His skin is pale and white, due to spending most of his spare time doing chores indoors but his hands are callused from all the housework he used to do. Aside from his almost sickly looking body, he exerts a happy aura and a bright smile as if constantly happy.

He dresses casually in a thin hoodie and white shirt or a baggy sweater but somedays when he wakes up earlier than usual or he feels like that day's a special occasion he takes a few minutes to plan out an outfit that looks nice on him. This makes him partially self-conscious and internally he carries an awkward feeling when dressing up, hoping to all that is holy to not make him look like a tool or to stand out too much. Sometimes wears glasses but prefers contacts.

Alignment | Companion

Personality/Habits | Simon is a very friendly and curious individual. He can easily become excited when seeing new things and he finds the academy an incredibly fantastical place that fills him with wonder. Simon's just happy being alive and tries to enjoy his life to the best of his capability while making as many friends as he can. He dearly values the people close to him and even if he doesn't know them, is always willing to help other people while getting to know them. To Simon, strangers are only friends he hasn't met yet. Hobbies mostly include reading (mostly high fantasy fiction), cooking and animal petting.

Background | Born an orphan at a young age, Simon never knew his parents what he knew was that he has family and that he was loved. He grew up with a dozen other brothers and sisters where they were raised by a kindly old man that took in young strays from the large town. Simon loved his family and most of all he felt deep admiration for his grandfather for raising them lovingly as his own children. Even at a young age, Simon knew life wasn't easy. At times hunger would plague the orphanage and rarely did they have money to spare for proper medicine when somebody got sick but they made do with what they had. Simon would try his best to help, always cleaning around the house, collecting herbs from the forest or making food from whatever the orphanage could gather. At times he would read stories to his younger siblings teaching them to read and write, at times his heart would ache to look at the thin, almost emancipated children who went hungry even when the older children gave them extra shares of food.

Years passed in the orphanage, the children would spend every day counting their blessings for whatever little they had. Sometimes the children wouldn't survive the winter, sometimes new siblings were added to their large family, at times the children grew into adults and left. They rarely ever returned to the family. One day their grandfather died and it was up to the older children, including Simon to support their family. They would work, forage and hunt in the nearby forest whenever they could and for a while, everything went well for a while and more often than not they had enough food. One day, a summoner on a mission in the nearby mountain met Simon by chance and identified him as having runic blood. The summoner listened to his tale then offered admission and training to L'Mordryn Academy to properly harness his powers. Simon was torn at the prospect of abandoning his family, but he knew that if he could become a high-class summoner he could make large amounts of money to provide for his siblings. After explaining the situation to his household, a screaming match broke out between some of the siblings asking him to stay with them but no matter how much they pleaded with Simon it could not change his mind. Sides were picked and midway through the argument, the young summoner decided to simply walk away without a word not knowing how to handle the situation. He took the bags he'd packed and left for L'Mordryn Academy, vowing in his heart to return when he'd have the strength and promising to always keep his family in his heart till the day he could help them have a better life.

Simon Summon

Crackling Elemental

Elemental May Flies, Crackling elementals are a mass of congealed electrical energy from the elemental planes. They're simple short-lived beings that exist in a state of chaos but this simplicity also makes understanding them so simple that even the least talented or least learned students can summon one with some practice. Don't let that their description fool you as when fully unleashed Crackling elementals are equivalent to the peak strength of lesser spirits. Crackling elementals only last about two minutes when unleashing their full power before weakly dissipating into energy causing massive exhaustion to the summoner. Even restrained, crackling elementals cannot last long in our realm unless in an environment so immersed in electrical energy that most living being wouldn't survive, for example a heavy thunder cloud. Crackling elementals can't even last long in THEIR own realm either as these sorts of elementals have a tendency to gain a form and conscious, then immediately dissipate back into energy into the air.

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Arkadian Elesir

Name: Arkadian Elesir

Age: 14 (turning 15 this year)

Gender: Male

Level/Tier: Tyro, he hasn't been here long enough to see any exams

House: Phantasma

Appearance/Attire: Arkadian is quite short, sitting at 4'9". He has short, spiky brown hair and bright blue eyes. His attire is as good as he can really get for a commoner family with not that much money. Some of his more formal clothing doesn't fit him as they're hand-me-downs from older siblings once it was figured that he'd get more use out of them. He still knows how to keep his clothes clean so he never really looks too shabby.

Alignment: Altruist (Social Good)

Personality: Arkadian is an earnest, hard-working kind of child. He's been small all his life and it affects his personality somewhat. He always feels the need to assert himself in a situation where he has a disadvantage. He used to be mature for his age when things like magic weren't on his roadmap. That being said, his life entered a period of extremely rapid change throwing most of his personality in flux. He currently lives in a constant state of confusion, unable to quite understand his own talents, let alone magic as a whole. He doesn't know what he wants to do yet except get better at magic to please his parents.

Background: Arkadian's family is a commoner family, but his father had always told him that his father's father, and his father's father's father, and his father's father's father's father, had always told them they were descended from the stable keepers of the Gods of Old. Whatever gods they were by this point, they'd mostly been forgotten about, but Arkadian always enjoyed hearing the stories. They had a book which described them in detail, and one of the stories also featured the gods and their mounts. What was very peculiar and most interesting to Arkadian happened to be the ones who their ancestors had supposedly been in charge of, namely cats.

Two cats pulled the chariots of at least one of the gods. The details were frustratingly vague when it came to how they did so. Arkadian wanted to know more about them, he always pressed for details and sometimes his parents would have to make things up just to satisfy him. As he got older they revealed the truth that they simply didn't know and were guessing the details. He'd grown enough to accept that by that point but he was still burning with the desire to know about them. The details they were guessing were things they considered reasonable for the cats to be like from what they knew, so Arkadian continued their lines of reasoning.

He reasoned their traits, their size, and even did sketches for them. Mind you he was 12 at the time so his research couldn't be considered thorough by any means. It got to the point where he started seeing them in his dream. At some point he'd truly become a cat herder! He was even good with normal cats but he couldn't figure out an end-game. How was he going to find them, anyway?

Just before he seriously considered running away to find them in the forest somewhere (he was 13 at the time) when a friendly Invoker who introduced him to the concept of summoning. Hey, suddenly he had a way to find them if they actually existed. On their next trip into the city he looked at a book on basic summoning in the library. Maybe he shouldn't have had access to it but he was so eager the librarians found it hard to refuse him. Even with that book he shouldn't have been able to achieve much except some early study perhaps.

Arkadian was still 13 at the time, and though he could probably be considered mature for his age, no in is ever completely self-aware at 13 years old. He had no idea what it meant when he opened a portal and two of the largest cats he'd ever seen came out. He'd been correct in all of his assumptions except for size. They were as tall as he was, and a lot longer obviously. One was friendly and affectionate, the other one was aloof, but also affectionate. They also had enough strength to just bowl him over, so getting home that day took a while.

But when he did get home the day just got even longer as his parents had to struggle to come to terms with what he'd just done and they also had to explain it to him. Eventually they got an outside assessment on Arkadian's summons, and the assessment was surprising, but somewhat expected. They were true divine creatures, their age couldn't be guessed but they were at least centuries, if not millennia old. He was recommended to attend L'Mordyn academy on special admission even though he wasn't quite old enough yet, but the talent was there.

It's been 4 months since then, and he hasn't become less confused, but he's at least become more aware of his talents. L'Mordyn continues to boggle his mind but he's starting to get used to it.

Favoured Summons:

• Tohi and Lohi - Tohi and Lohi are the names of the divine beasts Arkadian summoned a year ago. They measure 5 feet in height, taller than Arkadian is and are proportionally long. Otherwise they look like ordinary house cats, (Norwegian Forest cats to be precise). They are physically, extremely strong, and can dispatch even wild bears with ease on the off chance one happened to threaten the town Arkadian's family lived in. They're also able to erect a magic barrier to protect Arkadian from harm, but from what he can tell they don't automatically protect anyone else, he has to ask them to otherwise. He hasn't had many opportunities to test them so perhaps they have more powers than he knows, but frankly they scare him a little bit.
• Krampus - On admission to L'Mordyn, Arkadian decided to summon another familiar. More to prove to himself that he was capable of all they told him he was capable of, and to test his abilities, he gave little thought to the target he chose, and this oversight ended up being the bane of his existence. He ended up summoning a type of trickster spirit, a shape shifter which often took the form of a black cat. Unlike Tohi and Lohi, Krampus can talk. He also named himself Krampus so there's that too. Krampus can take many forms and he doesn't listen to Arkadian nearly at all. To make matters worse, even if their bond becomes weak, Krampus is a tenacious familiar and extends the time he can stay in the world for as long as possible. He has yet to tell Arkadian anything about him, so he's still somewhat of an enigma to Arkadian even if his behaviours have become predictable (only in cat form though).