[CHAR] World Beyond the Lexicon

『 Class Camellia 』

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Professor:

Students:

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Dorm Assignments

Dorm C-A

• Mandi
• Yvaine
• Sophiel

Dorm C-B

• Sekhandur
• Sanhan
• Kiara

Dorm C-C

• Ty
• Alberta
• Kress

Dorm C-D

• Ankaa
• Caelum
• Eris
• Misaiya

[Blu]

Nyx Yuria

「 T H E F A L L E N D A R K S T A R 」

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Nyx Yuria

_{✦ T I T L E S}

Professor Nyx | Former Second Seat | Dark Star of the Miracle Seven

_{✦ A G E}

20

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Male

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

August 22^nd

_{✦ H O B B I E S}

Researching new magics | Reading | Plotting his revenge

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

5'06" (168 cm) | 132 lbs (60 kg)

_{✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Arrogant, self-centered, and quick to temper, Nyx is often summed up by others as a 'pompous ass', and they are seldom wrong. His former position of Second Seat within the Miracle Seven has given him an inflated sense of worth. It's almost instinctual for Nyx to lord his power over others; needlessly reminding them of their inferior abilities when compared to himself. Which is why he finds his current predicament to be such humiliation. Instead of becoming a venerated sorcerer whose name will be forever etched into the annals of history, he now finds himself teaching others to become what he has failed to do. It's all a cruel joke to him.

The primary source of all of his resentment and contempt is his self-proclaimed rival and former First Seat of the Miracle Seven: Weis Lucero. Nyx plans to one day take revenge on Weis, mainly by upstaging him in some grand, elaborate manner. Ironically enough, Weis considers themselves good friends and treats Nyx with nothing but respect and kindness—a gesture not reciprocated by Nyx. Furthermore, they still keep in contact with each other even after graduating, much to Nyx's annoyance.

It isn't difficult to get on Nyx's good side. A simple appeal to his ego works nearly every time. As a professor, Nyx has little interest in the standard curriculum, often choosing to implement his own manner of instruction which are harsh and demanding, bordering on life or death even in some cases. He pulls no punches when speaking with his students and will tell the harshest of truths without batting an eye.

His is indeed a rough exterior, but, perhaps, that will all change with time as he grows closer to his students over the coming semester.

_{✦ H I S T O R Y}

A child born on the evening of a black star, Nyx's father was a trader and his mother a florist. Even as a young child, Nyx had an aptitude for magic and, swiftly, his fascination for Manology—the study of mana—grew. He had few friends growing up and preferred to spend his time in the world of books, especially the ones about heroes and monsters. His favorite heroes were those gifted with great magical powers. Between that and his mana research, Nyx spent most of his childhood in self-isolation.

He entered the academy at the age of 14 with some not-so heroic intentions. Instead of wanting to graduate in order to help the world fight against evil, his goal was merely that of fame and validation for all of his efforts. Within a year, he had joined the Miracle Seven as its Seventh Seat and worked his way to the Second Seat the year after that. His inclination toward the use of darkness-related spells earned him the moniker of the 'Dark Star of the Miracle Seven'. However, he could never eclipse the genius that was Weis Lucero, the former First Seat, and that's where their one-sided rivalry began.

Upon graduation some two years prior to the current date, the former members of the 106th generation of the Miracle Seven went their separate ways but Weis always made it a point to keep in touch with Nyx who he views as his closest friend. With big dreams for his future, Nyx set off on his grand journey to the unknown, seeking to become a legend. But, alas, his dreams would only end up dashed against the rocks.

Everywhere he went, he found it difficult to find adventurer work due to his ego. He wouldn't accept any job he considered beneath his ability. Meanwhile, his rival would take on any job of all kinds and would inadvertently show him up at every turn. Weis was quickly making a name for himself while Nyx spiraled further into obscurity.

That is until his fateful encounter with Avalice's headmaster, Alphonse Augustine. Augustine recognized the former genius and asked him how he had been faring after graduating from the academy. Either too proud or too embarrassed to admit the truth, Nyx said he was pursing ventures other than heroism. To which Augustine asked if he was interested in an open position at the academy during his break from adventuring. Reluctant but in a state of desperation, Nyx accepted, not knowing what future awaits him.

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Magic

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Dark Purple

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

Like staring into an abyss; a vast, dark, inescapable, sinking ocean.

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

Lexicon: Through his immense magical powers, what was previously a grimoire has reforged itself into a Lexicon—the highest form of a magic tome. Whereas grimoires and spellbooks contain individual spells, a Lexicon contains the 'Language of Mana'. When one understands the language, they can see all of the components of a spell and, using the language, can craft any variety of spells in an instant. There are few individuals throughout Alrune that possesses a Lexicon. Those that do are easily considered geniuses in the magical arts. But even then, the 'Language of Mana' is complex and it would take many lifetimes to grasp its boundless intricacies.

_{✦ M A G I C}

Lexicon Magic: Darkness

_{✦ S P E L L S}

✤ Living Element: Nyx creates and manipulates black-colored flames or lightning that has limited sentience. They are more powerful than the same elements cast at a lower class and will consume their respective element to gain potency. The Living Elements' movements are akin to tendrils or tentacles, lending an eldritch effect to their appearance.

✤ Shroud: Nyx opens up a rift to a dark dimension surrounding himself or another person. Spells cast against the shroud at a lower class is devoured immediately, nullifying its effects. While protected by the shroud, the person within cannot move from their location or it is dispelled. Physical force—including magically-enhanced force—will break the shroud with enough damage. The shroud can also be worn as a suit of armor to allow for movement but its nullification effect on spells will drastically lessen.

✤ Doppelganger: Nyx can create clones from his own shadow that can act freely independent of himself. Nyx and his clones have a shared perspective, meaning that their physiological senses are connected. The clones are also limited to casting only lower class spells. Nyx must be able to cast a shadow to use this spell and, at the moment, his limit is ten clones at any one time.

✤ Devouring Rain: Nyx darkens the sky in a limited vicinity and causes it to pour black rain. Contact with the rain causes the gradual draining of mana until complete exhaustion. Nyx is immune to its effects but to keep the spell active means that Nyx's mana also drains albeit at a much slower rate.

✤ Darkeater: While not primarily a physical fighter, Nyx is well-rounded enough to competently engage in melee combat. His preferred weapon of choice is a shadowy sword conjured by his magic. It can 'eat' darkness and shadows in order to store power within the blade which can then be fired off as powerful slashing beams of energy. If the blade is stabbed into a person's shadow, they will be pinned in place until the sword is removed or the influence is broken through force of will.

✤ Still World: Nyx entraps himself and an opponent within a pitch black dimension where one's sight, smell, hearing, and speech are completely unusable. The only reliable way to find your opponent is by sensing their mana. The spell ends when either one person is defeated or Nyx closes the dimension. To an outsider's perspective, the two combatants appear to be trapped within a giant black cube.

✤ Low-Level Craft: Using his knowledge of the 'Language of Mana', Nyx can craft a variety of lower class spells at will.

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | 5 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 5 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 6 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 1 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 2 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 3 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 2 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 5 / 5

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[OwO]

Sanhan

P E R S O N A L 𒌐

_{𒈦 N A M E}

Sanhan Kumranjahnman

_{𒈦 T I T L E S}

The Loser Princess, Daughter of the Jahn

_{𒈦 A G E}

16

_{𒈦 G E N D E R}

Female

_{𒈦 D A T E O F B I R T H}

December 2nd

_{𒈦 H O B B I E S}

Music, animal husbandry, horseback riding

_{𒈦 H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

5'8" (173 cm), 133 pounds (60kg)

_{𒈦 P E R S O N A L I T Y}

One wouldn't expect Sanhan to be involved in a battle for her people's throne. Bound by her duty, she has the reputation of an austere and rigid lifestyle. Unapproachable, most would consider her. This way of life was born out of necessity and not personality. In truth, Sanhan is an amiable girl who gets fixated often on small, enjoyable things. She'd love nothing more than to live a simple life, but she's sworn to carry her birthright.

While her upbringing has resulted in her being mindful to others, her real self is much less polite. Curiously dense and unfiltered, Sanhan speaks her mind to those who she trusts. Simply put, the easiest way to tell how close someone is to her is by seeing how often she holds her tongue. While this unfiltered view of the world is truthful, at least to her, much of what she says can come across as venomous or rude.

She doesn't feel much emotion. Rather, she chooses not to feel much. The drama of her people's throne has numbed much of her to the point of hating emotional moments. No, she lives for the little things. The calming pitch of a flute, the relaxing time spent with a goat, slowly trotting across the steppe with her horse... those small things are her true joy.

_{𒈦 H I S T O R Y}

Where the desert meets the steppe is where Sanhan's people lie. Nationless, they live in the harsh, empty lands were no other has claimed. Sanhan was born into one of her people's eleven noble families. Of course, with so many noble families, the line of succession often got muddled. Plus, the occasional usurper could be found.

Sanhan's family was, by all accounts, the weakest. Their land was barely fertile, their water was scarce, and harsh winters sapped what little wealth they could stockpile. The rich, artisanal goods that the people of the steppe were known to make were never created by her family. No, their pots and jars had to be made to hold water above all else. Their clothing had to be made with the bare minimum of material. But Sanhan liked it this way. It was her way of life. The simple possessions and joy were enough for her. Sole daughter to her family's chief, she was chosen as the next to hold the tablet and to be involved in the fight for the throne.

Of course, such a weak family couldn't beat everyone else. It was just impossible. The strictly raised Sanhan that had been groomed for the throne had lost. By the time Sanhan turned 12, the victor was practically decided. Her rat bastard of a half-brother would take the throne. She didn't mind losing the throne. While her family wished for the power to improve their situation, her dreams lied with the sheep and goats she raised. She was more disappointed in the fact that the worst, meanest, most-cruel contender for the throne managed to win.

As a backup plan, Sanhan's family sent her to Genelogia. If she couldn't rule the people, then the least she could do was get into the prestigious school, graduate, and send them all money. She would be more excited about it if that bastard of a half-brother wasn't also sent to Avalice.

C O M B A T 𒌐

_{☡ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Magic

_{𒈦 M A N A C O L O U R}

White

_{𒈦 M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S}

Overwhelming. Like a pot that never ceases to overflow.

_{𒈦 E Q U I P M E N T}

Sanhan carries the Fourth Cuneiform of the Jahn. Rather than a book as per a traditional grimoire, the tablet is a small, thin slab of an unknown stone. Almost indestructible, the dark green tablet is covered in deep carvings that tell of the properties of the world and how to bend them to one's will. Such techniques are unrefined, however. While the tablet is denser in knowledge than most, one must balance the forces of each spell. For every creation, something must be destroyed for balance.

_{𒈦 M A G I C}

Cuneiform Magic: Alteration

_{𒈦 S P E L L S}

𒌒 Vacuum/Eruption: By rapidly compressing air, Sanhan creates a vacuum that rapidly pulls everything nearby towards a single point. Likewise, she can rapidly decompress air, creating a shockwave that forces everything away.

𒌒 Motion/Still: Sanhan can imbue an object with a force, sending it in a chosen direction. Likewise, she can calm a motion to stop. Rather than solely imbue objects, she can creating floating glyphs that apply the effect to whatever comes into contact.

𒌒 Bolster/Hinder: Sanhan can bind her own magic to another's, either strengthening it or weakening it.

𒌒 Mend/Decay: Sanhan can change how an object currently is. Food will become fresher, armour will become undented, and flesh will be woven back together. Likewise, she can inverse this process. Food will rot, stones will turn to sand, and old wounds will reopen.

𒌒 Heat/Chill: Sanhan can imbue an object with heat or steal the heat away from it.

𒌐 P A R A M E T E R S 𒌐
𒌀 M A N A | 5 / 5
𒌀 C H A N N E L I N G | 3 / 5
𒌀 M A G I C | 3 / 5
𒌀 T E C H N I Q U E | 1 / 5
𒌀 S T R E N G T H | 1 / 5
𒌀 S P E E D | 1 / 5
𒌀 B O D Y | 1 / 5
𒌀 I N T E L L E C T | 5 / 5

[ERode]

Kress Alstein

_{15 y/o | Male | 5'1 | 109 lbs}

Personal Information
Date of Birth: July 13
Hobbies: Studying Magic, Clothes Shopping, Fine Dining, Water Painting, Learning
Personality

Kress is happy and sheltered, someone who doesn’t really mind or care about the Class C curse at all. After all, while others may be at Avalice to graduate (never mind that the chances of graduating is 5%), he’s just happy to be in school at all. Friends to study and play with, teachers to learn from, and the most fascinating subject of all to study. Who could ask for any more, really? So long as he didn’t fail, Kress was pretty much fine with everything else; after all, he’s set for life just based off interest and inheritance alone!

History

Third son of the illustrious Alstein family, a lineage of aristocrat-mages who distinguished themselves seven generations past and had been granted lands and prestige that they cared for and made prosperous ever since, Kress Alstein was the baby of the family, sheltered and cared for by all his older siblings. An adorable, if sickly, kid growing up, Kress’s frail constitution and penchant for getting into trouble had pretty much ended with him never once leaving his family’s estate. Which, to be fair, was 100 acres of orchards, old-growth forests, rivers, and a white sand beach, but to him, accustomed to it all as he was, it still felt confining. His brothers and sisters would head off to Genelogia every week and come back with armloads of new stuff, from good food to fine clothing, and all Kress could do was watch them!

So he resolved himself. He studied hard. He exercised where he could. He made it his first conviction to convince his parents to let him out of the estate, away from all those familiar faces and into the great unknown of Genelogia! A boarding school, perhaps? An academy? No, even better…how about the Academy?

With persistence and results of the magical kind, Kress, after much trouble, got his parents to agree to send him to Avalice. It was the greatest school on the continent, after all, and every one of the professors was a wizard or warrior of some fame. Where else could be safer than the Alstein Estate, if not the school that pumped out Legends every year? A generous donation and five letters of recommendations later, and Kress was finally off on his own!

He didn’t even mind being placed in Class C; he was just happy to be here.

Combat Information
Classification: Magic
Mana Color: A blue akin to ocean water, in that it’s not really a blue after all.
Mana Characteristic: Comforting and peaceful, the ebb and flow of the tides, the soft seeping of the spring, the gurgling of the stream.
Equipment

Abacus – A silvered frame, with nine rods, each containing seven beads. The frame can be altered, lengthened both width-wise and length wise to insert more beads or more rods, but for Kress, his current configuration is what he’s comfortable with. Each individual rod contains beads that represent the same element, and by moderating the separation and grouping up of the beads, one can cast a variety of magic in a manner more flexible than with book-bound grimoires. The elements Kress currently has are Earth, Fire, Wood, Metal, Water, and Aether.

Magic: Abacus Magic – Creation Calculation
Spells:

Make Chair ^{(3 Wood)} _{Makes a wooden chair, fit for Kress’s size.}
Make Clean ^{(2 Aether, 1 Water, 1 Fire, 2 Wood)} _{Makes a sphere of soapy water that floats in the air, rotating at fast speeds.}
Make Tea ^{(1 Wood, 1 Earth, 1 Water, 1 Fire)} _{Makes hot tea where Kress designates a location.}
Make Shield ^{(3 Aether, 2 Metal)} _{Makes a translucent barrier, suspended and locked in space.}
Make Spear ^{(4 Metal, 2 Aether)} _{Makes a sharpened stake of metal, before launching it at a designated target.}

Techniques:

The Kress Alstein Special _{Runs away.}

Parameters

Mana: 2 / 5
Channeling: 2 / 5
Magic: 2 / 5
Technique: 1 / 5
Strength: 1 / 5
Speed: 2 / 5
Body: 2 / 5
Intellect: 3 / 5

[Fluffy Bunny]

Personal Information
Name: Dragomar Phentalux

Titles: Drake/The Red Drake

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: August 28th

Hobbies: Sports(not so much anymore), Woodcarving, Researching History and Folklore (specifically looking for ways to break curses hoping to find a way to break the Class C Curse, but with the vast resource that is the academy library, he's certainly developed it into a hobby...)

Height / Weight: 6'2" / 212 lbs

Appearance:

Personality: Drake is bitter, even though he tries not to be. He wants to be seen. He wants to be appreciated. He has been let down by a lot of people, and doesn't expect much from other people. He doesn't really trust anyone else to have his back when it matters. So, he has a bit of a reputation for being a fair weather friend on top of his antics.

Oh, and he has antics.

He is barely able to keep his own emotions under control. It's more like they control him, actually. When he's angry or down, it's all scathing criticisms and bleak humor towards anyone and everything. But when he's proud or happy, you will have a great time just being near him, the smiles, encouragement and heartfelt compliments roll off of his tongue like wheels of generosity.

The truth is that deep down he judges himself with standards that would make an ancient Revanian Inquisitor ashamed of how lax they were in torturing heretics. He has trouble forgiving both others and himself.

History: Born on a farm, a few miles from Genelogia but still legally a part if the city-state, Dragomar is the son of a soldier father (Comander Argus Phentalux) and a mage mother (Verana Arilion). They were not Legends. But they were dutiful and honorable citizens of Genelogia who gave their lives defending their community from a bandit attack. The attack was led by a fallen Legend by the name of Tivus Erandren or The Bleak Smile. The Bleak Smile was a former graduate of Avalice, who had been a member of The Miracle Seven in his year. But after graduation he grew from an arrogant prodigy into an insatiable, power hungry villain. The skirmish which claimed the lives of Dragomar's parents was the first of many which eventually led to the other six of The Bleak Smile's Miracle Seven being called upon to stop him.

This story was not revealed in full to Dragomar until he was a young teen. His aunt Mirys, and his uncle Salator Arilion raised him. And the boy had been intent upon training to be a soldier like his father from a young age. After he learned the full tale of what happened to his parents, he begged for the chance to go to Avalice himself, to become a Legend. So that he could defend people and not die.

When he arrived however, he was unprepared for the distractions he would face. Though, he put in a great deal of effort towards mastering his craft, Dragomar's weakness was the beautiful and talented young ladies all around him. In the first year he broke a few hearts and had his broken in return. But he managed to keep up with his studies no problem And to join the red team of Avalice's Ring Ball extracurricular club. In his first year, however, he was still in class Yarrow.

When he transferred to class Camelia the following year, he didn't believe in the curse. He was cocky, dedicating more time to Ring Ball and skirt chasing than to his studies. But the girls he chased did seem to believe in the curse. And the rejections he was met with caught him off guard. A former classmate from Yarrow, Juna started talking to him, though. She knew A couple of the girls he had dated before as well, so she had to know he wasn't cursed.

Before Dragomar knew it he was back in his groove. His speed and powerful jumps on the Ring Ball field for the red team earned him the moniker The Red Drake. He was falling for Juna too. She really wasn't like the other girls. He was patient with her. Still distracted from his studies, his grades were not getting back in shape yet, but he had hope. So much hope. Until Juna humiliated him by publicly insulting him in front of crowded hallway and admitting that she had been playing him the whole time as revenge for how he treated her friends last year. As if that wasn't enough, she was actually already seeing Edwyn Merac, the Captain of the Ring Ball blue team and Dragomar's former best friend when they were in class Yarrow together.

The rest of the year was defeat after defeat. On the field. In class. In life. He quit the Ring Ball club entirely by the years end, and decided to focus on studying harder than ever before the next year and make up for all his failures in his second year.

This was a noble idea, but his mind had already begun to believe that he was cursed. He threw himself into training so recklessly that he sustained injuries and had to take a week in the Healing Wards. His now desperate attempts to seduce the female student body were becoming creepy. And his refusal to engage in any social hobbies weren't making his third year any easier. Now his grades were becoming very poor. Thanks in no small part to the fact that for the whole second half of the year he spent more time stalking and ambushing Headmaster Augustine and begging him to be transferred out of Class-C, than he did studying combat.

Now, his fourth year is upon him.

Combat Information
Classification: Might

Mana Color: Misty Scarlet Red (As If There's An Underlying Orange Or Gold Light Being Obscured By A Thick Scarlet Fog)

Mana Characteristic: Hot, Busy, Twisting, Writhing, Like Many Beams Of Warm Light Wrapping Upon One Another In A Serpentine Orgy Of Chaos.

Equipment:
~ Shiana, his father's sword.
~ A custom suit of bloodsteel chain armor. A gift from his aunt and uncle.
~ Battlemagic For Beginners, a relatively unimpressive spellbook.

Magic:
War Magic: Fire

Spells:

Molten Shield: He can create a small barrier which absorbs spells, blocks physical attacks, and inflicts fire damage if an enemy charges full force into it.

Flame Blast: A good old fireball is just the right tool for so many jobs.

Techniques:

Blood Drop: Dragomar can leap high into the air and descend upon an opponent with a vicious melee attack.

Sanguine Flurry: With uncanny speed and deadly grace, Dragomar can launch a series of three melee attacks in the time an average warrior would take to execute one strike.

Parry & Riposte: Dragomar has mastered this fencer's classic block and counter attack combo.

Parameters
Mana: 3 / 5
Channeling: 2 / 5
Magic: 1 / 5
Technique: 5 / 5
Strength: 3 / 5
Speed: 5 / 5
Body: 4 / 5
Intellect: 3 / 5

[AThousandCurses]

Sophiel

Personal Information
Name: Sophiel Sargute

Titles: Seagull, Sophie

Age: 16

Gender:Female

Date of Birth: 4/14

Hobbies: Reading, practicing her magic, keeping things prim and proper

Height / Weight: 5'2" (160 cm) 50 kg

Appearance:


Personality:
Sophiel holds herself with politeness in mind and tries to be the best person in the room. She'll speak up against bullies, she won't tolerate any mischief, and she will absolutely not tolerate failure. Even when she finds herself with someone she extremely 'dislikes' she will act courtesy and treat them respectfully. Though to call this a facade is partially true, she means and doesn't mean with what she says and does.

Sophiel is heavily an idealist. She has an unwavering faith to her ideals and cannot be swayed from them. Such as her view of justice that was passed on to her by her parents. "Whenever there's evil, you must exterminate it. Leave no trace behind so that peace shall be upheld." Those were the words that were engraved to her heart and took them to the extreme. No matter what kind of cruel acts she commits, she will not hold any remorse as long as her ideals are upheld.

To how she actually feels is a different story. Compared to her facade, she does want to help others whenever they need it and wants people to pay attention to her. However her constantly developing jealous feelings of inferiority keep on manifesting whenever they outshine her, much to her shame. These feelings will constantly peck at her whenever she feels harassed or targeted, and are never to be shared with anyone. She is a logical and emotional person which causes her to be confused whether her feelings are justified or not.

When poked around the topic about her magic, she'll feel extremely flustered and become extremely upset. It's best not to bring it up to her.

History:
Born into a relatively strict family Sophiel was born as the youngest out of her three siblings in the household. Out of the three of them it was easy to tell that Sophiel was the runt of the litter due to her incompetence and weak will. While her magic was the strongest out of the three, her inability to control it made it a wasted effort. She was treated well, but was not pampered like her other siblings. This in turn made her into a meek and timid kid that was most often bullied during her childhood.

Not being favored by her parents and receiving the harassment of her peers caused her to develop feelings of inferiority to people all around her. It did not matter if they were friend, family, or foe, it just mattered whether she felt it or not. This deep envy lead her to feel great shame for feeling these kinds of things.

However, this would all change when an abrupt series of events had occurred. Her older sister eloped and ran away with a man that had deeply charmed her, her older brother was killed when he tried to interfere during a hit and run. The C-Class curse was the cause for this, her parents said as they mourned for their loss. However despite that, what was supposed to be a horrible time for her family didn’t seem to faze Sophiel. She continued as if nothing happened. Secretly though, deep inside, she was elated to hear of their demise. It meant that she had the sole attention of her parents.

With no apparent heir left, except for her, they trained her to be the next heir. Focusing on physical combat instead of magic, they trained her without giving her a moment’s rest and passed their ideals onto her. Not once did Sophiel stop nor did she complain. All she did was train until she felt like she was going to fall apart. She basked in her parent’s attention and enjoyed every moment they shared together. Never had she felt happier in her life.

Once her training had been finished she was enrolled into Avalice to be recognized as a hero among all, a title that Sophiel most deeply wanted. Starting in Class M, she tried her best to support her classmates and be a role model to follow. Despite that she grew envious of her classmates and grew to detest them as time went on. While her facade was well received, it was put to a stop once they saw her in action in combat. The Sophiel in the field was completely different from the Sophiel in spars. She was brutal, merciless, and cruel. Anyone she would consider evil would be brutally mutilated or killed. Not even the teacher could sway her from moving from such brutal methods.

She was transferred to Class C thereafter. There was hope under the guidance of a former Miracle Seven that her current path may be changed. Sophiel wasn't upset that she was being transferred into Class C, in fact she was more than happy to transfer into that class. This is where she would prove that she was superior to her siblings and claim honor for herself and family by graduating under the cursed class.

Combat Information
Classification: Might

Mana Color: Light Green

Mana Characteristic: A beautiful, noble, calm presence that envelopes all that come near to it. Yet, at the same time it’s a disgusting, impure, and distorting feeling of wrongness. A pure contradictory and hypocritical existence.

Equipment:
Leather gauntlets

Magic:
Song Magic: Gathering

Spells:
Inconsistent Chorus: A spell that activates whenever Sophiel fails to use her magic in the correct fashion. Mana is released and gathered and creates a barrier like structure that repels anything that is around Sophiel. This spell also imposes a burden to Sophiel and those within the barrier as it freezes them in place until the spell has canceled.

Techniques:
Three-way Current: Sophiel pivots and swings out her leg to kick in front of her. Quickly, she sets down her foot and kicks again with her other foot at a low angle and again quickly sets down her foot to prepare for her next kick. This time she aims high and thrusts out her final kick. Each kick has more power than the last one before it.

Bow Gun: Sophiel takes a step back as she pulls back her arm. In the next instance, she lunges forward and thrust her fist forward in quick succession. This move is more effective as an opener in the fight, though if given an opportunity the quickness of this move may be useful mid fight.

Sail Breeze: Sophiel throws out fast jabs aimed mainly at the 'torso' of the target. After throwing many jabs at the opponent she takes a step back, pivots and uses her remaining momentum to thrust her elbow into the target.

Parameters
Mana: 4 / 5
Channeling: 1 / 5
Magic: 5 / 5
Technique: 3 / 5
Strength: 3 / 5
Speed: 4 / 5
Body: 3 / 5
Intellect: 4 / 5

[TheWendil]

Kiara

P E R S O N A L ◄

Appearance

_{✪ N A M E}

Kiara Bastion

_{✪ T I T L E S}

The Gray Star

_{✪ A G E}

17

_{✪ G E N D E R}

Female

_{✪ D A T E O F B I R T H}

December 13^th(?)

_{✪ H O B B I E S}

Studying Texts | Fashion Shopping | Tea Parties | Singing

_{✪ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

5'80" (177 cm) | 110 lbs (50 kg)

_{✪ P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Calm, collected, and of few words, Kiara’s natural disposition can be amounted to something unapproachable. While some mistake her demeanor as cold, almost uncaring in its endless wretches of apathy, others find it unnerving and perhaps some front put up to conceal the true self, whatever it may be. In truth, Kiara simply doesn’t enjoy placing attention to herself, least of all when it comes to being flashy in displays of grandiose or magic. Such limelight is for those more brash than she. After all, the fool speaks because he has to say something while the wise man speaks because he has something to say. Or so the saying goes.

Despite these preconceptions of her inner-nature-Kiara finds some amusement in what rumors can be spread about her behavior-she’s quick to assist her fellow classmates and peers. Regardless of the exterior front she may put up, there lies within a warmth and kindness that seeks to help others, regardless of herself. She just prefers to think she helps in small ways or in kinds that aren’t completely obvious at first. If anything else, she likes to think of herself as small help, unseen but certainly not unheard of. She’d much rather step into resolutions only if she has to, when power and actions will speak greater than any words.

_{✪ H I S T O R Y}

A child with no name and no background was how Kiara began her life. Although she couldn’t remember it from such an early age, she was told later that she was little more than a babe abandoned to the wind and rain and left upon the doorsteps of the Reinahrdt family estate. How and why was never answered, nor was it any concern for her. All that mattered was that she was taken in without question and treated just as much as their own bloodline. For as long as she could remember, she was Kiara Reinhardt and with it came a gift for mana.

Over the years, her potential for magic grew greater and greater as she became older, so much so that the Reinhardts insisted she be enrolled into a magical academy. Naturally they would settle for nothing short of the best and so Avalice was marked as a potential candidate. The only problem lay in the fact Kiara had no interest in enrolling or even learning better control over her own magic. For despite being taken in, there was still some yearning to discover her actual namesake. Thus, by choice or chance, it was discovered one of her bloodkin once enrolled into Avalice with the name of “Bastion” as their moniker; perhaps one of her parents.

Such knowledge was the final convincing argument for her to ultimately apply to Avalice, though only under negotiation she would take the Bastion name for herself. Through trial and effort, she eventually made it into Avalice, though only barely. With little control of her magic already, she was placed into the infamous Class C. Of course, that was fine enough for her. Even if it meant starting at the bottom, all that mattered to her was finding some closure to her origins, enrolling as a Reinhardt but graduating as a Bastion.

C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Magic (?)

_{✪ M A N A C O L O R}

Royal Blue

_{✪ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

A sharp tension that grows calmer the deeper one peers into its near-abyssal qualities.

_{✪ E Q U I P M E N T}

Volted Tome: As per all users of the arcane arts, Kiara uses a tome to assist her in combat and all magical properties. Strangely, no matter how much she studies the text, the tome acts like less of a spellbook and more of a conduit between her own magic and the outside world. More often than not, Kiara uses the tome as an item to both enhance her own spells and to regulate her mana as well.

_{✪ M A G I C}

Dynamic Magic: Energy

_{✪ S P E L L S}

✦ Mystic Perception: By regulating the flow of mana through her eyes, Kiara can see the movement of energy and mana that pools and circulates through living things. Such a spell serves no real purpose aside from letting her perceive others' mana more clearly and densely than most as well as giving her an unnecessary light show for her eyes when need be. It does, however, make for good spying via seeing people's energy and mana flow under lowlight conditions.

✦ Railgun: Gathering up mana into a singular point, Kiara will fire off the condensed energy as a single blast. From its usage, it seems the Volted Tome acts as a gathering point to help stabilize her mana before she fires the magic. Physically, it manifests as a bolt of single fire energy blasted at rapid speeds much akin to a single-shot firearm. Ironically, or perhaps unironically, Kiara fires her magic through her pointer finger and thumb held back like an actual firearm.

✦ Schrade Shroud: Drawing in mana towards herself, Kiara can harness and then unleash a rampant surge of crackling electricity outwards with herself as the source and focal point. What results is a defensive spell that can not only shock any who seek harm towards her, but also act as an offensive tool for those who've breached her defense. The greatest defense is, after all, the greatest offense as well.

_{✪ T E C H N I Q U E S}

✦ Self-Cast: Focusing her mana, Kiara can direct the flow of its energy inwards instead of outwards. As a result, her physical reactions and prowess are increased. So far, it's manifested as increased speed and agility, allowing her to dodge and react much quicker than usual when in use.

► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✪ M A N A | 5 / 5
✪ C H A N N E L I N G | 3 / 5
✪ M A G I C | 2 / 5
✪ T E C H N I Q U E | 1 / 5
✪ S T R E N G T H | 3 / 5
✪ S P E E D | 4 / 5
✪ B O D Y | 2 / 5
✪ I N T E L L E C T | 3 / 5

[Dezuel]

Mandi

Personal Information
Name: Mandi El-Alzaru
Titles: Mandi,Neon Flower,Aqua Rose, Mandi the dandy and Handy Mandi.There is also too many to count bad ones.
Age: 16
Gender: Unknown (Find out IC! It's one of the two)
Date of Birth: May 13th
Hobbies: Writing and reading poems, snooping around, discovering old magic and objects, magic and physical endurance training, alchemical study, herbalism and lastly dressing up in flashy clothes.
Height / Weight: 168cm/60kg
Personality: Mandi is highly talkative and formal in speech, the voice soft but with a hint of sting in it, which might be shown would Mandi lose the temper or there is a need for urgency or seriousness. It would be noticed upon first meeting the androgynous youngling, is that Mandi's own personal achievements, talent and progress is being downright downplayed by the young mage, being very humble when others give praise and merely waving it off as nonsense. Mandi finds more liking in praising others, often over-praising them as a result.

A wild discussion has always gone about if Mandi is a boy or a girl, but none has so far been able to get proof supporting either. Some individuals have in past even made it their personal goal to discover the truth, but to little avail for Mandi would not tell them if directly asked, merely answering with a soft "Hmph." This aside, Mandi is very steadfast and strongwilled, always carefully considering things in advance before going forth, providing such is given ofcourse. Mandi likes to verbally discuss matters of magic, the world and various philosophical beliefs. Ultimately the young mage shows a keen interest in conversations with others, but the known reasons for this overly social desire is unknown to most.

History:

Mandi El-Alzaru is the youngest child of an old and noble line of mages, which has been living in Genelogia for ages, most of said line however became corrupted while fighting evil and turned to evil themselves and were slain or imprisoned as a result. Such were the case with Mandi's older siblings, father, fraternal grandparents and many other ancestors. But occasionally there has been some which has been able to resist the lure of power and not give in to evil. Mandi prefers to not speak of family nor past much, but the young mage still carries the name El-Alzaru. But not with pride, but rather with just a tone of certainty, of confirmation that this is in fact true.

When confronted with the crimes and even the good done by family members, Mandi grows silent and prefers to walk away if possible, one might easily figure out it isn't a favorite subject at all.

Mandi's magical training and uprising was always done with a feeling of restraint and control, the young mage seldom allowed others to see the true extent of the magic wielded by the youngest of house El-Alzaru. While some suspected there to be some power in the bloodline, others thought it was a matter of a persons will or personal magical affinity that played a larger part. There are those who deemed those of El-Alzaru to be self-rightious, doomed, cursed or weak-willed. While others considered the house to have the potential to provide strong and capable mages, but that the wrong training and the lust for power had driven them to unfortunate ends. Some blame were also put on mentors and teachers.

When the time came for Mandi to attend to Avalice, there was curiousity in Mandi's eyes and upon hearing of the class assigned it was met with not a sigh, but mere silence. Class Camellia, where none has graduaded for was it? Ten years?

Fate was surely at play. But were this a rebel against fate?

Combat Information
Classification: Magic
Mana Color: Neon blue
Mana Characteristic: A sense of calm, control and cold. But deeper in there is a heat.
Equipment:

Grimoire El-Alzaru: Spellbook containing the passed down family spells within. Neatly attached to the belt and kept under close watch at all times.
Dagger: A long and slightly curved dagger carried by the belt.
Hair-sticks: Improvised piercing weapons or lockpicks.
Water container: Carries emergency water. Can also be used to whack someone over the head with for minor bruising.

Magic: Lost Magia: Hydromancy

Spells:

Hydromantica: Creates water which the wielder can manipulate as they please while also being able to utilize some other water-based spells to amplify or change it. This is a low effort channeling of magic, which is in effect until the caster loses focus or it is removed. It can be made to create jets of water, whirlpools, orbs of water, vortexes and basically anything the wielder wishes from water, which may be hurled or propelled towards foes. Or be used defensively. Mandi is also able to feel if anyone or anything comes into contact with water under the young mage's control. Be it from feeling the change of pressure or ripples in the flow.
Thermocia: Adjusts the temperature to minor or drastic means in water controlled, to create steam or ice.
Tome ward: This is a special warding Mandi has thrown upon the grimoire to prevent it from taking damage from water or other magics, aswell as to prevent it from being stolen. The book repels magic unless the person speaks the proper word to unlock it and remove the warding spell. The only spell known by Mandi currently which is not connected to hydromancy of some kind.
Hydrosancti: Blesses the water under control to become holy, becoming dangerous for undead, devils and darker creatures while imbueing non-evil things with minor healing if bathed in water of such properties.
Aquaservantum: Creates one or several golems made of water which obey the creator's commands. These servants are mindless and only heed simple commands such as "Fight, Follow, Guard, Hold and actions which require them to lift something, open something or very mundane tasks.

Parameters
Mana: 4 / 5
Channeling: 5 / 5
Magic: 3 / 5
Technique: 1 / 5
Strength: 1 / 5
Speed: 3 / 5
Body: 4 / 5
Intellect: 5 / 5

[Chezka]

Yvaine Ozana

Yvaine Ozana ^☾

16 // Feb 29 // Female░░

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✰ personal

_HOBBIES
Singing, star gazing, reading, fortune telling
_{HEIGHT / WEIGHT}
5'3 (161.5 cm), 102 lbs (46.2 kg)

_PERSONALITY
At first glance, Yvaine would seem to many a pillar of elegance. She carries herself with an almost regal manner, not imposing but compelling all the same, and exudes an air of gentleness that can be quite infectious. Children and the elderly in particular seem to take solace in her presence; one of the younger girls in the convent used to say she had the same effect on her as her favorite doll. Genuine to a fault, Yvaine has a tendency to overextend her generosity if someone so much as looks at her with pleading eyes.

Her naturally soft-spoken voice and traditionally feminine sensibilities serve to reinforce the image of her as this graceful person, but in truth, her outward poise belies a clueless, wide-eyed romantic with embarrassingly pure notions about the world at large. All the years she spent behind the walls of the priory has definitely skewed her perception of reality. Most of her worldly knowledge was attained through books and the alternatingly sugar-coated or embellished stories told by the priory's novices. As a result, Yvaine tends to see blue skies and silver linings.

Perennially curious and laughably gullible, Yvaine's desire to learn about the world, supplemented by her wild imagination, will have her believing everything she's told.

_HISTORY
Orphaned at an early age, Yvaine was raised by the renowned sisters of the Priory of St. Cecilia alongside other young girls sent there to receive holy orders. For a long time, her whole world consisted only of the convent and its daily goings-on. She had to earn her keep by running errands about the priory: cooking, cleaning, and everything else in between. Despite not being officially enrolled as an apostle, she was exposed to the classes being taught so often that she eventually picked up on the art. She learned the tenets of the faith and the ways of holy magic, and although she only got to practice when the other students lent their scrolls and scriptures, she would prove to have a natural inclination for it.

When the abbess found out, she immediately imposed upon her a series of trials to further assess her abilities. Not a week later, an eccentric nobleman arrived at the convent, seeking Yvaine and claiming guardianship over her. The process was remarkably instantaneous: one moment, she was running errands as usual and the next, she was whisked away by a complete stranger, to the world that lay beyond the convent walls. Even now, Yvaine hasn't found out how her guardian procured the necessary paperwork needed as proof, but she admires him for his beyond generous contribution to the priory.

Yvaine didn't know what to expect when she stepped into the carriage with her mysterious guardian, but going from the priory directly to the famous Academy of Might & Magics was beyond even the scope of her imagination.

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✰ combat

_{CLASSIFICATION}
Magic
_{MANA COLOR}
A bright gold that seems to almost gleam and glow, especially under a night sky.
_{MANA CHARACTERISTICS}
An inviting embrace that makes you feel at peace. Simultaneously like basking in the sun, with a cool breeze lapping at your skin and bathing in the moon's glow, its light warm and soothing.
_EQUIPMENT
𝑪𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 - In place of the standard mage's spellbook, Yvaine uses a hymnal scroll that contains the celestial dieties' sacred texts and its accompanying musical score. There are a wide variety of hymns available at her disposal, but in order to use it to its full potential, Yvaine must not only know the words and the melody, but understand its meaning as well.

_MAGIC
Hymn Magic: Astrolatry

_SPELLS
Sunrise ^{『 The Sun ☼ 1st score, 2nd verse 』}
As Yvaine sings the hymn, a small glowing glyph appears beneath the intended target's feet. The person will feel a gentle warmth envelop them, soothing any pain they may have as wounds begin to mend and ailments are alleviated. The more severe the injury, the longer the hymn has to be drawn out.

Lunar Eclipse ^{『 The Moon ☾ 3rd score, 8th verse 』}
Yvaine summons a protective barrier around the target that lasts as long as she can properly perform the hymn. Its shape is dependent on the current phase of the moon, which means it is only all-encompassing during a full moon. On a new moon, the spell acts differently: while Yvaine is unable to cast the barrier around others, she can cast it on herself, at which point the barrier not only repels attacks, but redirects it in turn.

Starfall ^{『 The Star ✫ 5th score, 4th verse 』}
Yvaine calls forth stars to rain down from the sky, creating blinding pillars of light that strike within the vicinity. If a star comes into contact with someone, the person is momentarily stunned.

Constellation: Pegasus ^{『 The Star ✫ 2nd score, 3rd verse 』}
Yvaine sings a short hymn that grants her a temporary pair of wings--small and glowy, looking almost like they're made of thousands of tiny stars--and the ability to fly.

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✰ parameters

MANA ★★★★★	CHANNELING ★★★★☆	MAGIC ★★★★★	TECHNIQUE ★★☆☆☆	STRENGTH ★☆☆☆☆	SPEED ★★★☆☆	BODY ★☆☆☆☆	INTELLECT ★★★☆☆

[Relin]

The Cub

Personal Information
Name: Ty Varen
Titles: The Cub
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: August 8
Hobbies: Cooking (and eating), Exploring, Staying Active.
Height / Weight: 5’2’’ / 105 lbs
Appearance:

Personality: Boisterous and rowdy with an attitude much larger than his stature. Ty is a boy that knows no fear, even when he should. He is quick to judge whether he will like someone and slow to change his mind about it. Want an opinion? He’s got one for pretty much everything, even if he has no idea what he’s talking about. But, beneath his rough exterior is ultimately a kind heart.

History: Ty comes from a long line of hunters. Every member of his family, male and female, extended or otherwise, braves the wilderness and bests wild beasts to take home food. And they all have rugged physiques as if they’ve been genetically engineered for the task. To say he was the runt of the litter would be an understatement, and he was constantly bullied by his siblings and his cousins. His small size compared to his
family earned him the nickname, “The Cub,” quite derogatory for a family of hunters.

However, the Varen family used only a small bit of magic. Just a bit of augmentation to make them more swift or their eyes a bit more keen here and there. Ty knew he’d never be able to best them physically, so he trained in the one area they all neglected: magic. He saw it as the great equalizer when he discovered his beast magic. He could do things his siblings could only dream of. Problem was, they didn’t care. So, he decided to prove them wrong and become a hero. Then they’d have to care!

On Ty’s first day at Avalice, he issued a formal challenge to the first seat of The Miracle Seven, against pretty much everyone’s advice. But, he was adamant, and goaded the first seat into accepting the challenge. The fight lasted all of ten seconds, and nobody was surprised. Frustrated, but not deterred, Ty vowed to take that seat one day.

Combat Information

Classification: Might

Mana Color: Tiger Stripe

Mana Characteristic: It feels like a predator, crouched and hidden, ready to pounce!

Equipment: Ty’s spellbook is a leather-bound journal with various sketches of animals rather than words explaining spells. His magic is kinesthetic in nature, so images convey the information he needs far more effectively than words ever could.

Magic: Beast Magic - Adaptation

Techniques:
Tiger Claw – Ty uses his beast magic to alter his arm into a tiger claw. As the name suggests, he can slash at enemies as swiftly and strongly as a tiger.

Sixth Sense – By channeling mana, Ty gains a heightened sense of awareness. He senses aren’t enhanced, per say, but he is more aware of the things he can sense.

Constrictor Limb – Ty uses his beast magic to alter a limb into a snake-like form. His limb can wrap around an enemy, choking them and crushing their bones.

Bull Charge – Ty uses his beast magic to alter his upper body, making it as hardy and resilient as a bull’s. With a sudden burst of speed, he can batter his enemy.

Tortoise Shell – Ty uses his beast magic to form a shell on a part of his body. Obviously, good for blocking.
Parameters
Mana: 1 / 5
Channeling: 2 / 5
Magic: 2 / 5
Technique: 5 / 5
Strength: 4 / 5
Speed: 4 / 5
Body: 4 / 5
Intellect: 1 / 5

[Matsuri]

Alberta

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Alberta von Blumenthal

_{✦ T I T L E S}

Berta | Queen of Thorns | Queen of Pricks

_{✦ A G E}

16

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Female

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

March 21^st

_{✦ H O B B I E S}

Gardening | Embroidery | Tea brewing

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

5'10 (177 cm) | 132 lbs (60 kg)

_{✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Alberta is perhaps one of the biggest bullies in the academy's student body, with a penchant for intimidating the weak in the most snide and derisive way possible. Once standing amongst the best students of Avalice, the vanity she emanates is almost suffocating. She's quick to mock even the smallest of her peers' mistakes, and her ego is almost too inflated to believe. Though Alberta's arrogance, hot temper and crude tongue seem to show no bounds, her high societal ranking reminds her to remain a little more graceful and proper in the company of her social superiors. Most of the time, anyway.

But in reality, Alberta is a lonely, bitter mess of a child. Trust and kindness don't come easily to a girl who's been scorned and neglected her entire life. She knows no better than to lash out at her opposition or be suspicious of true generosity, and has a hard time believing one could ever genuinely care for her. Alberta's mean-spirited personality and aggressive behaviour shields the insecurities that plague her heart, and she goes to lengths to distract herself from them; she'll indulge in luxuries or throw herself into training, anything to keep her mind off what she perceives as a major weakness. But if there's one word of praise that can be said about Alberta, it's her determination. No matter how painful the training regimens, how tiring the studies, or how condescending her superiors, Alberta is fiercely determined to reach the top of the school on her own accord. Not for her family, not for her professors, but for herself. It is there she once belonged, and it is there where she will strive to dominate.

_{✦ H I S T O R Y}

A curtain of shame had been hung over the Blumenthal family since the death of Lord Dietrich von Blumenthal 173 years ago, who was presumed to be the last competent mage of the once respected house. What followed was a succession of unremarkables and failures, each one worse than the last. That was until Lord Aldrich von Blumenthal, the current patriarch and Alberta's grandfather, dedicated himself to repairing his family's honour through endless hours of intense study and excruciating work. And shockingly, he succeeded; the Blumenthal house was gaining respect again, their lands and riches were being restored, and his beloved daughter Lady Adalind had shown the potential to surpass Aldrich from the age she enrolled into Avalice. By her thirties she was happily married to a fellow academy graduate, and soon Alberta von Blumenthal would be welcomed into the world.

But things took a turn for the worst when Adalind's husband fell in battle to a group of rogue mages a day before Alberta was born. The grief took an extra toll on Adalind, and the already difficult pregnancy weakened her body. She didn't survive her daughter's birth.

Alberta was not welcomed into the world, rather mistreated by a devastated and spiteful grandfather. Though she was magically gifted, Aldrich refused to acknowledge the young girl's talent and was only frustrated that she could never be the prodigy her mother once was. As their relationship worsened, so did Alberta's temperament, and Aldrich was almost fearful of the shame her attitude and supposed incompetence could bring to the family after all his immense efforts to restore it to its former glory. While he knew his granddaughter would have to take his position soon, he couldn't help but detest her for ending his daughter's life. It was the biggest sigh of relief to Aldrich when he sent Alberta away to Avalice.

Enrolled into Class R, Alberta steadily rose in recognition and notoriety; she was a wealthy high born mage with talent and beauty, and that drew people to her. It was almost euphoric, receiving such strong recognition and praise for the first time in her life. But that wasn't enough for Alberta, she wanted more attention, more power. With two other classmates at her side, the trio made it their hobby to overpower weaker students and make them miserable; that superiority made her feel like she could overcome anything. Much to the frustration of her adversaries, Alberta was still considered a rising star amongst the student body, her talent seeming to overshadow her cruelty.

But one could say Alberta soon got what she deserved. An intense row with her grandfather before the last semester of the school year left Alberta at her lowest in a long time, and her academic performance suffered. The tipping point for Alberta was when one of her two close classmates, who'd had enough of Alberta's antics, bested her in a class sparring session. For the first time in a while she had been totally beaten down, verbally humiliated in front of a class of thirty who all cheered for her defeat. It was like her classmate's words had been taken straight out of her grandfather's mouth, and that stirred something in Alberta. In a fit of rage and fear, briars erupted from the ground and shot towards her classmate with full intention of taking her life, and had Class R's professor not saved her on time, such a catastrophe would have happened. Alberta's brutality couldn't go unnoticed any longer; circumstances had to be changed, otherwise she wouldn't.

Now Alberta has fallen to the bottom of the school food chain, placed in Class C against her will. Though she still faces humiliation from her former classmates and those who've heard of her fall from grace, Alberta refuses to bend to their remarks. She has yet to be humbled by her experience and if there's one thing this new class needs to teach her, it's some genuine respect.

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Magic

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Deep Green

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

Sharp, constricting and unpredictable.

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

The Language of Flowers is the main spellbook used by the Blumenthal family, containing incantations that date back centuries ago. Though small in size the spells inside grant great power and versatility in the hands of a person who understands its intricacies. The book is separated into different chapters or 'Languages': Roses, Sunflowers, Marigolds and Wisteria. Each chapter has its own speciality, including offensive, defensive and supplementary. Though it is possible to learn and utilise every language with enough training and study, those who use the spellbook often specialise in one language.

_{✦ M A G I C}

Flora Magic: Language of Flowers

_{✦ S P E L L S}

✤ Rose Garden: Alberta summons large rose briars from the ground, and directs them towards her opponent. It also grants her the ability to bind or trap someone, making them susceptible to other attacks. Depending on her mana input, the briars can increase in size, strength and speed.
✤ Bleeding Thorns: A flurry of small thorn projectiles surround Alberta until she hurls them towards a target. This spell is a lot faster to conjure than her briars, but it is much easier to deflect and injuries sustained are often minor.
✤ Scarlet Wind: Alberta transforms into a gale of rose petals and charges towards her opponent with great speed. The strength of the gale is enough to knock the average person off their feet, as if she was shoving them with her entire body weight. This spell can be used as a minor distraction or to evade incoming attacks. However, it is a very taxing spell to use especially in succession, and Alberta can retain this form for only a few seconds.

✤ Daybreak Florescence: A spell from the Language of Sunflowers, Alberta stretches her hand out until a blinding yellow light flashes from it. While it works well during any time of the day, it works best during the night when the eyes have become more adjusted to the dark. It cannot be used as a temporary light source, as its brightness is intended to stun those in Alberta's immediate vicinity. The effects of this spell aren't as severe on its caster, but Alberta still has to shut her eyes when she uses it.

✤ Golden Symphony: A spell from the Language of Marigolds, a deep golden glow envelops Alberta's body, temporarily alleviating her physical pains. The spell is originally intended to heal others, but as of now she is only able to use this spell on herself, and only for ten minutes.

To be learned

Language of Roses

✤ Briar Sword

Language of Sunflowers

✤ Sunflower Steel
✤ Blooming Sunshine

Language of Marigolds

✤ Marigold Cradle
✤ Morning Valley

Language of Wisteria

✤ Wisteria Nest
✤ Midnight Forest
✤ Violet Symphony

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄
✦ M A N A | 3 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 5 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 5 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 1 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 1 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 2 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 1 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 4 / 5

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[AlteredTundra]

Caelum Tempesta

Caelum Tempesta

_{16 ♦ 5/29 ♦ Male ♦ 5'6/134lbs}

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Personal Information

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titles.

• Stormbringer || The main title often associated with Caelum due to his style of magic and also the name of his sword.
• Young Adventurer || For his thrillseeking tendencies
• Curious Caelum || For his unrelenting curiosity and general habit of being nosey.

hobbies.

• Finding out new things (useless or not)
• Adventuring
• Asking too many questions
• Strawberry shortcake (everyone has a sweet tooth)
• Napping in the fields of wherever he travels

personality.

Caelum presents himself in the most honest, genuine, but absolutely annoying, of ways. Well, let’s backtrack. He is someone with an inquisitive mind, and his appetite for knowing things knows no equal. He is always willing to pay attention to those willing to tell him stories. On the equal, opposite side of this coin, his gluttony for knowledge also leads him into asking questions. He is the very embodiment that tests the theory of “is there such a thing as a stupid question?”

He has a love for adventure too, which also stems from his time as a child, exploring areas of his village that may or may not have been too dangerous for him to go to alone. This again ties into his curiosity and he often will go in it alone. He is always down for going into the dark cave or creepy forest. Will this break rules? Maybe, but part of him doesn’t care. Part of him likes risk. With no risk, life would be pretty boring.

history.

Throughout his entire life, Caelum was told the tales of the Miracle Seven and the vast city of Avalice and the Academy of Might and Magic. His father, who was once a student and someone in the running of the legendary group (though a few mishaps led to utter failure) told him of all of his adventures and how the stories he repeated back to his son didn’t do it justice. Caelum was told of the monsters his father fought, the lessons he underwent, the number of hours spent honing his magic - all of it was done so and yet…

And yet, though Caelum wouldn’t know it until years later, his father’s stories weren’t told with pride but shame. It was a shame that forced him to a small village far out in the countryside where the most adventurous thing that happened were the gatherings of wild boars in the fields near the village. Despite how his father felt about his failures, Caelum looked up to his father. In this life where your greatest achievements aren’t defined by what you did but what you keep on doing in the face of adversity, Caelum’s father, once a powerful mage by the name of Vento who commanded wind, soon found his purpose — his legacy — one fateful day.

As rain poured down on the village of Valore, clouds gathered and lightning began to strike upon the fields and trees, setting everything ablaze. The fire spread and panic soon followed, but it was one house that sat upon a tall hill that remained unharmed and protected by a brilliant light. This light warded off even the rain. After it was all said and done, when the village was in ruins and Vento and Caelum walked out unharmed, though confusion was one of the first emotions to come after the terror of their home destroyed, a shining beacon of hope presented itself in the aura that surrounded Caelum. Brilliant and ethereal, his body was covered in a cloudy mana aura, hovering around him like a cloud over the sun. Sparks of green electricity, even if it was just for a split second, flashed in his olive eyes.

And in that moment, when Vento had all but given up on life but his son, his own fire awakened in his son. And for eleven years, as time went on and Caelum grew into a young man, by the age of fourteen, he had gone from a young boy with all of the magic potentials in the world to a trained young man with skills and a genuine lust for knowledge that his father, who finally caved in after falling ill just five months ago, possessed.

Caelum spent a couple of years traveling the lands. He possessed the skills to last on his own on the road but he knew where he was going. His father had told him of the place when he was younger: The Academy of Might and Magic. A wonderful place his father told him about and he had every intention of becoming a student. He would make his father proud. No matter what it took, Caelum Tempesta would do what his father could not. He would become a Miracle Seven.

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Combat Information

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classification.

Might

mana color.

Shades of mystical blue, green, and pure white.

mana characteristic.

Like wind is pushing against your face, carrying you, lifting you up and then like a jolt of electricity surges through your body, sending a tingling sensation through your entire body and after.

equipment.

Stormbringer — A magically-imbued sword that was passed down to him from his father. It is a simple, singlehanded broadsword as white as the clouds in the sky after it rains. With it, Caelum is capable of channeling his mana and use it for battle.

magic.

Elemental Magic: Storm Paladin

techniques.

Piercing Lightning
Caelum centers the flow of his mana into his Stormbringer and coats it in a static lightning aura. As it cackles, by swinging it in whichever way he needs to, a thin, yet powerful slice of lightning is hurled at an opponent. It is capable of stunning them for several moments.

Surging Shock
Caelum stabs his Stormbringer into the ground. By placing one hand on the top of the hilt and the other on the ground, he simultaneously channels his mana through the ground and his sword, creating a fissure-like effect on said ground and it explodes in a 6-foot geyser of blue-green lightning, aiming to hit anything within its path of destruction.

Maelstrom Barrage
As Caelum rapidly slashes at an opponent with his mana-infused blade, short bursts of wind and electricity follows almost immediately. He keeps this up for twelve slashes and finishes it with a final, charged downward vertical slash that sends a concentrated blast of electricity into whatever it touches.

Parameters
Mana: 4 / 5
Channeling: 4 / 5
Magic: 3 / 5
Technique: 3 / 5
Strength: 3 / 5
Speed: 3 / 5
Body: 2 / 5
Intellect: 3 / 5

[Dead Cruiser]

The Black Prince

16 | Male | 31 July | 4 Cubits | 3254 Gold Debens

Hobbies
Dice games, chariot racing, hunting, fashion, makeup, jewelry, plotting to usurp his father's throne.

Personality
Sekhandur is narcissistic, hedonistic, indulgent, and uninhibited; all traits one would expect from a one who literally believes himself to be a god walking among mortals. Despite these qualities, he is surprisingly genial, lacking the pettiness or cruelty one would expect from one with his mannerisms. Sekhandur can also be diligent, determined, quick-witted, generous, and contemplative. His more benevolent nature stems from his god complex as well-- he truly believes that he is genuinely a superior being, and feels no insecurity or need to defend that fact. Even so, he is not without a dark streak. If the situation calls for it, Sekhandur can be utterly ruthless, scheming, or deceptive, as he sees no reason to choose the most pragmatic route to attaining that which he desires.

History
Sekhandur is the bastard son of the God-King of the Empire of Kemet, Pharaoh Qezremah IX, and a highborn woman of lesser nobility, Nefertari Khain. Kemet is a vast empire that rules much of the deep desert, famous for its towering stone monuments constructed by legions of slaves and undead. Qezremah, the ninth Pharaoh to bear that name, is referred to by many of his subjects as the White King, partially due to his kindness and generosity, but also due to his perceived weakness and cowardice. It was this kindness that moved him to bring Sekhandur to live with him at court, legally recognizing him as the Pharaoh's son, when he learned of his birth. A largely unprecedented act for a king, this action spurred much discontent among his advisors and the high nobility. Despite their protests, Sekhandur lived as a prince in the royal palace, enjoying the same care and privilege as his trueborn sisters, as for the longest while he was Qezremah's only male offspring.

Much changed when Qezremah's sister-wife, the Queen Manya, bore him a son, the prince Orimund. Now that he had a trueborn male heir to marry to his daughter Itzara when it came time for her to ascend to the throne, he had no need for Sekhandur within the palace. Rather than simply do away with him as a more brutal king might, Qezremah had him sent away to the distant city-state of Genelogia, under the guise of having him study to become Itzara's vizier. In truth, he hopes that Sekhandur never returns to Kemet, and in fact bribed the administrators of Avalice to set Sekhandur up for failure, who complied with his request by placing the exiled prince in the class with the worst track record for graduating students: Camellia.

However, Sekhandur learned of his father's plot quite some time in advance, as he first sensed something amiss when his magical tutor refused to teach him the domain of Kemeti magics reserved for those of royal blood: Sesha-Hebsu, the Closed Book. Rather than having this power denied to him, before his departure for Genelogia Sekhandur stole into his father's private vault and made off with his personal grimoire, hoping to teach himself the secret magic of kings.

Combat Information
Classification
Magic

Mana Color
Iridescent shimmering GOLD on BLACK

Mana Characteristic
The humbling magnificence of a billion stars shining in the desert sky.

Equipment
Sekhandur carries a Was staff for channeling his power, a magnificent tool adorned in pure gold and lapis lazuli. He also carries bears his father's grimoire, the tome "Hymns of the Creation of the Temakh", which carries not only the secret utterances of kings, but ancient history about the origins of Kemet and its royal bloodline.

Magic
Sekhandur is a student of Sesha-Hebsu, the secretive branch of Kemeti magic reserved for its God-Kings and their descendants. This magical style draws on the divine power that has been preserved for generations in the pharaonic bloodline since they first mixed their flesh and souls with the Shan'iatu thousands of years ago. Sehsa-Hebsu literally translates to "the closed book," but is also called "Utterances of Kings," by some, and its power is terrible. This magic can call upon the natural elements to do the bidding of the king, release the pure energy of mana from the king's soul, commune with the stars to divine their secrets, and even assert mastery over the forces of life and death.

Spells
AWAKEN THE DEAD
Sekhandur can compel a corpse to do his bidding. Either briefly rousing it to answer his questions, or reanimating the body as a simple, shambling undead,.

CTHONIC DOMINION
The incorporeal undead are also Sekhandur's to command. With this spell he may reveal the ghosts in an area, render them vulnerable to physical harm, bind them to his will, or swallow them to consume their mana.

GIFT OF THE GOD-KING
Unleashing the majesty of his divine soul, Sekhandur can mend wounds and injuries.

REBUKE THE VIZIER
Sekhandur can shield himself from magic power with special wards.

SECRETS RIPPED FROM SKIES
By staring into the night sky, Sekhandur can divine the his exact location and the hour of night.

WATER OF LIFE AND DEATH
Sekhandur can summon a spring of fresh, clear water where he stands, which heals those that imbibe from it.

WRATHFUL DESERT POWER
Sekhandur commands the essence of the earth. He may scour his foes with blasts of sand, create dust devils that chase down his enemies like living beasts, or create a clay shell to armor himself.

Parameters
Mana
☥☥☥☥

Channeling
☥☥☥☥

Magic
☥☥☥☥☥

Technique
☥☥☥

Strength
☥☥☥

Speed
☥☥

Body
☥☥

Intellect
☥☥☥☥

[KoL]

Eris Reinhardt

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

____________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ Link to the original, full image.(NSFW) ⇲ NAME: Eris Reinhardt ⇲ TITLES: Dark Scion ⇲ AGE: 17 ⇲ GENDER: Female ⇲ DATE OF BIRTH: December 13th ⇲ HOBBIES: Fashion Design and the Liberal Arts. ⇲ HEIGHT / WEIGHT: 156cm / 52kg ____________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________

⇲ PERSONALITY & HISTORY ""If it was fate that brought us here, then... my path is sealed."" Eris Eris is complex, like a stained glass window. She's a child born and raised in a wealthy household, groomed to take the mantle of the Reinhardt's knightly tradition and history of service to Crown and Country when the time was right. For that purpose, education was fundamental. And, Eris always had the best when it comes to any aspects of it. She's a lover of fashion and the liberal arts, with philosophy and mathematics—especially geometry—being her fortes when it comes to classical education. She's no slouch when it comes to martial topics as well. Being well acquainted with the roles of leader and frontline combatant. A life built on balance, indeed. However, if there's something that breaks the mirror-like symmetry Eris always strives for, it's her ""older sister"". From an early age, Eris has always regarded Kiara as her own blood, to the point that she shared her birthday and age with the once-nameless girl. Eris doesn't hide her admiration and love for Kiara, but she always had a hard time approaching the dark-haired girl in a way that didn't cause misunderstandings between them. Perhaps, deep down there was some underlying grudges one, or both, of them couldn't voice or at least that was what Eris thought when Kiara decided to abandon her and come to Avalice seeking the literal ghosts of her nebulous past. Despite the opinion that the society in general has of this academy, it never was Eris' intention to join it. If nothing else, she felt the whole ""honor and prestige"" was just a convenient excuse most people had to turn their attention towards so-called saviors and cease struggling for themselves. And then, when an unavoidable disaster happens, they would also have a convenient set of scapegoats to blame for it. Eris had no intentions of abiding to the whims of such a complacent society. She was never going to be a jester tip-toeing in a tightrope for their entertainment while juggling the values she held dear to her heart. Her true self. Naturally, Fate had something else in store for her. When Kiara decided to follow the path she did, Eris also made her mind to follow her sister and finally be open with her. She almost couldn't control her impulses when she knew that the staff placed her sister in a class of rejects and failures instead of class A. Eris knew that Kiara was worth much more than that. If the teachers couldn't see it was their own fault for being blind buffoons. When it came the time for Eris' evaluation, she scored a perfectly average degree in all fields. So perfectly average in fact, that it was blatantly obvious that she was intentionally botching the entrance exam. Even so, the academy's staff could do nothing to forbid her from joining the class she wanted to, Class C, right beside her sister.

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
⇲ CLASSIFICATION	Magic. Though, she's so well-balanced she might as well be considered a hybrid.
⇲ MANA COLOR	A dazzling Gold, such as the color of her eyes.
⇲ MANA CHARACTERISTIC	As if one gazed at their own reflection in an infinitely stacked labyrinth of mirrors. Instead of projecting an feeling unto others, Eris compels them to look back into themselves. Understandably, it can be either unnerving or not, depending on each individual's true self.
⇲ EQUIPMENT	Eris' primary armaments are a dark, gun/crossbow hybrid whose main ammunition are mercury tipped bolts and a saber. She usually dual-wields the weapons with the crossbow in her right hand and the sword in her left. She also has a spellbook that allows her to cast her signature spells.
⇲ MAGIC	Refraction
⇲ SPELLS	Funnily enough, Eris' magic is almost all geared towards support, but she uses it to great effect, applying it to herself in order to be able to fight more effectively. Her signature spells include: —Reflect: Creates a mirror-like mercury shield that absorbs the damage of any strikes and returns a portion of it back to the source. It can also be used to ward off against non-offensive magic. —Haste: Creates a personal-range, time dilation field that speeds up the target of this spell. —Illusion: Uses light and mercury mirrors to create generalized illusion effect. One of Eris' favorite uses for this ability is producing mirror images of herself, to confuse any opponents. She can also use it to make herself or others invisible, look like completely different people, etc. As expected of illusion magic, it's a very broad ability with a range of applications limited only by the user's creative juices. —Light Shot: Eris' only non-support oriented magic. A magical beam of focused light that can be fired in many ways, including being redirected by her own Reflect mirrors. Another very flexible trick with a range of applications.
⇲ TECHNIQUES ____________________________________________________________	Eris doesn't have any special martial techniques in and off themselves. However, she does have a few tricks up her sleeve when it comes to fighting, especially while assisted by her magic.

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜
⇲ MANA	⬤⬤⬤⭘⭘
⇲ CHANNELING	⬤⬤⬤⭘⭘
⇲ MAGIC	⬤⬤⬤⭘⭘
⇲ TECHNIQUE	⬤⬤⬤⭘⭘
⇲ STRENGTH	⬤⬤⬤⭘⭘
⇲ SPEED	⬤⬤⬤⭘⭘
⇲ BODY	⬤⬤⬤⭘⭘
⇲ INTELLECT ________________________________________	⬤⬤⬤⭘⭘ ____________________________________________________________

[queenoftheages]

Verena Pariseau

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Verena Pariseau

_{✦ T I T L E S}

The Guardian | Human Shield |

_{✦ A G E}

17

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Female

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

January 7^th

_{✦ H O B B I E S}

Horseback riding | Hunting | Learning about the history of places | Rough-housing |

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

6'1" (186 cm) | 185 lbs

_{✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Boisterous, if not a bit tone deaf, and outgoing, Verena is definitely a people person through and through. She enjoys the company of others greatly and hates to be alone or to be unincluded. Touchy-feely, she's not one to hesitate giving hugs or wrap an arm around someone's shoulder or link arms with another, she's actually quite unapologetic in that matter. Perhaps overwhelming to some, she doesn't exactly realize when she's being too much, either that or she doesn't care.

Curious by nature, Verena has a love for exploring new things, sometimes considered foolish for her naivety. Also easily impressed, she doesn't have trouble gaining respect to those around her which can lead her to blindly follow some without question. Because of this, she's seen as gullible and perhaps even a door mat, but she sees herself as fiercely loyal and would protect those she's close with to the end. Although swayed with ease, once she has her mind set on something, she can be as stubborn as a bull. Verena has very determined mindset and will go to great lengths to achieve a goal. Practical and optimistic, she is a "glass half full" type. She likes to imagine the best outcomes but also knows that there is work to be done to get to that point.

_{✦ H I S T O R Y}

The youngest child out of four, she being the only girl, Verena always knew what she wanted to be from a young age. She was never very interested in studying or learning complicated magic but instead being on the front lines being face-to-face with "evil" as she put it. Growing up in a small, well kept family of mages, the young warrior had to learn a lot from herself since techniques weren't her family's strong suit and she was never super adept to learning magic as most of it would go in one ear and out the other. Self-taught, her parents were always baffled at where this came from since none of her family members were close to being fighters.

But because none of them were fighters, Verena had a sense of duty to protect them although she was the youngest but it never bothered her. She was quick to stand up for them and would easily get provoked if someone were to say the wrong thing. Even though she could be a little much, her brothers were appreciative of her actions and would sometimes even help her with her fighting skills even as they had no clue as to what they were doing. Though a misfit (and proud), she and her family were very close nit. They all looked out for each other.

When it came to magic, that was definitely not her specialty. She had difficulty concentrating on the words and the feeling, never really grasping the concept of it all which made her a bit irritated with herself. She tried very hard to be good enough, wanting to be like her brothers, but it just never came to her. She couldn't learn the spells that her siblings did, only managing to keep a few. The ones she was actually interested in. When learning the sword, she didn't want to be held down by the weight of a shield, so her eldest brother taught her a few spells that he knew of. The only spells she was easily able to pick up, she took them and ran with it. Already a great swordfighter, she took pride in being able to show others what she could do. Her family quickly noticed her desire to help others, protecting them like she did to her siblings, not starting things but finishing them.

Deciding to enroll her into Avalice, Verena was certainly excited to be able to train with others like herself, and perhaps even make it into the infamous Miracle Seven. Being put in class C only made her more determined to prove herself, not only wanting herself to graduate but to help her classmates do so as well. Wide eyed and curious, she soaked everything in, quickly adapting to the pace and the feeling of the place. Now a few years later, she has been able to strengthen her skills and still staying in contact with her family, writing letters to them regularly. Now that graduation is quickly approaching, Verena is more fired up that ever to make sure that her vision becomes a reality.

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Might

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Lavender

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

The strange calmness of standing in the eye of a raging storm

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

Golem: A long, curve edged sword crafted by her brothers before she left for Avalice. She carries it with great pride.

_{✦ M A G I C}

Protection magic

_{✦ S P E L L S}

✤ Great Barrier: One of her most used spells, this spell creates an invisible shield in the shape of a dome in front of her that she can control at will. The size varies depending on the number of opponents. Either for defending herself or knocking enemies back, it doesn't take much mana so she is able to use it multiple times during battle.

✤ Mirrored Shield: If in peril or last resort, Verena can use an aggressor's attack against them. This spell sends an attack back to it's castor, sometimes but not always increasing its attack power. So it potentially makes the spell more dangerous than when it came. Taking up a lot of mana, she rarely uses it unless completely necessary.

✤ Unbreakable: An excellent shield against close range attacks, the young warrior is able to toughen her skin to make it nearly impenetrable. This lasts until it wears off, which is after a couple of blows. Although requiring a cool down period, it's a pretty easy spell so it acts as a physical shield would.

_{✦ T E C H N I Q U E}

✤ Boulder: Using her blade to carry momentum, she swings her sword low to the ground before pivoting and then she proceeds to use the other leg to kick at her opponent to momentarily stun them and push them back.

✤ The Feign: Pretending to be caught off guard, she lets down her defenses to allow an opponent to rush in. She then tackles and uses her Unbreakable spell so that the attacker does very little damage in order to try to escape. Unable to, she now has her opponent pinned.

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | 3 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 3 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 1 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 4 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 5 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 2 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 4 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 2 / 5

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[SilverPaw]

Ankaa Liu

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Ankaa Liu

_{✦ T I T L E S}

of the Iron Palm Sect | (Little) Wildcat | The Sixth

_{✦ A G E}

16

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Female

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

6th of June

_{✦ H O B B I E S}

Biology | Hiking and climbing | Drawing | Travelling and exploration | Herbalism | Medicine | Self-improvement

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

170 cm | 62 kg

_{✦ A P P E A R A N C E}

Artist - Josh Corpuz

Full

_{✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Competitive. Ankaa enjoys testing herself and believes direct competition is the best way to do so. She is also used to sparring as a daily activity.

Energetic. Liu is active and lively, full of energy, sometimes to the point of restlessness. This is what gets her into the occasional mischief or misadventure. She may even skip a boring lecture here and there, or allow herself to be baited into a fight.

Curious. She delights in anything or anyone new and unknown, though that interest is often short-lived. This trait is not readily apparent, as she is not an openly excitable person.

Down-to-earth. Ankaa is not one given to flights of fancy. She is interested in what she can use or obtain, and not in what she perceives as the unachievable. That is not to say she is not ambitious; she does strive to be better, always, but she is deeply aware of her limits. She certainly wants to rise and reach up, but knows there will be always people above her regardless of how far she comes. The only people she wouldn’t want to disappoint are her adoptive parents and herself, so attempts to motivate her through guilt-tripping usually fail.

Stubborn. Though she has made her peace with never becoming the best of the best, she is not the type to give up easily, especially not if it comes down to a matter of principle. Liu has a rigid set of standards and beliefs, and is resistant to outside attempts to change them. However, she also tries not to enforce her conviction on others. She is not exactly understanding of differences, though she’s working on it.

Wary. Ankaa has learned that not all people have good intentions, and so it will take a while for her to warm up to someone. She’s also watchful of her surroundings, and tends to dislike large and rowdy crowds, especially when people are forced to be packed in limited spaces.

Unforgiving. Ankaa doesn’t forget those who have wronged her, nor does she forgive them. She can hold a grudge for years.

_{✦ H I S T O R Y}

The first five years of her life, Ankaa spent with her parents, two travelling merchants. At that point, they felt comfortable going on longer journeys. It was on one of such trading excursions that they ran into trouble. One of mercenaries hired to guard them sold them out to a bandit group, in exchange for a cut of the profit they’d make off the stolen wares. The merchants were ambushed on a desolate road, and with inside help, the rest of the mercenaries supposed to protect them were felled easily. In a bid to protect her, Ankaa’s mother took her child, and ran with her to the nearby forest, located at the bottom of a mountain.

They were under the illusion of safety for perhaps an hour, but then a few of the more determined criminals showed up on their trail. They were promised some human ‘wares’ after all, and they did not want to let such easy prey go. Desperate, her mother hid her in the hollow of a tree, telling her to stay put and quiet. Then, the older woman left, approaching the bandits willingly, and gave herself up without a struggle, pleading with them to let her daughter be. Not entirely satisfied, the group of outlaws nonetheless departed.

Ankaa was alone, terrified out of her mind, paralyzed with horror and disbelief. However, she was forced to move hours later, due to her thirst and hunger. She wandered the forest, traversing and ascending the terrain. She was in a daze for the next few days, but quickly learned to be quiet and careful. The child survived off of grass, berries, and small ponds of water. As she was bound to with her lack of knowledge, she ate something she shouldn’t have. It was only luck that she was found soon enough by a local, then taken to the temple-cum-village up the mountain, where she was tended to.

She was slow to trust these strangers, though that they offered food, water, warmth, and a roof over her head went a long way. Two temple’s residents chose to adopt her, and became her guardians and foster parents. They were the first people Ankaa revealed her (first) name to, and the ones she chose to tell what had happened to her. A team of adults was arranged and sent to investigate, and though they discovered the victim’s corpses (including her father’s), neither the criminals nor her mother were anywhere to be found. So, Ankaa was taken in by the temple’s denizens.

She was taught by her guardians and the other adults, all of them monks and martial artists. They lived a simple, disciplined life, though the few children there were a bit freer than the adults. Ankaa learned the ways of the community, though it took years for her to lose that feeling of being an outsider. She treasured those who accepted her, and remained distant from those who did not. She took her guardians’ last name as hers, since she did not remember her former one. Ankaa practiced, grew, and matured. Her hatred at her past assailants mellowed, and she instead directed her energies and newly calm heart to bettering herself and the world.

She fancied that she might become a teacher, or a practitioner of medicine, as both healing and combat were precious interests of hers. Though her innate amount and skill for mana was very low, she was talented at channeling what little she had, and used it to supplement her martial arts, as she was taught to do. At one point in her adolescence, Ankaa expressed to her adoptive parents the desire to travel, to see the world, and obtain the wisdom of experience. Agreeing that putting the tenet of open-mindedness to the test was a good idea, they arranged for her to attend Avalice.

It has been a year since she has entered Genelogia – this city so strange to her, though it was (unknown to her) fairly close to her actual birthplace. Ankaa has had just enough time to get habituated to her new life and the academy. It has been much more colorful than she had expected, overwhelming at times. Admittedly, she was disappointed when she learned the Class C she was placed in was considered cursed. Nonetheless, she is as determined to make the best of her situation as she has always been.

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Might

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Sky-blue, shrouded by a swirling veil of violet.

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

Misty, soft, and subtle at a first glance, but surprisingly sharp and clear underneath the haze.

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

• A sabre. Though she’s primarily a hand-to-hand combatant, a weapon is useful for countering armed opponents.
• A leather-bound journal, which details the theory of self-enhancement and includes notes on how to manifest her magic externally.

_{✦ M A G I C}

Vitality magic: Manipulation

_{✦ S P E L L S}

Gale palm. Projecting her mana outwards, she drives a condensed ball of air from the palm of her hand, which has enough force to knock over, trip, or push back a person.

Rend the skies. Wrapping her mana around the blade of her weapon, she can use her sword to attack from a distance by creating cutting expulsions of wind.

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Body reinforcement: Ankaa circulates the mana within her body, increasing her physical characteristics. At a nearly passive level, the boost is minor but easy to maintain. Temporary explosive increases in power and speed are also possible, but drain her reserves quickly.

Energizing breath. As long as she keeps up balanced, deep, and controlled breathing, each inhale draws environmental mana into her, and each exhale expels minimal amounts of energy in turn. The result is a rather efficient energy upkeep, increased endurance, and a feeling of refreshed vigor.

Numbing strike. Ankaa coalesces and amplifies the energy within her hands and fingers. Upon contact* with a target, this energy disrupts their life force. The main effect is a short-termed paralysis of the targeted area, hence the technique’s name. Good for disarming, disabling, incapacitating, or (in the most severe cases) even killing an enemy. *Note: The contact doesn't have to be skin-to-skin, so armour generally doesn't mitigate the effects, though that doesn't mean this technique can't be defended against.

Unveiling sight. Enhances her vision, and becomes capable of seeing the flow of mana in an area or within a particular person. Mainly used to search out potential hidden enemies in an environment or to try and predict a particular person’s movements. The latter application is far from reliable, however.

The unmovable mountain. Ankaa toughens her body and closes herself off to outside influence, both physical and magical, vastly increasing her resistance to damage. The drawback is that she must remain nearly still for the duration, reducing evasiveness and maneuverability. Also, she has difficulties switching to the correct stance and mind-set to use this technique mid-offense.

Meditative regeneration. An out-of-combat healing technique in which Ankaa enters a deep trance, directing her mana to heal any and all injuries, starting from the most severe ones.

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | 1 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 4 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 1 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 5 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 4 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 3 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 3 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 3 / 5

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[samakama]

Misaiya

Personal Information
Name: Misaiya She Sang
Titles: Was nicknamed Zoe Tsr when younger, meaning ‘silkworm’.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: The ninth day of the eight month
Hobbies: Information gathering and data collection, investigation, playing and composing music, experimentation, writing
Height / Weight: 170 cm / 62 kg (5 ft 7 in / 137 lb)
Appearance:

Picture

Personality:
Pragmatic and grounded, a tad bit cynical, or at least that’s what Misaiya thinks he is. His mindset is very much that of a student and scholar more so than an adventurer-to-be, showing clearly in his combat abilities or lack thereof. A much more civil upbringing where fighting and causing a ruckus are sure to end poorly has made him keen to avoid violence and trouble (which are the same thing, as far as he’s concerned). Mischief-makers are disappointing and a waste, but also generally not worth the effort of intervention.

Misaiya likes to keep things clean and organised, though he’s not some sort of ‘OCD neat freak’ or what have you. It’s just that chaos makes life harder for everyone eventually, and a few hours of work now is worth avoiding headaches down the line. Plus, it’s pretty satisfying to catalogue and arrange things.

Impostor syndrome has plagued him since young, and the dread of letting others (and himself) down is crippling for him. Moving to a foreign country has only doubled his self-consciousness. Praise is sweet to his ears, but the burden of the expectations that accompany it sometimes embitters the deal. Criticism is painful, yet he would prefer a harsh deconstruction of his life choices over minced words and saving face. Or so he says, at least. Easily swayed by others’ remarks, Misaiya is never entirely certain if he’s a genius or a fraud.

Despite these fears, Misaiya actively seeks out challenges and difficult problems to solve. Of course, each setback shakes his fragile confidence, though he’ll put on airs of calm and conviction until a real success boosts him back up to normality or sometimes overconfidence. Maybe.

In tests and contests, either fiercely competitive or totally relaxed, depending on how worth-it something is and how high the odds of success are. There is little middle ground to be had. Not to the level of toxicity, though - tutoring and helping others is a pleasure, as long as he actually knows what he’s doing and is able to make a real difference. If he doesn’t and can’t, see above.

In speech, Misaiya practises code switching, using his native slang and creole in very informal contexts and unaccented acrolect otherwise. He is capable of the full spectrum, from elegant poet to coarse gangster, though he tends to stick to more refined vocabulary; even more so now that he is overseas. Even his own internal monologue can effortlessly transition depending on his mood and the situation.

The Suanneipuan education system left him well-versed in the classics and the ancients, and also further equipped to create knowledge of his own. Misaiya is eager to learn and to discover, be it in or out of the classroom, under a teacher’s instruction or through self-directed efforts, from texts and tomes or practical work. However, he’s also at the age where crushes and kisses are becoming more and more attractive prospects. His studies still take first priority, and he’s definitely no flirt or pick-up artist, but he would not deny his interest in romantic relationships.

History:
Misaiya grew up comfortably in an upper-middle class household, staying in a shophouse in the nicest part of Suanneipua, an island city-state to the southeast of Genelogia. He enjoyed stability and comfort not meaningfully lesser than that of a noble house with none of the intrigue and politicking, a peaceful life with loving family and friends - more than many across all strata can boast of.

Misaiya’s schoolteachers called him conscientious and motivated, his academic performance placing him consistently around the top of the level. His many and diverse extracurricular pursuits seemed driven by genuine interest and not mere criteria fulfilment. He got along well with his fellow pupils and had friends among juniors, seniors, and batchmates alike. He was in good health and rarely took absences. While others had to choose a dump stat between good grades, social life, and enough sleep, Misaiya possessed all three.

Great expectations were laid upon the model student, and he did not disappoint. After completing compulsory schooling a perfect score, Misaiya applied to several educational institutions, at home and around Alrune. There were rejections and waitlists, some less expected but hardly shocking, but the number of acceptances was more than satisfactory - especially that of Avalice, the only truly surprising result.

Having previously expressed no intention of becoming an adventurer, Misaiya’s decision to attend Avalice was not entirely predictable, but he was quite certain in his selection. The excitement and the pressure of moving overseas, of attending one of the world’s top schools, of bearing the hopes and expectations of so many people at home - the circumstances are complex and the future uncertain. Hopefully things will turn out well, but either way, Misaiya will do his utmost.

Combat Information
Classification: Might
Mana Color: A homogenous opaque, achromatic grey, halfway between white and black.
Mana Characteristic: Sterile, soulless, cleaned, vapid, planned, dull, controlled, inauthentic, sedate, bland, uniform, flat. Polarising for some, ‘awful’ in both the modern and the archaic sense of the word - more free-spirited types may think it eerie and overwhelmingly horrific in its Kafkaesque or Orwellian qualities, while a handful instead appreciate and are comforted by its stable monotony; to most it is just plain, neither pleasant nor repulsive.
Equipment: An air rifle and accoutrements, sling, walking staff, machete
Magic: None - while capable of channeling mana, Misaiya has so far been unable to turn this into functional magic.
Techniques:
Dexai - a sling and a staff alone may do little, but by their powers combined, a heavier projectile can be thrown farther albeit at some cost to accuracy. The transformation sequence is short and sweet too, as it should be.

Aiming - by taking some time to line up the shot before firing, increased accuracy and targeting of specific spots becomes possible. Comes in very handy during plinking.

First Aid - when approaching a casualty, recite the alphabet. Treat sprains with rice. Always give people an ample amount of time to talk about their tragic past. In the event of pain, consider philosophy. Don’t forgot soap in your planning. With the proper treatment, both emergencies and long-term recovery will be easier.

Touch it with a Five-Foot Pole - for when the ten-foot doesn’t let you get intimate enough. Prodding and probing can reveal many secrets. Just be careful not to jab it too hard!

Parameters
Mana: 0.5 / 5
Channeling: 2 / 5
Magic: 0.5 / 5
Technique: 2 / 5
Strength: 1 / 5
Speed: 2 / 5
Body: 1.5 / 5
Intellect: 5 / 5

[Blu]

『 The Miracle Seven 』

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2 Morgiana Faetili

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Morgiana Faetili

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Second Seat | Morgiana of the Hundred Tomes | Witch Queen

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18

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Female

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

September 20^th

_{✦ S U B - D I V I S I O N}

Class Aster (Formerly of Class Jaborosa)

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

6'00" (183 cm) | 140 lbs (64 kg)

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Magic

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Black

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

Like being in an ocean during a ferocious storm as tidal waves washes over you relentlessly.

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

Unknown

_{✦ M A G I C}

Unknown

_{✦ S P E L L S}

Unknown

_{✦ T E C H N I Q U E}

None

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | 5 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 5 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 6 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 1 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 1 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 2 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 1 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 6 / 5

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3 Inès Archambault

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Inès (Pronounced Inyez) Archambault

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Third Seat | Inès the Silver | Lady of Blades

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17

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Female

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

November 15^th

_{✦ S U B - D I V I S I O N}

Class Aster (Formerly of Class Zenobia)

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

5'09" (175 cm) | 145 lbs (66 kg)

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Might

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Bright Metallic Silver

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

Subdued, but there is a calm fury about it; passively threatening.

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

Unknown

_{✦ M A G I C}

Unknown

_{✦ S P E L L S}

None

_{✦ T E C H N I Q U E}

Unknown

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | 4 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 2 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 2 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 6 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 5 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 5 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 5 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 3 / 5

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4 Weyrose Scarlett

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Weyrose Scarlett

_{✦ T I T L E S}

Fourth Seat | The Tactician | The Elder Scarlett Brother

_{✦ A G E}

17

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Male

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

May 23^rd

_{✦ S U B - D I V I S I O N}

Class Aster (Formerly of Class Rose)

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

6'00" (183 cm) | 162 lbs (73 kg)

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Magic

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Pale Pink

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

Confusing, nebulous; unnerving, like a creeping tinge down one's spine.

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

Unknown

_{✦ M A G I C}

Unknown

_{✦ S P E L L S}

Unknown

_{✦ T E C H N I Q U E}

Unknown

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | 4 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 4 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 5 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 4 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 3 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 4 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 3 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 6 / 5

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5 ???

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

???

_{✦ T I T L E S}

Fifth Seat | Big Guy | Big Armored Guy | Death Knight Guy Thing | The Quiet One

_{✦ A G E}

Between 14-18 (Possibly)

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Male?

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

???

_{✦ S U B - D I V I S I O N}

Class Aster (Formerly of Class Hellebore)

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

7'04" (224 cm) | 483 lbs (219 kg)

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Might?

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

???

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

Soulless.

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

Sword: A plain sword (pictured above). Huge to the average person but he wields it deftly with one hand.

Mana Cannon: A one-handed firearm that shoots mana projectiles.

_{✦ M A G I C}

Unknown

_{✦ S P E L L S}

Unknown

_{✦ T E C H N I Q U E}

Unknown

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | ? / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | ? / 5
✦ M A G I C | ? / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | ? / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 6 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 2 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 6 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | ? / 5

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6 Hana'O

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Hana'O

_{✦ T I T L E S}

Sixth Seat | The Dragon Princess | Story Weaver Hana'O | Shrine Maiden Hana'O

_{✦ A G E}

16

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Female

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

February 26^th

_{✦ S U B - D I V I S I O N}

Class Aster (Formerly of Class Sakura)

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

5'04" (163 cm) | 112 lbs (51 kg)

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Magic

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Pinkish Red; Ruby-like

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

Misty, hazy, secretive yet serene, tranquil, and alluring all the same; whisperings of secrets and stories.

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

Unknown

_{✦ M A G I C}

Unknown

_{✦ S P E L L S}

Unknown

_{✦ T E C H N I Q U E}

None

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | 6 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 6 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 5 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 1 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 1 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 1 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 1 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 4 / 5

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7 Lanza Lamielle

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Lanza Fon Lamielle

_{✦ T I T L E S}

Seventh Seat | Lanza of the Lightning | Thunder God of the Miracle Seven

_{✦ A G E}

15

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Male

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

April 14^th

_{✦ S U B - D I V I S I O N}

Class Aster (Formerly of Class Bluestar)

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

5'06" (168 cm) | 130 lbs (59 kg)

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Might

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Intense Crackling Yellow

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

Energetic, powerful, deafening, and dangerous; like walking through a thunderstorm.

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

Sword: A magic sword (pictured above) called forth by a lightning strike. Its abilities are not currently known.

_{✦ M A G I C}

Unknown

_{✦ S P E L L S}

None

_{✦ T E C H N I Q U E}

Unknown

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | 4 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 4 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 3 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 5 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 4 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 6 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 3 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 2 / 5

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