Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.
Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!
Location: The Van/Mutant Underground HQ Skills: N/A
“Okay, we'll stay here. You just relax for a bit." James said, settling a little more into the seat. He was still wrapping his head around the concept of ghosts and honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to. It brought on a wide variety of questions that James was not in the emotional state to consider right now. What a way to bond with someone, not to mention the person you asked out on a date. Panic attacks leading to existential crises. At least its unique.
So he turned his attention to the conversations outside the car. The new headquarters sounded promising and it came with a built in distraction. The underground part was unfortunate. It made him think about the Morlock's, an involuntary shiver running through him, setup and he frowned. Preferably the could tag into the electrical line it used to be hooked up to or maybe they could set up solar panels. The idea made him perk up. He'd taken a few specialty courses on solar panels and getting to put that knowledge to work would present a fun challenge. And after this little "mission", he definitely needed some distance from… He looked at Sapphire, irritation bubbling up, but he took a breath and put a cap on it. It wasn't helpful to deal with that now. There would be other opportunities.
Ryner laughed at Eris’ wink, the tension easing out of her smile as she did. “A bold move, Mr.Samael, but it seems tonight at least, fortune does indeed favor the bold. I’ll have our publicist reach out to yours. We’ll probably make official statements tomorrow night but this way, you can better coordinate whatever steps you take to protect your image.” Ryner tapped on the desk as she spoke, the movements sharp and harsh but barely making any noise. Concern flashed over her face at Max’s comment.
“You don’t need a plan at all. I’m not about to make my students defend themselves when I’m standing right here. If for some reason someone comes into this room without my permission, it’ll be considered a violation of my privacy and I’ve killed for less in a darker time. As long as you three are here, no harm will come to you.” Ryner promised solemnly. “My students are more important than my reputation but clearly I trusted my subordinates too much and you all have taken the fall for my naivety. For that, I apologize. I know it's a far cry from anything substantial after what you've been through but it is all I can offer at this moment."
Though to answer your question Salem, yes they will use mind magic to interrogate you. It is one of the horrors I intend to protect you from.” Ryner knelt in front of Salem, a soft smile on her face. “You and I both know the investigation is nothing but my mother’s ego and Lady Sinnenodel’s sadistic pleasure. Tonight's event will not impact anything. You’ve stayed strong this whole time. Trust me for a little while longer.”
“Yes, thank you.” Dennis muttered as he clung to Amaris amid crowd, this face taking on a distinctly green tinge. “Princess Nox is here and she looks halfway ready to kill someone herself. Queen save us, that’s a nasty looking axe.” Dennis muttered under his breath. A few people around the pair glanced over at the commentary, realized who was talking, and shifted away, leaving a few paces of space around Dennis and Amaris.
“Apparently, our Princess hid Eris and the mages away. Princess Nox just finished clearing the admin building and it looks like she’s moving onto the lecture halls next.” Dennis kept a stream of information coming quietly under his breath, just loud enough for Amaris to hear. “I didn’t realize you could call someone stupid that many ways.”
The flow of students continued past the administrative building, dark and lifeless as several of the royal guard stood outside. More royal guards patrolled the walkways and the dorm area, shepherding students as quickly as they could. Tonight was a poor night to be caught outside.
She wrapped one hand around his throat and another dug into his still good shoulder as she pulled, straining to dig her fingers into Victor, but she struggled to leave a dent in him. She jumped back, wary and suspicious. “That is… unusual. You must not be a student then. I thought you were just another dumb pet of hers, prior occupation and all, but you’re a little studier than most aren’t you?”
Name: Artemis Harrington Aliases: Artie Age: 15 Birthday: November 25th, 1968 Birth Place: Kingston, England Gender: Male Blood Status: Muggle Born (Muggles) House / Year: Hufflepuff/ Fifth Year Alignment: Neutral Good Wand: Laurel, Dragon Heartstring (sibling core to Apollo's'), 14 1/2", Whippy Flexibility
A P P E A R A N C E
Height: 170.1 cm Weight: 59.88 kg Build: Lean Eyes: Green Hair: Dirty Blond Skin Tone: Tan Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: During his last holiday, Artie recently begged his parents into letting him get his right ear pierced and wears a little bell earring when he isn’t in uniform. Typical Outfit: While in uniform, he dresses like a model student. Not a crease in the wrong place and his tie done up properly, a struggle when he first started. His hair stays up in a tight bun and he uses a simple charm every morning to take off Nonna’s hair that gets everywhere. His prefect badge is always kept on display, just so his first years know where they can find help.
Despite his silly and carefree behavior, Artie dresses in sensible clothing outside of uniform: button ups and polos with jeans and boots. He prefers vibrant and bright colors, greens and yellows and pinks, over the dark ones of his birth season and enjoys clashing rather than complementary colors. He rarely dresses that way, only when his parents aren’t there to lecture him on the importance of appearance. He loves accessories, rings, necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and his small collection is in absurdly bright colors.
Artie is known for dancing to his own tune, literally. Staying still has never been his forte and this bubbling energy extends out into all parts of his life. There is always a good side to things and focusing on those makes the world’s troubles fade away, instead preferring to move from one good thing to the next. He loves group gatherings and flitting his way around a room just to meet new people. Artie’s first concern is everyone around him, making sure they are taken care of and enjoying themselves.
However, leaving Artie alone too long is a dangerous thing indeed. His excitable ways hide his own demons: frustrations at the unachievable academic expectations of his parents, the need for constant validation from anyone, and the demand for casual physical affection sometimes drives even the most understanding away. When he feels isolated or left out, he tends to latch onto anything that shows him the smallest amount of appreciation and proceeds to drain it, sometimes forgetting that doing so exhausts the person in question.
Sexuality: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single Fatal Flaw: Dependency Hobbies: Cooking, Dancing, Swimming Patronus: Golden Retriever Animagus: Golden Retriever (If he becomes one) Amortentia: Strawberries and cream puffs and a salt sweet breeze Mirror of Erised: His parents more proud of him than his brother. Boggart: His mother, exasperated and on the phone. Dementor: The car crash, his mother’s thought, his inability to speak, and Apollo’s sensory overloads.
M A G I C a n d K E E P S A K E S
Core Classes:
Astronomy - 2
Charms - 5
Defense Against the Dark Arts - 5
Herbology - 3
History of Magic - 2
Potions - 4
Transfiguration - 3
Electives:
Muggle Studies - 4
Care of Magical Creatures - 3
Talents:
Patronus
Cooking
Legilimency
Possessions:
Wand
Bag with school supplies (books, quills, ink, parchment)
Small pouch full of muggle candies (usually butterscotch)
Jewelry box of accessories, including his favorite bell earring
Additional school supplies
Moving picture of the family from their first time at Diagon Alley.
Secret stash of muggle candy
H I S T O R Y
How did you come into your magic: The twins displayed their natural talent for mind reading almost from birth. They’ve lived longer in each other’s head than out and that ability quickly developed into reading other’s minds. Their speech development suffered for it; while their language comprehension developed at a rapid pace, being able to communicate instantly between each other slowed their interest in speaking. It wasn’t until just before the twin’s fifth birthday that they began to speak.
However, events that were more difficult to explain occured as well. Artie’s mother hit the wrong pedal and shot their car into the middle of an intersection, causing a truck to slam into the small car and sent it toppling. Artie’s distress caused his magic to trigger and the car slowed almost immediately, the debris dropping as it mimicked the arresto momentum spell.
General History:
As early as the twins could remember, separation was a forign concept. The twin sons of James Harrington and Olivia Harrington, the boys grew up in a world full of myth and magic of the muggle variety. Olivia Harrington, maiden name Evans, was a well known archaeologist, assisting Barry Cunliffe in his excavation of the Roman Villa, the Fishbourne Palace, in west Sussex and assisting the University of Jerusalem's Yohanan Aharoni in excavating Cave no. 8 (Cave of Horrors), that worked out of King’s College in junction with the British Museum on several Greek history exhibits.
James Harrington grew up in a family of historians. Like his mother, he inherited a deep seated curiosity and a sense of adventure. His father developed a focused mind and the fiery determination that drove him through his school years, despite a variety of financial and emotional setbacks, and resulted in him graduating from Oxford University with his Doctorates in Greek history. He caught a full time position at the British museum as a museum curator and would eventually ascend to director while continuing as a part time lecturer at Oxford.
An event at the British Museum brought them together, a showcase of the many artifacts that British explorers have brought back from their travels. The pair collaborated on the Greek section, working long hours with little time for other social interaction, but like they often said, it was a match made in heaven. The pair quickly fell in love, their busy schedules complementing each other well, and married a few years later. When they discovered they had twins, one boy and one girl, they decided on their names immediately: Apollo and Artemis. They painted blue wolves and dolphins and pink dancing bears, an homage to the source of their names and a blend of modern and ancient imagery.
Only to be wrong. In a surprise twist, both babies came out male. The first one, named Apollo, was born fifteen minutes before his brother and the parents kept the name, pacified by a nurse who assured them it sounded unisex enough. The tired but ecstatic pair returned home when Olivia was released, only to realize they needed to make some adjustments. The clothes and toys were returned and replaced but the nursery stayed the same. Painting was a chore neither parent wanted to go through again so soon.
The twins were inseparable, going everywhere together. Their speech facilities developed much slower than expected, to the bafflement of most doctors. They could comprehend as well as any child their age, possible even better, but they seemed reluctant to put those ideas into words and when they did speak, it was almost incomprehensible until 4 years old when they made sudden leaps and bounds past the standard development. It pleasantly baffled their parents and the pair set out on catching up the twins on an appropriate level of education.
The reason was, in fact, the pair displayed magic incredibly early. The twins were both Legilimens, wizards with an instinctive knack for the Legilimency spell. The pair practically lived in each other’s heads which removed the primary motivation to communicate verbally, negatively impacting their early speech development. It wasn’t until they realized not everyone could hear others thoughts that they stepped out of their heads, partially, and interacted with their peers.
They were still mostly silent at home and until the age of seven, the pair struggled to differentiate between the ‘inside voices’ and normal voices. Even once they did, it still wasn’t unusual for them to babble in response to an unwitting stranger’s thoughts. Their parents chalked their impromptu conversations to imaginary friends and encouraged their active imaginations. It was that trait that first drove both their parents into Greek History and it made them proud that their children also displayed it. But as time went on and the conversations turned darker and the twin’s supper questions more uncomfortable, the Harrington’s had to admit that possibly their children were a tad touched.
Their parent’s opinion took second place during the summer of of their eight year, when Apollo caught the flu and Olivia went to pick up his medicine, bringing Artemis along with her after he whined his way under her skin. He’d been bouncy all day, after the first few days of fretting over his quiet brother and being assured he would be okay with medicine, and it didn’t stop in the car. He talked about everything they passed, peppering the stressed woman with a million questions and the second she turned to snap at him, it happened. A truck collided with the passenger side of the car as she accidentally drove into an intersection after tapping on the gas. The force of it rolled the car twice before it suddenly stopped upright. Olivia was sliced with glass and metal. Artemis made it out with nearly no damage, his magic instinctively replicatiing the Slowing Charm on everything around him. And while the child made it out with only a few cuts, Artie still has nightmares to this day about the incident.
After the accident, Artemis regressed to the silence he maintained when the twins were younger and Apollo took the role of the pair’s mouth. Guilt wormed its way through him, eating Artemis alive as he blamed himself for the accident after overhearing a short lived thought that if only he’d been less annoying. Of course, the thought was dismissed as quickly as it came as completely unreasonable, his mother couldn’t shift the blame on him when it was her fault for taking her eyes off the road anyways, but the damage was done. Artemis sunk into his depression, barely sleeping through the night and avoiding other people as much as possible.
Apollo struggled then as well. Apollo often got overloaded with voices, struggling to keep himself out of other’s thoughts, and when Artemis started having nightmares and crushing guilt, it was a snapping point. He frequently stopped in the middle of public areas and crouched, covering his ears and trembling until it stopped. Or he could become irritable and confrontational, devolving into temper tantrums when everything became too much. Olivia and James had little option but to have a doctor see them, entering family therapy on a recommendation.
It was a rough climb back to some semblance of normalcy but family therapy helped. The therapist, although a muggle, their therapist picked up on the twin’s “highly empathetic natures”, noting that Artemis felt the accident was his fault and that Apollo was anxious about the growing rift in his family. Olivia and James were horrified to hear this but it was the largest step the family managed and with the help of carefully controlled medications, the pair managed to smile again and feel comfortable in their own home. Their grades and friends returned and life seemed to go on with the occasional episode.
And then the ministry official appeared, Hogwarts letters in hand. The twins accepted it in about five seconds flat, a barrage of questions that had the man wide eyed. But he could also explain that the conversations the twins had, the voices they spoke to, and the things they did were all very real. Their parents, still dealing with the aftermath of the crash, kept their thoughts well in order despite the initial discomfort of knowing their thoughts were not as hidden as they’d assumed. Apollo and Artemis could barely contain themselves, the younger one dancing around the house ecstatically as he screamed at the top of his lungs and Apollo gaped at the man and then promptly fainted.
Diagon Alley was an entirely different experience. Artemis got separated from the family no less than four times as he darted from shop to shop and returning to demand of the ministry man, a very helpful Mr. Hopkinson who Artie still writes once a month, explanations for every little thing that caught his eye. Which boiled down to… everything. His parents and brother seemed mildly concerned about knuts, sickles, and galleons. Why they were discussing plumbing stuff and ships he wasn’t sure; Artie was too busy begging and crying for the most adorable cat he’d ever seen. He won that fight but sadly lost the color changing robes. His new cat, Nonnie, comforted him through that trying time. Discovering his wand wiped the memory of his lost robes and he couldn’t help waving it around until Mr. Hopkinson finally made him put it away.
The train ride to Hogwarts was a trying time for his soon to be classmates. Artemis could hear the exasperation other students had when he would bounce around the train every few minutes, eagerly greeting everyone and everything, talking a mile a minute to the trolley lady, and to anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path. The normal weight that built through the day from all the oppressive thoughts couldn’t even knock his mood. Once his brother made him sit down, he was more than happy to continue chatting the ear of the nice girl in the car with them.
He felt his world shatter around him that same night. The sorting ceremony, one of the most exciting things about the whole days, separated the twins. It was the first time they’d have been significantly apart without a clear time they’d be together in the future. Artie wasn’t sure if he screamed out loud but he definitely did internally as he sat shell-shocked at the Hufflepuff table, on the verge of sobbing. All through his first year, his depression flared again, he struggled to voice his thoughts and opinions unless his sibling was around, and he clung to Apollo harder than he ever had, going so far to skip some classes to hide when everything just got overwhelming.
The end of the first year brought some progress, though it was absolutely obliterated when he got home and his parents were overjoyed with Apollo. Artemis was found… lacking. They acted empathetic but the thoughts. Again, they were just initial reactions. The tinge of disappointment when their son couldn’t meet their academic standards, the flare of irritation at Artemis’ waterfall of disappointment. All gone and replaced with the logical conclusion that he needed a longer adjustment period but the damage had been done. He couldn’t wait to get away again.
The second year made it better. Apollo’s research over the summer unearthed the Patronus charm and after many, many late night talks with both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff heads, and an equal number of tears from Artemis, they learned the Patronus charm in order to send a piece of themselves to each other when the separation weighed too heavily on them. Learning the Patronus was a point of pride for Artie and it gave him a much needed sense of accomplishment to instill a sense of care in his work. His grades in the fun classes, Charms, Defense against the Dark Arts, and Potions, rose almost overnight but the not so fun classes dragged brutally. History of Magic, dramatic sigh. Astronomy, who cares. Herbology, a necessary evil. Thank goodness for his sibling.
Returning to school the next year was even better than the last. Celebrations went on as news of Voldemort’s defeat was carried across Great Britain and the world was a better place for it. Those who supported him were on the outs, his ideals and views unpopular, and another one of Artie’s problems fell away. Though, not all survived the dark, friend and foe alike, and a certain solemnity fell across the campus. Although he didn’t lose anyone himself, he could empathize with the pain of an unexpected separation and he made it his goal to help others through it. He recruited his brother and those who were willing in making a bit life a little more merry that year so at least for a while the seriousness of life didn’t make school room corners quite as dark.
The third and fourth years found Artie growing more into his magic and his confidence in his place in the wizarding world. His love for his favorite classes grew, his dislike for his others grew too, and his days of rolling out of bed disappeared. He put himself together, took pride in how he presented himself, cared more about his grades and put serious effort into even the ones he loathed, and actively made sure other like him and his brother, muggle born, were taught the ropes and given the same opportunities as those born into the magical community.
Artie assumed that was what earned him his prefect position. Though honestly, he didn’t really question it. It marked a tangible milestone in his growth as a wizard and a person and, as a grown and mature teenager, ran around the house screaming at the top of his lungs. It satisfied a jealousy that had been building inside him, a ugly feeling aimed at his brother for always being more successful and smarter than he. Artie was the prefect, not Apollo. For once, someone acknowledge he was more than just a fun kid, a joker, the accompaniment. But he shook that line of thought form himself, ashamed that he felt that way since he knew Apollo never thought of him like that. So he pushed it aside and got ready for a new, exciting year like always. Nothing could go wrong now.
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Kajin blinked at the spineless auctioneer. That was it, a little threat and suddenly he’d hand over everything? Wasn’t he supposed to put up some resistance or call some thugs to defend his profits? Honestly, Kajin was more surprised he didn’t call the Brass Blades himself. True to their Ul’dahan roots, they accepted “protection money” from even the seediest merchants as long as it didn’t cross their Syndicate owner’s interests. This Tilman seemed to fall solidly in the seedy category. But all’s well that ends well, even if Kajin’s wand finger felt a little twitchy. He really considered doing something anyways, a fun little parting gift, and he may have raised his staff but no. That was an irresponsible use of magic and aetherically advanced thaumaturges cast responsibly. He gave the pair a jaunty little wave and followed the Miqo'te out the door, only a sigh escaping once the door shut behind them.
Instead, he turned his attention to the flirting cat. Not even so much as a peep of acknowledgement, a yes or a greeting or even a “Lets go”, but no a single problem jumping into this. Kajin stared deadpanned at the cat, his feathers more than a touch ruffled but he pushed past it. Apparently, the problem child stereotype was strong in this one. Especially since the kitten hadn’t even bother telling the person who lost their home belongs that eh managed to get it back! Kajin shook his head. The kitten was going to be a headache, he could feel it already.
“He got the stuff from Tilman.” Kajin said, explaining the important parts that the kitten couldn’t be bothered too. “He gave up a list of everything sold already as well so we can probably hunt it down if it’s important enough. Said there was a cart out here with all your stuff inside too.” Kajin glanced around, picking out the Padjal from the crowd.
Relief flooded James when Casper mentioned drugs, thinking he had a prescription for the issue. He felt bad not being able to do more than hold the guy but medicine would hopefully give him some form of relief. He plucked the bottle out of Casper’s pocket and looked at the label, hoping it would have some sort of dosage. James was pretty sure this wasn’t a prescription bottle. Those were normally the clear orange bottles right or was that the usual thing and it changed based on medication? James honestly had little to zero understanding about medication so he checked the instructions. James took out a pill and snapped it in half, as according to the recommendations, and held it up to Casper’s mouth as he tucked the bottle into his own pocket.
“Here, take this. I don’t have any water though.” James instructed. He had a nagging feeling something was a little off but he shook it off. The poor guy was seeing dead people, someone recently and violently deceased, so James figured something to help take the edge off wasn’t entirely unwarranted if movies were right about how angry and violent they could get. He’d probably turn to anything that could help him too. But that didn’t mean it could keep going if they were working as a team. This stuff seemed pretty serious and with people actively trying to kill them, they needed everyone at 100%. Interested in the guy or not, James was going to sit him down and have a conversation about what the hell all this entailed. “Do you want to head inside or do you want to stay here for a bit?” He asked softly as the car came to a stop. The important stuff would happen after he’d calm down. Maybe talking to Casper’s brother would help too.
“I’ll be keeping you as long as it takes to ensure my sister believes I questioned you three thoroughly otherwise, she’d likely subject you to a wide range of interrogation practices. Most of her preffered methods are a step away from torture.” Ryner responded to Max. “I know locking you away is less than ideal but there are few places on campus she won’t violate in her search so I put you away somewhere even she isn’t foolish enough to overstep without reason. I’m sorry it upsets you but I am doing my best to l keep you safe at the moment.”
Ryner evaluated Eris with wry amusement as she considered isi offer. “As much as it feels like making a deal with our mutual colleague, I’d only be too happy to accept your assistance. Keeping this as quiet as possible and reducing the visibility of your three’s involvement is a high priority after securing the campus again.” Ryner leaned back against the desk, smoothing out a few wrinkles on her jacket. “I am curious about the expected reciprocity. One good deed deserves another afterall.” Ryner’s attention shifted as a faint knock echoed in the office, eyes taking on a far away look as she seemed to look past the door into the office for a few moments, but she was back quickly enough, her smile strained at the edges.
“They’re shutting down the campus.” Dennis said quietly, his face pale and his voice trembling. He hadn’t loosened his grip on Amaris at all. It took him a few moments to process Amaris’ request but he nodded slowly at her. He blinked, his attention returning to the present and he tried to smile, strained at the edges but a smile nonetheless. “Ye-yeah. I think, uh, I think I can do that. We should start heading back to the dorms. Do you think you can stay with me on the way? I don’t want to be alone right now.” Dennis admitted quietly, clearly embarrassed as he looked anywhere but Amaris.
“And of course, I’d find a way to pay you back. One good deed deserves another afterall.” Dennis promised.
“I don’t care about your pretend titles. Nothing but pretty, shiny names so vampires can lord themselves around, inflate their pathetic, fragile egos to forget that they’ve gotten soft.” The vampiress spat, pushing off her spot and circling Victor, sizing him up. “And you specifically mean absolutely nothing to me. Killing you would only be a waste of time. The only vampire I mean to kill if it comes to it is Ryner but not tonight. Tonight I want her to break over her little herd. All these cattle she rounded up and doing nothing with them.” The woman laughed bitterly.
“That’s what broke her in the first place. The things she has done! If they knew, what she did all those years ago, what we did, how we “reveled”, they wouldn’t put her on some pathetic pedestal. If you think this is bad, you should see some of the benders we went on. We’d starve ourselves as we wandered the world, only eating when we found an entire human settlement to sate our appetites. The four of us could drain a village in a blink of an eye. The vampiress sighed. “We terrorized the night. Every few years we’d split and see how many places we could obliterate, how many families we could decimate. I always had the lead but Ryner was always on my heels. And then the wars started and poof, Ryner became the poster girl for lame. Sent a friend of hers to leave us with stakes in our chests and a sunrise to greet. Good thing I knew a few tricks.” She stopped circling, back away from him to stand next to the edge of the building closest to the water.
“Why did you have to get in the way? Everything was going perfectly. Mostly. Truth be told, I wanted one more before they scared the herd back to their pens but that can be overlooked. It’s much easier to kill them all when they’re all locked up in close quarters.” The woman tapped her finger thoughtfully against her cheek. “I guess I will have to kill you before I can go get them.” And she lunged, closing the gap with a single step and hand going for the throat.
Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.
Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.<br><br>Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day! </div>
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