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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.

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James Kingston




Location: Echo and Max's Room -> Entranceway
Skills: N/A


“Okay, I think I’m going to call it until Veil comes back.” James stood and took his leave with a wave and another suppressed yawn, the door closing softly behind him. He eyed the row of doors without fucking door knobs--he should really make Havoc fix all this shit after the stunt he'd pulled--and decided it was low on the priority list. He was tired and sore and he just wanted his bed and his boyfriend now.

The boyfriend he almost lost today. His stomach twisted itself into a knot at the thought. Thank God Callie was there to do something because once he realized he couldn't heal it, he started panicking. Especially since the Princess' little game, the thought of dying just didn't concern him. Killing him was difficult and whatever this new thing was--neutralizing tear gas and stopping bullets--made it almost impossible it seemed. It really dulled the fear of death when you knew you could walk through just about anything and come out with barely a scratch.

But he hadn't realized he extended that lack of fear to those around him. He hadn't considered how vulnerable everyone else was. Magik's death was awful but M-Pox had always resisted his abilities so it was easy to wave it aside as an outlier. He dragged Luna back from the brink of death and before that, he'd done it with Casper. But today between Echo's spine and Casper's bullet wound, he was reminded that not everyone had the privilege of ignoring the very real threat of death. It was sobering and he realized he needed to have a conversation with someone.

He came down the stairs slowly, considering whether or not it was a good idea. They hadn't been together that long and he didn't want to rush Casper but he at least needed to let him know. James took a deep breath and searched around for his boyfriend and smiled fondly at the sight of him. God he was the best, crazy past and everything. He hummed contently as he put his arm around Casper's waist.

"Hey, think we can head up to the room for a bit? I got something I want to talk with you about." James asked.





“Alright, alright. I’ll promise one song but no more.” Clarissa laughed, her eyes following Jorah’s gesture and gave a sympathetic hum at the tension radiating off the group. “I have no doubt they all need some of your particular kind of festivities. I spoke with Lienna Orhneaht when we crossed paths at the dormitories. She’s clearly feeling out of place and it’s making her defensive. She’s clearly behind in a number of social and academic skills but I should hope Auberon will manage to turn that into a blessing rather than a curse. Hopefully, a night of guilt free revelry will let them lower their walls for just a minute and it’ll be smoother seas ahead.”

A man strode into the room and Clarissa quieted. It was the same man standing next to the archbishop earlier when they were let out of their house classes and again nearby during the sermon. While she might have passed him off as Ioannis’ bodyguard, the ease with which he wore his authority spoke clearly of a higher station. Clarissa put down her utensils as he engaged another woman in a conversation. Well, rather a discussion. Whatever it was, it wasn’t pleasant. They had enough decency to keep their conversation quiet but that was all they did. The man wasn’t pleased with the outcome and she clearly didn’t care. A lovers quarrel perhaps? No matter what it was, it was poor manners to have it in such a public place. Private matters ought to remain just that, private.

“Saints above, the chefs here are fantastic.” She sighed, taking the last bite of her food, only to jump as the horrid ruckus rang through the entrance hall. The sudden movement found her swallowing her morsel quicker than she expected and she fell into a coughing fit, reaching blindly for her cup and downing it in hasty gulps before finally, she managed to claw some air back in her lungs. She huffed irritably as her breathing steadied and scowled, searching for the source of the disruption. A man was screaming something about Marks bringing the world to its knees.

She felt something cold run down her back at that declaration. It resembled the dire warnings of her mother, how the mark of the beast would bring ruination and misery to those around her. She’d sworn to prove that wrong, to rise against these absurd beliefs her mother spouted with no reason or proof, and so far she’d done just that. Everything she’d won and fought for only validated her position. But now someone else was claiming something that sounded similarly ominous and going so far as to push against the Church on its most holy grounds. Clarissa frowned and then looked sharply away, putting the whole scene out of mind for now. It was her first day and she’d managed to enjoy the entire day so far and she’d enjoy the evening too if it killed her.

“I don’t think I cared for that kind of excitement one bit.” Clarissa muttered irritably. “How dare he have the audacity to try anything on sacred ground.”

December 28th; 1:02am


“We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for an emergency broadcast. Authorities discovered Count Varis Sinnenodel’s personal vehicle smoking on the edge of Astorio territory. Authorities believe the Count was on his way to discuss business for the green energy company Green Vision Inc., whose subsidiaries include Emerald Sun and Seafoam Turbines, when he was suddenly caught in a blitz attack from the recently growing Red Hand terrorist group. If authorities determine this to be true, this will be the terrorists’ first attack against a high ranking noble.

The Council dispatched Princess Nox Noila to handle the investigation. Her team has yet to make an official statement but a source close to the investigation has leaked that they have found the remains of a vampire little more than a quarter of a mile away. The area was scorched and burned around the remains, making the investigation believe Count Sinnenodel managed to survive the initial attack but was unable to escape his pursuers.

Lady Sybil Sinnenodel released a statement shortly after the discovery of the vehicle.


“I have no doubt that treachery was involved in this attack but it is too early to determine the fate of those involved. If it is indeed my heir, the Red Hand will reckon with the consequences of my attention. This slight will not go unpunished.”




| Male | 22 | 5’ 10” | 145lbs |

James Kingston


Maximillian Gray

Echo



Location: The Mutant Underground: Max and Harry's Room
Skills: N/A





Concern furrowed James’ brow as Max slunked out. It was eerily disconcerting; Max wasn’t one to make a quiet exit. He supposed it was easy enough to figure out. Max and Sunshine went through an ordeal and on the surface, it seemed like everyone was clearly more concerned for her than they were for him. Anyone would be upset if they felt like the people they were supposed to trust and rely on didn’t care enough to even bother asking if they were okay. James thought the hug would be enough but maybe it wasn’t. Damn, he should have said something.

“Hey, I’m just going to make sure Max is doing okay.” James told Casper as a realization hit him. Of course he was upset. The kid still had m-pox! Fuck and double fuck! “Oh fuck, he hasn’t gotten a cure! I got to get him back down to get him some.” James was off quickly, taking the stairs two at a time.

Max gave Harry a simple smile. Looking at the glamorous mutant and seeing the concern in his eyes. "I'll be sure to rest up no worries. I'm getting some more practice in too and I learned quite a bit while we were...out. learning more still. If anything it appears like you need the rest."

Harry placed a hand on the blonde mutants shoulder. "You should probably go apologize to someone. Walking away from a hug like that is a bit rude." There was a long pause as he let the words sink into Max. "I'm not your father or anything-" "Thank goodness for that" "But I do know how you feel and how things have been since I entered the MU. I'm here for you kid" There was a sudden knock on the door and both mutants turned to face it. Harry guessed who it was as he sat back down.

“Max, mind if I come in? The x-men dropped off the m-pox cure.” James called through the door.

Harry gave Max a knowing look as Max rolled his eyes, annoyed at how right he was. He knew deep inside he had to apologize for his behavior, but now it felt as though he wasn't the one who initiated it and that it wouldn't feel as...right. "Come on in James, I was actually just about to head out to find you."

James pushed the door open. He probably shouldn’t have been surprised to find Harry here, considering this was his room, but he was surprised to see he’d beaten James to the punch. The vial of m-pox pills sat in Max’s hand already. James shut the door gently behind him. “Well, I guess you already have it. Good! No more bloody nights for any of us, thank God. Don’t know how much longer anyone would have survived. Hey, you mind if I sit?” James asked, doing so after Max nodded. He sat gingerly. He wasn’t sure how Max was feeling and he felt like he was intruding on whatever was going on between Harry and Max here.

“Sunshine mentioned some sort of haunted island. I don’t really understand any of this magic stuff but I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” James spoke seriously. Sunshine really didn’t like Max and James wasmore than a little concerned she may have done something to him given the opportunity away from prying eyes. “You and her don’t… get along well and I just wanted to make sure you came back in one piece. Are you okay?”

Max looked towards James, smiling at the show of concern. Granted James had always shown him kindness while others haven't but it was always such a refreshing pace to have someone care for you. "We seemed to have ironed out some of our wrinkles while we were gone. Who knew shared trauma could help you bond with a person." He thought back to the 'haunted island' wondering how much was ok to share.

"The haunted island seemed to either be this paradise that the hellfire club spoke of, or an old home for Magneto. There was a massive statue to him, a room for Pietro and what I can only assume was one of Wanda's old spellbooks." Max slipped the old tome out of his bag to show Wanda's book. "Its full of spells that can hopefully help us out in the future." Perhaps if he spoke enough about their adventure then maybe James and Harry wouldn't notice that he never answered if he was fine.

James nodded along as Max explained, chuckling darkly at his trauma comment. He wasn't wrong; trauma bonding was an effective, if not the healthiest, way to overcome issues. It's hard to hate someone who helped you live through a dark time. If it helped cut back on some of the tension though… Well, maybe James wouldn't poke it to that issue. “Kinda weird you randomly teleported to a Magneto hideout right before he handed our asses to us on a platter." James sighed. They actually could have really used Max. His powers, magic, or whatever it was always seemed to handle eliminating problems well enough. "But other than that, you're fine? We almost got killed by those exact people in the Princess' other world. I can't imagine they'd leave something behind like that without some guards at least."

Max chuckled at the mention of guards. Thinking back to the traps laid about by Pietro, and then towards the wraith that seemed to attack them. It was weird, looking back, how the situation almost seemed fun. "They certainly tried. Pietro had some old booby traps laying around, and we ran into a bloody ghost with an axe but we handled them both rather easily. Turns out some of my studies weren't for nothing. But more importantly, are you two ok? Magneto attacking here is no light matter. What happened?"

Harry tensed as the conversation began to shift towards the new subject. The kid had only just come back but he supposed he had the right to know what went on while he was gone. He didn't want to be the first to speak on the matter, trying his best not to relive the moments that he was paralyzed and the fact that he would almost never walk again had it not been for Sapphire, Luna, and James. "I'm alright with James here telling the story."

James peered at Max in disbelief, waiting for a laugh and then the real story. But when he continued on, James decided maybe the teleport did a little more than he thought or maybe Sunshine really did infect him with something, only to take it back before they returned. Traps, yeah that was reasonable. Bloody axe wielding ghost? Definitely nowhere near as plaus… Well, meeting Casper did open up his eyes to the whole living after death thing so maybe Max didn’t just hallucinate it. James decided just like with Casper, he wasn’t going to ask for details. Things were complicated enough with just keeping people alive. He didn’t need the headache that contemplating the afterlife would bring.

“Yeah so after you and your team headed out to confront Jack, Magneto showed up looking for his daughter. Harry and I went out there in some attempt to reason with him but his only demand was we released his daughter. Still don’t know why we didn’t but someone decided fighting was the way to go. So we met outside and if it wasn’t for the fact that Polaris woke up and walked out herself, I think a lot of people would have died here. But no lasting injuries thankfully.” James explained. “Luna and I got Harry back on his feet with some advice from Sapphire after some metal got into his back. Then, Luna got whatever bug was in his head out and I patched up the little cuts and scrapes.” James put it in much safer terms than it was; the whole morning after the disappearing act the troublesome twosome pulled was a fucking disaster and James was happy to put it all behind them.

“After you guys vanished, Veil put some feelers out for you two. We got a tip about where you were, which was very wrong by the way, and we were going to head out when the x-men dropped off the cures and asked us to handle a situation with cures heading to the White House. Echo, Casper, Spark Plug, Waverly, the new girl Zari, and I all headed after your guys at a strip club. We were all pretty sure it was a trap but on the off chance, we had to check it out.” James skipped over the whole possibly running into an ex of Casper’s that he didn’t even remember cause it still brought on a wave of jealousy that James didn’t like. They were definitely cuddling for the whole afternoon now that Max and Sunshine were home and safe. “And of course, it was indeed a trap. Casper got shot and I was pretty sure he was going to die. Some weird ass dude named X-Cutioner left us a message about a bomb for the X-Men and we can’t seem to get a hold of them so it looks like we’re back up.”

Harry couldn't help but noticed the oversimplification of James's story. Whether he was purposefully hiding details, or simply downplaying his own role, was unknown. James always did seem like the modest type even if his boyfriend wasn't. "A few scrapes and cuts? James here quite literally put me back together. If it wasn't for all their hard work and his healing I wouldn't be walking today. Magneto almost Xaviered me, but unlike Charles I was lucky enough to have James and the rest to patch me up before it became permanent."

Max's eyes grew wide, pupils dilating slightly as his hands clenched at the sounds of what happened. Why wasn't he there to help? Why did his powers have to pull him away when they needed more people to fight or keep Magneto at bay? He began to feel unreliable to the group but decided to push those feelings away before he drowned in them. "Sounds like quite the exciting morning. Glad to hear you're all alright from it, and I'm sorry I wasn't there to aid you in the fight. Ever since Magik passed away, I've felt this strange impulsive power. Something new that kicks in as an instinct. It tires me out, and those who follow with me, and it feels so draining at times. It’s hard to control right now but hopefully I can get a handle on it, evolve it, and make it my own."

“Yeah, that took a lot out of me. And I couldn’t get Casper’s bullet wound to seal shut so we had to have Callie cauterize the wound first. It was a mess. I’ve been under the assumption I could just do this as much as I want but today proved I need to get a handle on this somehow.” James admitted tiredly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I’m excited to see what you manage to get from that power. I remember how shit was in House of M. Your abilities were practically limitless.”

"They felt limitless. I learned what I am capable of, saw what I could do. I tried to do some of that here, back while I was with Leighton. Its nice to see the light at the end, to see where you can go." Max had a far off look as he thought about what he could do, the room he had created, and the power he had weirded. He snapped back to look at James "Maybe you just need more practice to stop feeling so drained? Heavens knows that I hurt myself enough, so I'm sure you'll get your powers worth."

Max paused for a moment as he thought on whether or not he should tell them about his plans to learn about demons and how he wanted to bring back Magik. Deciding it was best for another day. "I was thinking of trying to create a new room, one outside the building that we could use for training. You know...in the event someone's powers go haywire we don't lose the base."

“Well, lets not get too hasty with helping me practice. Let’s keep the injuries to a minimum, zero even.” James interjected hastily. “You’re more than welcome to try. I know with the generators you said you needed a better understanding to try anything with them so let me know if you need to talk about structure. I can talk you through a few―” James startled as he broke out into a yawn. Definitely time for that nap. Hopefully, Casper would be down for snuggling.

December 7th, 7:25am - The Sinnenodel Dorm




Varis stood after Aaron finished apologizing, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes, with a disappointed hum. It was his mistake, he mused. He ought to have the boy grovel next time. That should make the silly mage sympathist cry and everyone else at least uncomfortable. He’d have another chance. All he could do is hope his dramatics painted him in the light he needed. Only time would tell. He gave Ben a dip of his head and took the offered envelope and tucked it away. “You proved yourself a delightful guest, Count Eve. Hopefully we can get together again sooner than Chaend; we’ll have plenty to discuss once your new books arrive. I’m looking forward to your thoughts.” Varis walked the group to the door, where the boy assembled the rest of the mages. It really was a pathetic collection next to the boy but even the white haired pollutant shone in comparison to the Spellman mage. None of them had spoken out against the Queen to her face so he supposed they had a waft of potential.

“You’ve all been delightful company. Take care getting home.” Varis bade each of them farewell. As expected, Eris stayed behind probably to discuss whatever superficial, inane judgement of each of the nobles he’d passed but Varis had other things to deal with at the moment. His attention turned to Aaron and his expression fell flat. “Clean up and then I expect you at my feet in the parlor. You have five minutes.” Varis snapped, returning to his seat in the parlor. He fixed Eris with a steely glare.

“I have been trying for 32 years and you choose this night to finally decide to have some taste.” Varis grumbled, crossing his arms. “And of all the bloods in the world, a Starags. How in my Lady’s name was I supposed to even guess that?! 32 years of work and contemplation, down the drain without a care in the world. I don’t think plant boy can top this.’ Unbelievable!”






Maddie stood at Aaron’s announcement, relieved. It was… nice having the opportunity to hang out with everyone but it was incredibly tense and all she wanted now was to hide in the Marivaldi dorm and take a long, relaxing bath. And she had to admit, she was a little curious how things went with the vampires. She doubted it went well; since they last saw Aaron, he looked like he’d been through the wringer. She offered him a sympathetic smile as she followed him to the door. “You’ve been a gracious host. Thank you for having us.” She told Aaron, her attention immediately going to Amaris. She offered her vampire a genuine smile, small and subdued but happy to see her nonetheless, and fell into step with Amaris as they finally escaped the Sinnenodel household.
James Kingston




Location: The Car -> The Mutant Underground
Skills: N/A





“Yeah, I had been imagining it wasn’t much more different than hitting the gym but I’m trying to move away from that idea. That one requires people getting hurt and I’d rather not. And I’m starting to get a sense that this isn’t something you can just practice away.” James frowned, trying to consider how to phrase what he felt. He’d never really spoken about his healing ability to anyone other than asking if they need help and it was a strange concept to verbalize. “Do you know how after someone gets hurt, like really hurt, they sleep and doze off a lot? Their bodies need the rest to stitch all that back together but I let you skip that. The months of bed rest and exhaustion and fixing all collapse down to those few minutes and you’re back up and ready to roll but I do it in your place, you feel? So I don’t know how someone practices how to not need a nap after breaking something but if you’ve got something, I’m down to try dude.” Hopefully, that was enough to explain how it felt. It was a weird thing to imagine, closing someone’s wounds but taking their exhaustion, but it was about as close as he could get it. He’d certainly appreciate any help he could get with this.

James snuggled back reflexively when he felt Casper snuggle into him, placing a soft kiss on Casper. The shouting made him frown and he was about to say something when Ben flickered into view and slapped Casper clean across the face. James sat stunned for a moment―did Ben get angry enough to manifest or did Casper unconsciously conjurer Ben to slap him? That second one had some problematic implications but he really was out of his league when it came to Casper’s powers.―before he intervened. “Okay guys, calm down. Regardless of what we think here, Veil’ll make the right decision. I don’t know what the whole argument is but taking shots at each other, verbally or physically, is just going to make the situation worse.” James gently grabbed his boyfriend, urging him out of the car. “Why don’t we check on Sunshine and Max and then go cuddle in bed until Veil gets back because honestly, there’s a 50/50 chance that I might pass out on the stairs.” James suggested as he headed into the Underground.

He’d been putting off thinking about what could have happened to the two. He was certainly in no condition to do more than slap a bandaid on someone but the knot of worry he hadn’t been fully aware of loosened at the sight of the pair still conscious and standing on their own. “Oh thank fuck.” James sighed in relief as he also wrapped himself around Sunshine for a moment,catching Waverly in a group hug, before he did the same with Max. The little book he was carrying sent off some warning bells in his head but he waved them off. They were fine and back and James just wasn’t going to think about what weird magic stuff he may have brought back. He stepped back from them, knowing how Sunshine got when she felt surrounded and cornered,and gave them space to tell their tale.





Clarissa savored the dish thoroughly, pausing between bites to survey the steadily filling room. Once upon a time, she’d have scoffed at such a past time and waved it off as a waste of time but as she claimed more responsibility in her family’s affairs, she discovered something even more wasteful: merchants. Their pleasantries and platitudes positively infuriated her in their insincerity, poorly crafted facades to curry favor with her father, and after numerous public disagreements―how they found so many empty arguments for special tax status astounded her. One man had the audacity to submit a 37 page testament meticulously detailing why he could ignore the harbor tax on imported goods and then changed his tune shortly after walking into the chamber Clarissa summoned him to. To this day, she still didn’t understand why he’d done it―her father demanded she keep her tongue civil. In lieu of civility, she chose silence and her attention naturally gravitated to more interesting affairs. Usually the retainers of whoever they were hosting that day, she soon found the behavior of their servants and retainers spoke volumes of the character of their employers. Now, she found herself enjoying people watching. It certainly was telling how people assembled themselves.

The Blue Lions took advantage of the new situation. No way to escape a meal you’d just sat down at without stumbling over your own tongue and insulting someone. Lienna blew away Auberon’s earlier assumptions she’d been avoiding them. She sat down across Derec on her own accord and certainly made a fair attempt at seeming proper. Clarissa giggled at her choice of silverware but after her brief interaction with her earlier, she knew Lienna was doing her best to fit in. Kellen, the mousey man, on the other hand seemed far more eager to keep to himself but managed to force himself to interact with the others. Good for him. Hopefully, Auberon would manage to take him out of his shell but honestly, she was under the distinct impression that Kellen’s nervousness left Auberon feeling awkward and unsure of how to proceed. The leader of the Blue Lions certainly had a challenging group on his hands but she felt confident he’d find a way to bring them all together.

Of course, she ought to have taken a page out of Auberon’s book and brought the Deer together for a bonding moment of their own but she believed that may be more damaging than productive. Jorah proved a natural magnet for attention, charming and charismatic in all the wrong ways, and the disaster trio would feed off each other, overshadowing Isolde almost immediately. She was a quiet thing, mousey after the disaster that was her family’s disgrace, and Clarissa wasn’t confident that surrounding her with loud, energetic personalities would be an effective way to get her to open up to them. It was a bit of a headache, with Raimund already dashing her hopes to separate them and bond with them individually, but she’d find a way to make it work.

A body flopping into the seat across from her and literally inhaling his food broke her out of her contemplation. She covered her mouth as she laughed at Jorah digging into his meal with all the gusto of her father’s hounds after a full day’s hunt. His portions were certainly as expected, enough to make you think he was starved back home, but it never failed to amaze her. Clarissa was certain Jorah had hollow bones and that’s where he stored his extra servings because they never showed anywhere else. “Jorah, my father’s hounds practice better table manners than you. Take a moment and enjoy your food. You’ll make yourself sick scarfing your food down like that.” Clarissa laughed before taking a reasonable sized bite of her own meal. “I think the only word that could describe that experience is divine. The Cathedral was beautiful and there was a serenity in there that made me never want to leave, like everything would be alright as long I just lingered as long as I could. The Archbishop’s sermon motivated and inspired me in equal parts. I think you’d find it an agreeable experience, even just once.” Clarissa sighed happily at the memory.

“Of course, I jumped at the opportunity to speak with the Archbishop and I’m glad I did. I left our Unit meeting with no small amount of trepidation. Professor Roland’s explanation of the reasonings and processes left a great deal of questions in its wake but Archbishop Ioannis cleared it up without hesitation. A break from Alliance politics will clearly do me good; I seem to be looking for meaning in every shadow of every candle.” Clarissa admitted ruefully. It was going to be a difficult lesson and one she feared would dull her senses when she finally did go back home. “Auberon joined us. He seems capable of performing his duties, a serious and focused head on his shoulders. His opinion of you is still malleable, he only made a specific mention of your natural informality, but the crown prince earned his immediate approval. Other than that, the Archbishop, Auberon, and I have plans for tea one evening. I hope it can be a more regular affair honestly; not only to make connections but it’ll be nice to have a solid routine I’m familiar with here.”

Clarissa took a moment to look over her friend and quirked a brow at the not so strange markings on his face. She remembered Jorah mentioning something about them invoking strange spirits but she couldn’t quite remember exactly which each one meant. “I see you managed to smuggle out your paints. I’m surprised the Duke didn’t turn each of your luggage cases upside down and inside out to make sure you didn’t bring any nonsense with you. I take it that means you managed to sneak out your favorite lute? I hope it’s making an appearance tonight. While I may not care for some of your more colorful additions to your repertoire, I can’t deny you do have a way with the strings and I’d love to hear you play again.”
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