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Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Apologies for delay in my sheet, had gotten injured over the weekend. Still cooking it up and going to roll it out today or tomorrow. @Aeolian

@pkken

Thanks for the update pkken. I hope you recover soon! :)

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Hello All, we've got a new student joining Harold's Academy. Welcome them warmly.

@Jumbus

Arthur Everwood

Coming from a troubled past of thievery and evading academy admissions, this rebellious 2nd year from the House of Harold has proven himself difficult to pin down, especially with a gift that allows him to leverage the power of the wind to outmaneuver his foes.

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Hey Guys! Forgot to mention. Please include the character image of your character above your post. I would like general visual consistency from post to post, it's aesthetically pleasing, and it makes it easier to visualize the post when you have an image to reference while you're reading.

Also include these details, like in the opening IC post, as at some point, characters will be at different locations, so it's important to keep this knowledge readily available for the readers of your post.

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@Ebil Bunny Please go ahead when you get a chance to edit your post to include the image of Manny above your post and the other details I mentioned above. Thank you :)

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Evening ◈ Weather: Clear Skies, Breezy ◈Location: ??? ◈ Participants: ???, ??? @Aeolian

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Where this Lekëon tale begins, or rather, continues, few inhabitants of this realm would be able to identify this place. There is a heavy stench of burning from just beyond what appears to be a small village. It is a familiar smell, though it probably shouldn't be. From within the glades of the surrounding forest, tall trees adorned with leaves the shape of stars, a woman of graymalkin skin and two-toned hair slowly approaches the village. She looks around for a moment, strange tattoos embedded in the wrinkles of her skin just above and below eyes dyed with the ink of sea foam. Unassuming passerbys pay her no mind as she moves through, the burning smell that filled her senses fading the deeper she moves into the village core.

At last, the woman reaches the ancient structure that casts a shadow over the rest of the village. It looks crafted by the hands of something primordial and natural, the testament of a place left untouched by the mires of Royal and Parliament commonwealth. There is only one way in and one way out, it would seem. She enters cooly. No one makes a fuss at her presence; they know who she is. She passes through a room of stonewall, room after room she continues. Discussions can be heard from one, something more disturbing from another; perhaps it was the faintest of whimpers that drifted from under a locked door.

Far within, the woman goes until she reaches steps and descends a spiraling staircase, windowless and awashed in nothing but flickering candlelight. Her eyes glimmer as she passes each hanging fire. At the very end of what seems like an endless, bottomless pit, an unusual door sits queerly against a wall of weathered stone seen from above. The door is ornate and of lilac, the handle unnaturally gilded. This door, it does not seem to belong here. It doesn't fit, somehow. And yet here it stands, a juxtaposition against cracked stonework that would bewilder most others.

The woman can tell the door is locked. It's always locked, and there is no key. But that's okay, for very few things remain closed to her. In one breathless, barely audible motion, she leans forward and whispers to the door, "Open," and it obeys her command without hesitation. As she enters the room, the door closes behind her, and she is standing squarely in a room crafted for a child. A bedroom. It is just as queer as the door through which she entered. It is ornate and grand, royally Edwardian, like a prince's room from a palace or fairytale. No one else seems to know that this room exists and looks as it does. It does not fit the village that it hides beneath. There is a bed, and the room is filled with that unmistakable lilac. Windows exist here too, but they're engulfed in a film of glowing white. There is nothing to see, no world beyond to gaze upon longingly.

And at the small of the room, tucked away in a tiny alcove, is a young boy sitting in front of an easel, his nightgown covered in paint and his hair matted as though he had not awoken long before she arrived. "How is the painting coming along, Sparrow?" she whispered from behind him. Sparrow turned, and when his eyes met with hers, they beamed. "You've come back to visit me again," he says cheerfully, resting his paintbrush on the table beside him.

"Yes, Sparrow, I have." She gives the boy a look that's more expecting than the delighted expression he was hoping to see from her. The boy stutters, turning back around to look at his incomplete painting, and his lips subtly dip, "Ummm, it's not done yet. But I promise it will be soon, mam."

The woman cooes, "Oooh?"

Sparrow nods, thrilled that she returned his smile. "Yes yes!" he said, more excited now than before, "It's coming along quite nicely, I think." The woman comes closer and rests her hand on his shoulder, feeling his warmth. They share a gaze, and then both turn to look at the painting together. There are vestiges, specks, the starting of what looks like white tiny strokes cascading upon one another. The woman grins knowingly, her seafoam eyes filled with anticipation and witchlight.

"Wonderful."

NPCs

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Sparrow

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Evening ◈ Weather: Light Rain ◈Location: Skyship [Lower Deck Passanger Compartment] ◈ Participants: Petyr@Aeolian, Tessa@Mirandae

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The world of Lekë, or at least in this hemisphere, had settled into a warm, temperate evening as the goldmoon (sun) began its somber descent behind the watery horizon of the Endless Ocean Below. This, of course, was no typical sunset; it heralded a night of festivities, costumes, dancing, and glamour. The topic of discussion for everyone at Harold's Academy was tonight's quarterly Moonlight Masquerade Ball, which, to be honest, Petyr was not keen on attending.

At present, he was lounging on a bench within a long-distance passenger skyship. This vessel was large and capable of seating hundreds of people. Petyr, naturally, looked for a room that was the least occupied, being sure to avoid one room in particular that housed a woman and her crying infant. His legs were crossed at the ankles and his head rested against the back-wall. Down below in this part of the skyship, there were no windows to admire the sunfall, much to his chagrin.

But he wasn't alone. Tessa was there too. In fact, she was the only reason he was even attending this quarter's Moonlight Masquerade Ball. He had skipped them year after year, but with Tessa's return to the Academy as the Mentor of Homeroom Class 20, well, she was a girl who knew how to be persuasive when she wanted to be. Now, they were in this skyship returning back to the Academy from the capital city (Great Locswald Rose, The Rose City) for a very specific purpose, a task assigned to Tessa by Headmistress Minerva, which then, Tessa cleverly dragged him along with her to help in the effort.

Petyr, was unimpressed, as he was with most things, despite the successful outcome of their, well, Tessa's assignment. He was just an unwilling accomplice.

"Yeah, remind me to, NEVER again, throw myself at a salacious 50-year-old opera singer well past her musical prime. Thank you for that experience, Tessa." Petyr began, his eyes closed firmly and his hands clasped behind his head in a nonchalant, but also weary kind of manner.

"Salacious? Oh, it wasn't that bad,"Tessa began with a shimmering smile after having taken in her student's words with wide eyes. "Penelope is kind of a big deal, you know. She is really going to give the Academy's image a nice bump, and you helped with that, so you should feel good about yourself--" Tessa's endless type of blabbering fired up. "--And she's not past her musical prime, silly, what are you on about?" She giggled, gently tapping Petyr's side with her hand.

"Penelope Upperton is an iconic figure not only for her ability to sing really well, but also for LITERALLY, SINGLE-HANDEDLY influencing Elara Lyra's Winter Collection this year. And, my cait is named Lyra -- are you saying that you don't like my cait, HMM?!" Tessa leaned closer to Petyr with a devious grin on her lips, clearly being sarcastic.

Unfamiliar with the latest fashion brands, Petyr opened one eye to see Tessa brimming with glee, warranting a disapproving headshake. "All that sounds like to me is just another one of your obsessions." He paused for a moment, grinning, "What was that other one called again? Aery Asma, or...something like that."

In the middle of the aisle, an old man sniveling and carrying a handkerchief, blew his nose with the violent intensity of a small bomb. This man was obviously sick, garnering a look of distaste from Petyr, who side-eyed him all the way down the open corridor. Petyr saw little sparks fly from the man's mouth and nose every time he sneezed, so he squinted as the old sickly passenger disappeared from sight into the next room. He turned back to Tessa, that mild look of disgust still plastered on his countenance.

"Anyways...she's no Percival Strange, so my interest for--" he briefly adorned a jokingly snooty tone of voice "Lady Penelope Upperton--" his voice went back to normal, "--runs VERY thin. Cute cait though."

"Obsessions?! Me? Never." Tessa leaned back into her proper sitting, folding her arms. She tried to suppress the little smirk on her lips, relishing teasing her students, but hiding it never worked well for her. "Yes, Airwave Asthma, that's the one." One of many of Tessa's little things was to distort names even further when someone got it wrong in the first place. The name of the fashion brand Petyr referred to was Aurum Astra, but it was all the same to most people. Tessa suddenly jumped in her seat at the sick fellow blowing his nose with the noise of a literal cannon. A silent "Oh my God..." escaped Tessa's breath as she stared at the man, returning to her banter with Petyr once the sick fellow was gone.

"Yes, caits are cuuuute." Tessa curled both her hands at her jawline for her signature pose at the thought of the fluffy little things, the corner of her eyes wrinkling in a smile, especially at her very own -- Lyra. "Well, you've got to admit that Penelope is at least talented even if, maybe, she isn't THE best--" Tessa continued off of her high thinking about caits, but she interrupted herself mid-sentence. "--It looked like that guy that just walked past us was sneezing fireballs, did you see that or am I going crazy?"

Half listening, Petyr nodded carelessly as Tessa went on and on, even giving her an amused grin when she did her 'I'm obsessed with this' pose. But, she was right, he admitted internally. Penelope was one of the greatest singers of the modern era AND it was a big deal that the Academy booked her for tonight's Masquerade Ball. According to Tessa, however, this booking invitation went out to Lady Upperton months in advance, and they were only now able to confirm her attendance. The singer was a notoriously famous diva with a penchant for cute men, which was why Tessa dragged him along in the first place, ostensibly. The kiss on his cheek, though, now THAT shook him to his core. He spent hours in the lavatory trying to wipe off her lipstick print on his cheek. After the deed was done, Lady Upperton casually admitted to him that she forgot to switch from the lipstick she wears when kissing autographs because she was so, as she put it, "--very enchanted" by his odd-colored eyes. Just his luck.

It was only when Tessa mentioned the sick passenger did Petyr finally respond, shaken from his brief revelry about Lady Upperton, "No, I saw it too. He must be a Mystic, like us."

Petyr turned back to the threshold where the sick man had disappeared through earlier before, staring with a reinvigorated and, admittedly, concerned curiosity.

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Evening ◈ Weather: Light Rain ◈Location: Harold's Academy [Headmistress's Office] ◈ Participants: Headmistress Minerva@Aeolian, Professor Magus Babalu @Aeolian, Kaspaan Mustaven (Mentioned) @Deja

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At Harold's Academy, the light rainfall patterned against Minerva's stained glass windows. Most classes would have already ended at this point, so the Headmistress understood that she would need to check on things regarding the upcoming Masquerade Ball tonight.

The drapes in front of her desk were pulled back from the morning, which Minerva had spent the better part of 10 hours, as a matter of fact, looking over scroll after scroll -- for what, though, that was to the disclosed. Before she began whatever she had set out to do in her office, she'd explicitly warned everyone not to disrupt her focus unless someone died or fell through a portal. With a pair of monocles nearly hanging off her nose, Minerva began the long, arduous task, even skipping breakfast and lunch, waving away an Academy handmaiden on both occasions when they tried to bring her something to eat directly from the kitchen.

It was only now that she heard the etching of ink upon her Ollivander Parchment III laid at the corner of her desk. It was the third model, which guaranteed a faster transfer of messages. This was the work of someone on the other end with their own Ollivander Parchment, writing to her. A person would use their vitesse as ink and then write using a quill directly onto the parchment. After writing the recipient's name at the bottom of the parchment, it would appear on the recipient's parchment, no matter where they were. As it worked, words were magically appearing on Minerva's parchment as though the object were writing a letter to itself. This quiet reading went on for some time, a look of urgency growing on her face, brows furrowed, and eyes maddening. It seemed as though she'd just become privy to some really serious information, though not wholly clear.

Minerva started when she heard a soft knocking on her door. There was an ambiance to her room thanks to the fireplace and candlelight; it saturated the room with a warm glow. But she felt cold inside from what she had just read on the parchment. She tucked it out of sight before walking up to her door and flinging it open.

She was on edge, not giving her guest a moment to speak, "I've already told Mr. Grisvögel to handle the arrangements for Lady Upperton at the Guest House. My time today is very preci--"

Minvera was interrupted by the deep, male voice that escaped from the lips of the figure that stood before her. The person standing in the threshold was none other than Professor Magnus Babalu, one of her closet confidants and the professor of the Gifts class. His face was equally as stern as hers, but he always had a resting bitch face, so this was just another day for him. Magnus stepped into her room, shutting the door behind himself. "It's not that," he said calmly.

Minerva had returned to her desk as the bald man with the perpetually severe expression sat in an empty chair adjacent to her. He crossed his leg, one over the other, and clasped his hands together on his knee, waiting patiently. "Well, don't just sit there silent, Magnus. You've already disturbed me, so what is it? Has Mr. Mustaven been caught joy flying again? I swear to the heavens, I don't want to hear another complaint about that boy." Minerva always addressed her students as Mr. and Miss., plus their last names, regardless of their age.

Magnus cleared his throat, stirring in his seat feebly, "Err, no, it's not that either, Madam." Minerva kept silent, just giving him a look implying that she wanted him to spit it out already. Professor Babalu continued, "I imagine it probably has to do with that Ollivander parchment you were reading."

Minerva looked at him coldly, "Don't play with me, Magnus," she said.

He responded in jest, "When do I ever, Madam?"

She took a moment to think, "Make sure there's no one around that can hear us."

Magnus nodded, understanding what Minerva wanted him to do. He closed his eyes, and after a moment of silence and stillness, a third eye, identical to his original two, fluttered open on his forehead. It magically grew right out of his skin. It was not an appealing sight to behold. Magnus's third eye was looking around the room, but was seeing far beyond that limited space. Through this third eye, he could see, in his mind, the other side of Minvera's office, down the hallways, through the corridors, and even much farther beyond that. But he didn't need to check that far. He scanned the surrounding areas that were relevant to where they were, and when he finished, he opened up his normal eyes, causing his third eye to close, disappearing back into the flesh of his forehead skin, not a trace that it was ever there at all. He nodded reassuringly that all was clear.

Minerva nodded, understanding the urgency, "Now, tell me what you know."

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

In Lekë, the Ni-Seraphi are the mortal enemies of the Mystics. They appeared in Lekë through the Wrinkle in the Sky. Since the end of the Time of Tears, Ni-Seraphi only occasionally come through the Wrinkle; they're weaker than their predecessors and in far fewer numbers. The Royal Guard typically patrol the Wrinkle 24/7 to dispatch of any Ni-Seraphi as soon as they come through. Still, should you encounter a Ni-Seraphi, here is what you need to know about them to survive an attack.

Adult Form

In their fully matured adult forms, the Ni-Seraphi appear as colossal-sized, beautiful angels wrapped in silks. Their skin is extremely pale, and their hair is silver. Their eyes swirl and are silver like mercury. They bleed mercury-colored blood that's got a thick consistency and is very warm. Adult Ni-Seraphi have poor eyesight and, due to their size, they do not move fast. However, they are durable and have a few tricks up their sleeves:

◈ I. They communicate with one another through singing.

◈ II. To compensate for their poor eyesight, they use their singing as a form of echolocation.

◈ III. A Mystic's aeonheart releases a unique signal only the Ni-Seraphi can hear. Even with their poor eyesight, they can sense the general area of where the signal is coming from and then using their echolocation singing to pinpoint exactly where it is.

◈ IV. Their Hunting Melody is known to instill fear in their prey (Mystics), which makes it easier for Ni-Seraphi to find Mystics whose bodies react out of fear (heart beating more rapidly, stronger signal, etc.). Mystics who have learned to stay calm when they hear this melody are harder for the Ni-Seraphi to track.

◈ V. Adult form Ni-Seraphi can sing to produce orbs of sound, which they can shoot with concussive, explosive results.

◈ VI. When a prey has been incapacitated for feeding, adult Ni-Seraphi use their mouths to create a strong funnel of air that acts as a suction. This sucks Mystics into their mouths like a black hole. It is difficult, but not impossible, to escape this suction current once you get captured in it.

◈ VII. Ni-Seraphi prefer to consume Mystics alive, as a dead Mystic means a dead aeonheart,which is useless to them.

◈ VII. Seraph's Kissed Mystics, due to having a second aeonheart (The Kiss or The Mark), are particularly vulnerable due to producing a stronger signal that attracts Ni-Seraphi more than the typical Mystic does.

◈ IX. Because it is challenging for an adult form Ni-Seraphi to capture Mystics on their own (it's like trying to capture an ant with a bear trap), they use their spawn to seek out and incapacitate their prey who might be hiding.

Pupa and Larva Forms

Ni-Seraphi at their Pupa stage, spawn out of the adult-form Ni-Seraphi. In their Pupa stage of life, they are human-sized and wear darker-colored silks, though notably taller than your average human and more willowy in body structure. Pupa have very small wings (barely even noticeable), and glowing crimson eyes that allow them to see much better than the Adults, including in the dark. Although Ni-Seraphi reproduce asexually, adult Ni-Seraphi appear more feminine, while pupa appear relatively more masculine-bodied. The pupa are faster, more agile, stronger, and more nimble than the average human. But due to their human-size, they are relatively easy to kill, like a normal human is. When you kill a pupa, their bodies don't turn to stone like their adult forms, but rather, they decay rapidly until they're nothing but a strange sulfuric-smelling pile of brimstone. The pupa are designed to bring prey out of their hiding spots and incapacitate them so the adults can feed on the Mystics alive. The pupa also have a unique predation skill where they can extend their pointer finger like a really long thin needle, with a glowing pointy tip at the end. They attempt to stick this long pointy needle-like finger through a Mystic's heart. It doesn't kill the Mystic, but releases a toxin to paralyze them for a few minutes.

Pupa and Larva Forms

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Ni-Seraphi in their Larva stage, spawn from the Pupa. They are small like cherubs, but the most grotesque and ghoulish looking. Larva have many different looks to them, but they're all pretty ugly, deformed, and bird-ish in nature. They torment their prey by clawing, biting, and harassing them. The Pupa control the larva and use them as "hound dogs".

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

@Jumbus Thanks Jumbus. You will see an announcement soon with the results. And yes, the history section looks good and it is totally fine for your character to be friendly with the Willow Gang. If you want him to be part of the Willow Gang, that's fine too. :)

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Thanks for the clarification.

My idea is that his grandmother told him to run from the Academy recruitment due to losing her husband to the war. He initially did so leading to some time period (I'm flexible on how long that could realistically be) where he manifested his power and was brought into the Academy. He went around doing some petty thefts after that at which point some shady guy would have tried to recruit him to something. Only due to hearing about the myth would he have guessed its related to Daemons.

I want him to be a trouble maker but certainly not a bad person. He is conflicted between was he was told about the war as he grew up and the harsh reality of it that he learns from class. Rebel without a cause type of deal

Let me know if this is all good with you. Thanks

Edit: He would have gifts around wind and flying so he is a bit harder to catch if that helps. Also he would be in his second year so I plan for him to be more calmed down than what he would have been in his first. I don't want to be disruptive to the RP or anything, just have him be teen rebellious like stay out past curfew and things like that

@Jumbus

That all sounds fine :)

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Thanks, I'll try to have something written up in a couple of days. I do have a few questions that I didn't pick up from my reading of the OOC and just want to confirm.

- Is being a Mystic a genetic thing/are you more likely to be a Mystic is a family member was one? Would you be likely to have a similar ability as them?
- While it is implied, is the academy a floating sky island? How much of the world consists of those?

My idea with the character is that he didn't sign up for about a year after his gift manifested. During that time he went on a spree of incredibly petty theft and all around being a public nuisance. During which time he did try getting recruited by a Daemon, but he rejected them.

- would be possible? I imagine there are some parts of the world where the Academy reach doesn't go as far and the Daemon academy tends to find more recruits?

- Would petty theft constitute someone being regarded as a Daemon. Because I would like to avoid that?

Sorry it's a lot of questions lol. Just wanting to make sure some of my core ideas are okay before I write up my concept.

Thanks

@Jumbus

Hello,

1. Being a Mystic is a mutation and random, though sometimes it is hereditary, as a family with several Mystics has a greater chance of passing down that gene or even the same power. But there's no guarantee.

2. All the islands in this world are floating in the sky, called Sky Islands. So yes, the Academy sits upon a sky island, as does every other place in this world. There are no islands down below. The only thing down below is a vast endless ocean.

3. You don't sign up for the Academy. It is compulsory. Once your gift manifests (for most people, that's in adolescence), you are required to attend the Academy for 8 hours. It is mandatory, so you can't delay it. The label of Daemon is only given to Mystics who use their gifts to commit really evil/treasonous acts. Petty theft would not get you classified as a Daemon, but it might get you sent to a juvenile facility until your gift manifested, at which point, you'd be sent to Harold's Academy. But your character can't be a Daemon anyways, just a regular Mystic. Your character is still a teen, so if they committed petty theft in the past, they wouldn't be labeled a Daemon, though the Headmistress would likely know about their past and make provisions. Some teens come from troubled pasts, so I'm not against the idea of a character who used to steal. And yes, the Academy reaches most, but not every part of the world. But be mindful that the Academy's influence is very far-reaching, especially as it has the backing of Parliament. Very few parts of the world are out of their reach. It is possible, though, that when their gift manifested, a Daemon tried to recruit them, but they rejected it. Although in this world, there is no guarantee that Daemon academies even exist. It is considered a myth.

Let's just be thoughtful not to create a character that causes trouble just for the sake of causing trouble. Create a character with nuances -- whose troubled past may explain why they are the way they are, but it shouldn't dictate everything that they do. This means, try to avoid creating sociopaths or psychopaths, as it just doesn't add much other than bottomless friction for the cast, with little room for nuanced character development. But yes,

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@Jumbus We seemed to have lost a second player as well, so you can create a character application too. But as I told pkken, I will only accept a character that is male because we need more male characters to balance out the roster. If you're okay with making a male character, then I look forward to reviewing your character sheet! :)

Cheers!

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@pkken No problem. Looking forward to reviewing your application.

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@Abashi76
I created the art with AI and the text I just typed lol

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Hello All, here is the

Fifth Batch

of Approved Characters. For all the players who made changes to their character sheets by the due date, thank you for the effort, and welcome to Harold's Academy. Please move your character sheet over to the character tab at your earliest convenience.

A special note: @pkken While applications did close technically, we seemed to have lost two applicants during the application review process. After consulting with the players (who spoke favorably of you), I've decided you can create an application for this roleplay, but ONLY under the condition that your character has to be male. I can't make any exceptions to this requirement, as our cast is overwhelmingly female and needs a little more balance in this regard. If you're okay with that, I look forward to seeing your completed character sheet. :) FYI, there are no more positions open for Illuminaire.

@Crimson Flame

Taegan “Tae” Granlock

The golden-haired Noblesse from the famous Granlock Family has reached their 5th year in the House of Harold, and their reputation as one of the richest students has not dimmed, and neither has the lights they wield to illuminate their presence for all to admire.

@Ebil Bunny

Manny Ryi

No one could have imagined that a first year from the House of Seraphine would unlock the secrets to immortality; her unimaginable gift to reincarnate over and over again has proven to be a true mystical anomaly within the community.

@McKennaJ71

Beatrix Gyre

This vibrant dreamer has always got her head deep within the pages of a fantasy book, but as a 5th year from the House of Seraphine, she might have come back to reality to continue mastering her power over lightning.

@BlackRoseSiren

Aurora Celeste

The vitesse of a performer has a different feel to it; you can sense it from this fifth year from the House of Harold; she's got her flute in one hand, her feet dancing away, and a stack of playing cards supercharged for one hell of an explosive finale.

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@BlackRoseSiren@McKennaJ71 The visual updates that I requested for you both to make to your character sheets were not quite as they needed to be according to the original template. But no worries. I have taken the liberty of transposing both of your sheets into the proper formatting. Please copy and paste your character sheet from here into the character tab. Thank you! :)

@McKennaJ71

Beatrix Gyre

◈ A p p e a r a n c e ◈
Beatrix has snow white hair that can be tied into a braid that rests on one of her shoulders. her eye colour is a nice silver, sometimes she'll wear glasses when she is reading. She doesn't have any scars. A piercing in her left ear, she also has a pendant that she hides under her grey shirt. Wearing a black coat that covers her arm and goes just past her waist. For her bottom half, she wears simple dark trousers, they don't restrict her movements, on her feet she wears simple shoes with a little bit of a heel on them.

◈ "Lightning strikes with thunderous applause." ◈

◈ N a m e
Beatrix Gyre

◈ S p e l l c a s t e r N a m e
Strom Dancer

◈ A g e, H e i g h t, a n d W e i g h t
18, 5'7", 138lbs

◈ R a c e
Mystic

◈ G e n d e r
Female

◈ S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o n
We'll see how that goes.

◈ Y e a r
5th Year

◈ P e t
A Cait named Ayla

◈ H o u s e
House of Seraphine

◈ I l l u m i n a i r e
No

◈ C l a s s e s

◈ Gifts

◈ Sustained Flight

◈ Physics

◈ General Combat Training

◈ Teamwork

◈ Portal exploration

◈ A r e Y o u O n Y o u r H o u s e ' s W a a g a T e a m?
No

◈ "I dance to the rhythm of thunder." ◈

◈ P e r s o n a l i t y
Quirky◈ Energetic◈ Passionate◈ Cheerful◈ Ambitious

Beatrix is a ball of energy; seems that she can pass on her energetic nature on to a few people. Sometimes it doesn't work, so she tries not to force it on people as they could find her annoying and it could result in them not liking her, so she keeps it in check. She's very passionate about her hobbies; one of them, in fact, is reading fantasy stories. The thrill of adventure and learning new things is very exciting to her. She often dreams about her own adventures and writes them down in order to make a book out of it. She enjoys playing piano. She's about just over average level in skill for it, but it doesn't stop her from smiling.

When meeting new people, she'll give them a fair enough chance to see what kind of person they are. She enjoys spending time with her best friend, her Cait, Ayla.

◈ H i s t o r y
Born to Rikard and Sarah. She is the only daughter, however, she is the youngest child, with her brother a few years older. They lived a very normal life. Rikard was well known for his power of Lightning that both his children had. However, Sarah didn't have any magic. But it didn't change anything as their family members were all special and were all equal.

It wasn't until years later when Rikard and Sarah got divorced; they just didn't see each other as the marriage lost its spark. They tried to recapture the spark that they had, but it was unsuccessful. So they separated but kept in contact since they wanted to make it work, and it did. For her birthday, Beatrix got a pet cait that Rikard named Ayla, after one of his friends when he was younger. Sadly Sarah fell ill; Rikard, Beatrix, and her brother took care of her, hoping that she would get better. Months later, she died.

After that, Beatrix would help around the house if needed, and it seems that Sarah's death hit Rikard the most as he went on multiple dates, flirting with women. At first, Beatrix couldn't understand, then thought maybe it was just him trying to cope. She'd often get embarrassed about it, but after a while, she got used to it. Her brother left home a year later in search of magical knowledge at an Academy. Then Beatrix applied for an Academy too, she was so nervous about it at first, but her father managed to coach her through it.

◈ R e p u t a t i o n
Beatrix used to be a little bit of a prankster, giving people static shocks as little jokes. Mostly as an attempt to fit in, but there was no need for her to do since a few people were curious about her and her magic. The only reputation that she has at the moment is that she's the hyperactive lightning rod whose father is a bit of a pervert. She did get bullied about not having a mother, but since she punched a boy in the face, the insults stopped. Now she listens to her teachers and often enjoys small conversations with some of the other students; hopefully, some will become her friend.

◈ G o a l s
Beatrix wants to be the best Lighting Element user, even better than her father. The only competition that she knows of is her brother so she wants to better than him, but he has a head start. This wont stop her from trying. She wants to have both her Father and her brother proud of her. After graduation she'll more likely travel some more, go on more adventures, maybe even write books on them, maybe evem publish them, so when she's older she can remember the good times she's had.

◈ R e l a t i o n s
Rikard Grye (Father) when he wasn't perving on women he was teaching her the basics on using her magic until she was able to learn more advanced things, so he managed to help get into a school that would help.
Sarah Gyre (Mother- deceased)

◈ "Gaze at thunder in its purest form." ◈

◈ M y s t i c C l a s s i f i c a t i o n
Elementalist

◈ G i f t
Thunderchild

◈ M y s t i c C o d e
Beatrix has the power to manipulate as well as conjure Lightning. If Lightning magic is used against her, she can try to absorb some of it and apply to her own attack as a counter. Being able to use her element through her body she can move faster for a brief moment. Sometimes destruction isn't a thing so she can use low-level electrical magic to cause paralysis.

◈ L i m i t a t i o n s a n d W e a k n e s s e s
She still takes damage from absorbing someone's Lightning attack. It takes a lot of focus, so she needs to be careful when using her abilities and her emotions can affect it so a level head is key to using it. Is a constant lighting rod in Thunderstorms it doesn't hurt her that much but can be fatal to people who are near her.

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@BlackRoseSiren

Aurora Celeste

◈ A p p e a r a n c e ◈
With long white hair that goes down her back she sports some flowers that she places in various colors. her sun kissed skin. She wears a small jewelled crown that rests on her head. Both of her ears have piercings in them. Her outfit is pretty simple, with a simple cloak that can cover the top part of her body. For her upper body, she wear a dress that has a white top with its neck line just round her collar. Her midsection has a purple corset style to it. The bottom has a long skirt that goes to her knees, she wears leggings underneath with black shoes with a bit of a heal on them.

◈ "You just place one foot in front of the other." ◈

◈ N a m e
Aurora Celeste

◈ S p e l l c a s t e r N a m e
Harlequin

◈ A g e, H e i g h t, a n d W e i g h t
18, 5'7", 137lbs

◈ R a c e
Mystic

◈ G e n d e r
Female

◈ S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o n
Unknown

◈ Y e a r
5th Year

◈ P e t
Cait called Luna

◈ H o u s e
House of Harold

◈ I l l u m i n a i r e
No

◈ C l a s s e s

◈ Gifts

◈ Theatre

◈ Combat Training

◈ Music

◈ Teamwork

◈ Herbology

◈ A r e Y o u O n Y o u r H o u s e ' s W a a g a T e a m?
No

◈ "Take your next step, it's easy." ◈

◈ P e r s o n a l i t y
Flexible◈ Acrobatic◈ Passionate◈ Confident◈ Musical

At times Aurora can be a bit distant with new people.with people she knows she incredibly sweet to them, always wanting to talk to them or play her flute for them to help ease and be sociable, she tries to socialise with others, but it ends with mixed results, still she tries to talk to people, however her performance skill are far better than her social skills. If someone wants to know how to play the flute or learn how to dance she'll happily teach you.

◈ H i s t o r y
Aurora never knew who her parents were. She was found by a group of performers. At first they weren't willing to look after her, mostly travelling around all the time. Always on the move was not suitable for a small child. Eventually they found out that Aurora didn't have anyone else, they felt bad plus mixed with Aurora's persistence, so they took her with them. So she travelled with them.

Travelling around Aurora wanted to help them earn money by pulling her own weight. Unsure what they could have her do, they let her start off small with a Tambourine and a Flute. She'd spend days learning how to play them. She'd perform with the rest of the group while they danced, juggling as well as balancing acts. To Aurora, this group of 15 people were her life, her family. The woman who mostly looked after her, as well as gave her the lessons to play instruments, was the closest she had to a mother figure. Once older, Aurora started to learn how to dance. Learning to move to the rhythm, she was a bit clumsy at first but she picked it up. As she got older, she learnt most of what everyone else could do. Eventually she was helping with some acts as an extra. She loved every moment of it. She wasn't doing it for the fame she was making her family proud.

While performing an act with another, they were juggling batons back and forth to one another. It was at this point out of nowhere, one of the batons exploded, injuring Aurora's fellow performer. This somehow caused a chain reaction as the other batons were now scattered in the sudden incident, also exploded. This caused mass panic with the audience, a few people were hurt but the other performer was the only one who was hurt the most. It seemed that after some discussion and investigation it turned out Aurora had magic and accidentally used her magic on the batons which caused them to explode. Now there was a division in the group, some wanted Aurora to leave while others wanted her to stay.

◈ R e p u t a t i o n
Aurora had to be careful at first, in case she blew something up hurting someone. She did have accidents here and there but gladly no one was hurt. She tried to keep herself away from the other students until she was able to control her magic. She made a few friends, but preferably kept her distance. To people meeting her for the first time wouldn't be sure on why but they found out eventually. She'd often play her flute while dancing around the school her old habit still there at her very core, she'd get applause for her performances which made her happy.

◈ G o a l s
She wants to make her family proud. Able to perform in big areas while mentioning her family so they'll have bigger crowds when they perform. Or get a stage that they don't need to travel everywhere, and are able to start a normal life settled down in one spot.

◈ R e l a t i o n s
The only family she's really had was the group of performers that raised her. They all hold a very special place in her heart and she misses th all, especially her adopted mother.

◈ "Sometimes you only need a good smile." ◈

◈ M y s t i c C l a s s i f i c a t i o n
Astra

◈ G i f t
Molecular Acceleration

◈ M y s t i c C o d e
Aurora has the power to take the potential energy stored in an object and convert it to kinetic energy, thus “charging” that item with explosive results, The object can explode on its own, or she can click her fingers to make the object explode. She prefers to charge smaller objects, like playing cards, as the time required to charge them is greatly reduced and they are much easier for her to throw.

◈ L i m i t a t i o n s a n d W e a k n e s s e s
To apply more energy into an object requires more time to charge it. If she loses focus the object that is charged can detonate prematurely, it could hurt someone else. She can only pour her energy into inanimate objects, sadly it doesn't work against living things. She has to touch the object with her bare skin in order to charge it. Lastly objects can slowly start to lose their charge after a certain amount of time bigger objects lose their charge faster.