akirashadow

Mirror Worlds

A temporary visitor from Baldur's Gate 1.0 :P

Mirror Worlds

Whoops my bad again >.< edited that out, it never happened. >.> <.<

The Ordinary Mythical Academy (Private)

Just dumped mine straight into CS from the previous board. Hope that's ok.

The Ordinary Mythical Academy (Private)

Irvine Code

Name: Irvine (Shade) Code
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Humanoid
Room Number:
Rooming With:
Alignment: Unaligned - Typically influenced by Neutral & Evil alignment
Appearance: Irvine has shoulder length black hair and brown eyes (couldn't find a image match :( ). In order to complement his personal use of his powers he prefers to wear darker colours of blue's, browns and black to help him blend in more naturally with his most comfortable environments. He always wears a belt that has several leather straps which act as a sort of holster / sheath for his weapon the shadow hilt.

Appearance

Personality: Irvine is typically a quiet individual who would rather keep to himself than become involved in group activities or discussion. His lack of interactions with other people or species has him sometimes speak his mind without consideration for consequence or feelings. Both of which compound a shy, almost silent attitude of a person who'd rather speak with action than words. Despite this anti-social shell, Irvine will slowly open up as he develops trust for individuals.

Bio: Irvine's past is just short of being a complete mystery with little known about his early childhood or pre-teen life. He never had any direct family and never knew his parents being abandoned as a newborn. All efforts to track down his origins by either himself or others has always resulted dead ends, leading to the current status of any family he does have being a completely unknown variable. Constantly moved between different foster carers Irvine never developed any meaningful relationships, either through a lack of desire or deliberately preventing its on set.

By the time Irvine had come to realisation of his powers he was fending for himself and constantly moving, although typically remaining within a self-designated radius. Within his time alone Irvine grew comfortable with the general lack of being around others, typically hanging around within the constantly dark alleys of busy towns and cities. People who had claimed to see him on multiple occasions grew accustomed to referring to him as 'Shade' due to how his shadow un-naturally stuck to his body as though it was actually him who was the shadow. However despite this phenomenon Irvine has always considered himself human, his ageing and appearance were both that of a human, allowing him to move around easily in general populace. But he couldn't shake the feeling of a faint calling that maybe, just maybe, he was something more.

Power 1: Darkness Manipulation

Likes: Solitude, being in dark or dim-lit environments, observing interactions, combat training
Dislikes: being singled out/targeted, large group interactivity, public speaking

Family: Unknown
Friends: None
Sentimental Attachment:

Weapon: Shadow Hilt - A hilt for a weapon, which alone or in the wrong hands is completely useless. The hilt serves as a material component, and through the use of his powers Irvine can use it to form basic weapons formed from darkness/shadow energy. Currently he has managed to muster daggers and batons, and when given enough time a short sword. The hilt itself is somewhat dull there's a particular lack of any distinguishing features other than the craftsmanship of the metal that forms it, there's a void within the pommel usually filled with a decorative gem yet on this hilt no such gem is present.

Akira Kage

Name: Akira Kage
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Human
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Alignment: Records Sealed: school admin only
Appearance:

Appearance

When not intending to fight the leg and arm guards are removed, allowing the light armour to easily work as casual clothing.

Akira has brown short hair, and blue eyes. Akira's chosen attire is to allow him the flexibility and practicality required to wield his weapons and carry out his duties to the best of his abilities, though the cowl and face scarf are typically only worn during assignments.

Personality: Akira has a relatively calm personality, however his calmness can easily be swayed into anger when provoked. He shows a deep respect for those he classes as being his superior, and does not intentionally disrespect those he deems to be on his level. Having adapted well within an accepting community Akira has the social ability to remain within a group of peers without having to force conversation to take place. Although he can be talkative at times he will adapt his socialising for the group he's currently with. However this often makes him come across as untrustworthy as people often believe that he's only trying to please his current audience.

Bio: Akira Kage's life is very lightly, if at all documented, it's believed that any official files kept on him before this point has been deleted or sealed. The only file that has been released to The Academy is how Akira had came into contact with his current 'family'. It details that Akira had tracked a member to one of their operations building 48 hours after the member had already made the journey, claiming that he had followed 'their scent' and had even used it to bypass the facilities security. Having wondered into a facility that is typically kept out of reach of the public it had decided that it'd be dangerous to let Akira, who they knew was a mystic to leave. However, the events following left Akira unscathed and several of the would be attackers incapacitated. Once Akira had finally been successfully restrained it was decided from the higher ups that their intention should be to recruit the teenager rather than dispose of him. Playing to a young persons desire to make fortunes he was offered payment simply for following people of interest. Having successfully completed several tracking assignments, Akira had been accepted into their ranks, along with receiving the promised payments.

Power 1: Aura Manipulation
Power 2: Magic Suppression
Likes: Wealth, tracking
Dislikes: Failure, 'undesirables'
Family: Records Sealed: school admin only
Friends: None
Sentimental Attachment: Tape Recorder - an important, yet simple piece of equipment Akira uses to record short messages to be used in a larger report.
Weapon: Twin daggers & crossbow
Other: Records Sealed: school admin only

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Smart ass, eh? Well could be worse I suppose. Plus given the context some might even consider it a compliment, but obviously on this occasion, not a compliment. The rebuttal seemed fair and hardly worthwhile being followed up on less he cause un-needed friction between himself and the staff, further than what was likely to already exist from any feeling bitter due to the war connection. As he thought on this Jake came to end of the meal he had gathered for himself. This was somewhat disappointing, did this mean having to mingle with the fellow students?

Just a Jake was about to make a move he saw the battle breaking professor grab another, who was likely serving a similar position at the school and pull them aside. A small frown on his face as he was unable to eavesdrop on whatever it may be they were talking about. "What strange behaviour..." With a sigh Jake got up from his seat sliding his plate onto the nearest flat surface as he made his way back over to the food table. "Missed?" Jake scans over the room with his eyes. "Not a whole lot unfortunately, rather uneventful so far. Although..." Jake points out the Norrevinter & Sterling pair. "You missed a dispute, rather minor one between those two. Though without the intrusions maybe they would of gone for each others throats."

Jake grabbed an apple from the fruit on offer as he tossed it lightly with his left hand and swiping it into the grip with his right as he rubbed it softly against his hoodie. "Lemme guess..." He points at the close pair before taking a bite of his apple. "Siblings?... at a push cousins, but I doubt that. Should never underestimate the bonds of family, there's a certain closeness to be observed." He smiles before continuing. "You will be a force to be reckoned with in combat classes. Even if you don't realise it right now. So long as you're not too heavily invested in sibling rivalry?"

"Names Jake, you'll have to forgive me I'm not a huge fan of family names. Words such as family names can dictate a persons actions. Like our squabbling duo from before for example, were they oblivious to their family ties would they really still hate each other?" Jake stops as he thinks to himself. "Apologies, sometimes I prattle on to much. As I was saying, Jake and you?" He finishes as he extends his free hand before taking another bite from the apple.

@Sailorsadie

Mirror Worlds

Sorry my bad :(

Mirror Worlds

"Quite the bizarre method for making a choice." Lance chuckles as Tawny reveals her reason for picking a spear. "Won't be so pretty if you need to use it though." When Tawny gestured towards the stall Lance glances over as he listens to her comment. "Well I guess we can. I got this covered, back in a sec. Uh... maybe you should hold this for a sec, seems to be making people uneasy." Lance removes the sheathed weapon which he'd had slung over his shoulder resting its tip against the ground before leaning it toward Tawny.

Lance then made his way over to the vendor stand wearing a smile on his face as he gathered an assortment of the sweets on offer before swinging the coin purse into his hand opening it up. He peeps inside as he fetches a few of the coins from its contents before placing them down on the stall. Little surprise but he wasn't really sure of the value of the currency he'd tried to hand over. "Eh... enough?" He asks as he looks to the vendor, who simply shook his head. "More."
"Well alright..." Lance stated before handing over more of the coin. Although he had no comprehension of the currency the amount of coin he was handing over felt a little like he was being ripped off. "There you go."

Lance goes to take the goods and leave when the vendor reaches over and grabs his cuff shaking his head. "More." Was this vendor serious. Lance smiles as he leans forward toward the vendor. "Look, hehe..." Lance spoke softly as he looked back to Tawny still wearing a smile. He turned back to the vendor. "I may not understand the currency, but I do understand when someones trying to rip me off.
So here's the thing." Lance's voice got quieter with each word. "You're gonna take your coin, and I'm gonna take what I purchased. You'll let go, or I'll snap your arm in two." Upon finishing Lance yanked his arm free as he took his purchase. "Thank you and good day." He walked over to Tawny still wearing his smile. "So should we head back?"

@Raptra

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Jake glanced up from his food occasionally to the watch the movements of the different individuals within the room. Such a wide variety of personalities, it was actually quite the display, ah an altercation. It didn't seem to take long for such an encounter to occur, though he had to wonder what exactly had brought it on in the first place. Perhaps different opinions during the war? Well if that was the case the hood he had up seemed to be serving its purpose well enough, plus thankfully he was graced with being far enough from the point of origin to be treated to any of the... debris from the fall out. "Well if nothing else this will be an interesting endeavour." Jake whispered to himself before deciding to ignore the goings on and return to his food.

Though curiosity remained on his mind as he kept an ear open for interesting goings on. "...it's kinda my job to know who pretty much everyone is." it'd be a moment after hearing this that Jake almost coughed up his full mouthful of food as he quickly covered his mouth trying to stifle it. Well I most certainly hope that's an exaggeration. Jake thought to himself. The next part of what the person said almost made it sound like they were some kind of noble, maybe they were... The status of Nobility and the council was hardly the business of the Lucshen, the Firestrom maybe, but for them it was often best to steer clear of the highers where possible.

Despite his lack of knowledge of who, well who pretty much everyone in the room was simply listening in seemed to be paying off on learning names. Self judgement on tones and posture offered small inclinations for some as to their status within the community. All the while he was able to avoid altercation of his own or any undue or requested judgement from those that would supposedly be his peers. Not that such judgement could be holey claimed as wrong, the misguided and written truth is much the truth for some after all.

An impressive feat of magic was eventually displayed as a means of breaking up the two opponents, even though a student had already volunteered themselves into intervening the situation. The way they spoke and look, must of been on of the teachers, right? The claim of a non-bullshit speech of one context, came across as a bullshit speech in another context as they asserted themselves of being in control of situation. Jake almost chuckled at the comment of school property as he recalled the donation plaque near the entrance to the common area. "But sir, surely most of this 'school property' was purchased with their families funding." Jake's thoughts had escaped him in form of speech as he blankly stared ahead of himself, almost as though he'd frozen in the moment. perhaps that was unwise. Jake, having somewhat recomposed, returned to eating his fill.

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Jake thought it was questionable whether indeed this truck was even driving along a road. The number of bumps occurring on the journey was starting to become ridiculous, and to top it off the truck didn't sound like it was in the most road worthy of conditions. Whats with this shoddy piece of... Crack! Jake's head delivered a not healthy sound as a hard bump sent him head first to the pole raising from the seat in front. Recoiling he raised a hand straight to his forehead as he blinked several times, nothing quite like starting the day with a throbbing headache.

As he sat back with one hand to his head he had ultimately decided that it was probably best to spend the rest of the journey holding himself in place as he gripped the chair in front. He delivered a less then friendly glare at his neighbour who was chuckling at his misfortune. Of course it must of been satisfying to be sitting in the window seat, not that Jake would really know. His height didn't play him well for sitting in that position, lest his legs take up all the room of the adjacent seat. He sighed as he stretched his legs out down the gangway from his aisle seat, nothing like being tall to make any journey in a cramped vehicle uncomfortable.

Another bump, Jake rolled his eyes as to what had somehow become customary. The truck would hit a bump the students to stupid to still not be holding on faced the consequences and then in some uproar everyone then complained about the bump. Oh please, let this end soon. Surprisingly, not making a racket seemed to be the way to best draw attention to oneself on this journey, though Jake just sat there with his hood up on his top ignoring those that would soon be his classmates and peers. Had he decided to join in the outcome would likely be it'd be the one time everyone else remained quiet, or everyone would realise it was the first time on this journey he had spoke. Either way it seemed like that would be a lose-lose situation for him, so he may as well settle for what he has now: a headache and what seemed to be now a less than amused neighbour.

Eventually the truck stopped with a mechanical squeal, Jake gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes as the high pitched noise caused an unintended shiver, such a horrible noise. The students began to file out of the vehicle one after the other, Jake would soon follow suit forcibly by the need to let the person that had been sat at the window out if nothing more. As he exited the vehicle he gathered his luggage but remained firmly rooted where he stood as he watched all the other students heading toward the school before joining setting off toward the school as the last student of his group. "Well... this is something alright." Jake commented to himself as he checks out the outside surroundings. Truth was he'd never seen a building so big, his family wasn't exactly well off in any sense of the words. He slowly trotted at his own pace toward the building.

Once inside he saw the last student before him signing something before being handed some papers and being sent on his way. Guess that's the first step... Jake in turn walked over to the desk looking at the sheet the student before him had written on, oh great, a roster. Jake grabbed the pen as he stared at the sheet for a moment as though he'd forgotten his own name. He looked over his shoulder to check for other students. Seeing none he quickly squalled down 'Jake Lucshen' on the roster. "Lucshen huh? Sorry about that kid." The person behind the desk said before handing Jake the map, rules and schedule, Jake simply shook his head in response. "Please head to the common area." Jake quickly glanced at the map before folding it and stuffing it into his jean pocket before heading off to the common area as his eyes scanned over the rules and schedule.

"Welcome Students, huh? Well I guess we'll see about that." Jake whispered to himself as he saw the welcome banner above the common area entrance. There seemed to be a number of students already here and most seemed like they probably knew each other at least by name. Introductions was not really a good social activity for Jake, best a matter to be avoided if possible... Jake glanced around, until he saw the table of food. With a small smile he walked over, he wasn't going to turn down a free meal as he grabbed a plate looking at the offerings. Jake spent some time, humming to himself as he carefully places items on the plate almost artfully piling as much on as he thought he could stomach. Turning around with his mountain of food in hand he looked around for an available seat before strolling over to an available one not too close to any of the other students. He takes a seat rubbing his hands together before digging in.

The Marchand School of Sorcery

GAME OVER