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The Hourglass Order

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The Hourglass Order

Carmillia Carbonneau

Takes place in the late hours of Ipte, before both Leon and Jomurr awoke.

Life as a street urchin meant Carmillia had acquired the skill of being a light sleeper. It had been a necessity in order to avoid being robbed or taking advantage of while she slept. Despite this, she appeared fast asleep when Flavius Cuellar snuck into her room during the late hours of Ipte.

The creaking of the window as he unlatched it. The knocking of his footsteps. Even the faint rattle of his belt buckle—all sound was rendered mute by his magic. Flavius casually waltzed over to the bed Carmillia lay in. The young man stood ominously over Carmillia’s sleeping body, his eyes twinkling with desire.

“Flavius,” said Carmillia, her eyes still closed. “There’s no point in silencing your movement if you don’t conceal your presence. You’re brimming with lust.”

“I was merely testing if you’ve gone soft,” he responded. It was the truth, Carmillia would not have been able to detect him if he truly wished to remain hidden. “Things have been quiet as of late. It wouldn’t do if our dear rose has lost her thorns.”

Things had indeed been quiet, business was smooth if not slow and it had been awhile since she’d used the services of The Crimson Hand. Ignoring his wordplay, Carmillia gracefully arose to face the young man in red. For a supposedly stealthy scout, Flavius dressed flamboyantly. It was intentional on his part, a subtle brag that he need not dress inconspicuously in order to remain hidden.

“Pray tell, please enlighten me as to why you’re bothering me at such an hour?” she asked, crossing her legs as she sat in bed. She had already liaised with Bernhard the night before—she had updated him about the day’s events and he had given her more in-depth profiles of her fellow apprentices.

“Ol’ Berny sent me. He felt like this couldn’t wait.”

Carmillia raised an eyebrow at that.

Flavius then proceeded to update her on the events that occurred. Flavius had been on watch duty, keeping an eye over the townhome while Carmillia slept. He noticed Illanaq Sigmundottir sneaking out during the night. She had been behaving oddly hence his decision to follow her—it was most definitely not because watch duty was boring and he wanted to stretch his legs. He followed her up to the docks where he had been forced to keep a distance when she headed towards cliffs facing the Ensollian Sea. Even for him, there was a possibility of being detected if he was following her out in the open. Flavius, stealthy as he may be, was no illusionist. Illanaq who had entered the mists never reappeared. Flavius had then taken a risk went after her but she was nowhere to be found. After updating Bernhard, he was then told to notify Carmillia immediately.

“Honestly, I don’t know what’s the rush for,” he said. “Berny could’ve told you himself tomorrow.”

“Bernhard wouldn’t have made you notify me if it wasn’t important,” she responded. “You say she simply vanished?”

“She did. Gone without a trace,” he said. “It might have something to do with those other folks sneaking around.”

“Excuse me?”

Flavius explained that he had not been the only one sneaking around in the city. He was unsure of the exact number, but there had been several others moving about. Mages adept at stealth. “They were skilled,” he said.

Carmillia tossed her bed lamp at him in annoyance. “Open up with that next time, would you?”

Flavius caught it with ease and shrugged nonchalantly. “I wasn’t sure if it was of relevance,” he responded.

Carmillia digested the information. For an arrogant man like Flavius to acknowledge them, it meant that they were professionals. Why did Bernhard want me to know immediately? she pondered as she tried to connect the dots.

Illanaq was the least significant member among the apprentices under Fades-in-Moonlight. Unlike the others, there was nothing of note about her. She was from a lowly merchant family and while she was adept at magic, it was nothing compared to others like Jomurr. Carmillia cared little for her and Bernhard was aware of this fact. There was more to this. Why was she targeted? Illanaq was a nobody, her background made her an unlikely target for something political in nature. The only unique thing about her was that the growth of her RAS had been irregularly large for a redblood. Irregular growth…?

Aberrations could be harnessed to amplify one’s magic potential. It was something that Carmillia had researched herself in the past but she lost interest in the matter after discovering the side effects. It was possible that Illanaq had been harnessing aberrations—it would explain her magical proficiency.

Everything clicked. The mysterious events that conspired during the ceremony. An group of unknowns prowling about the city. Illanaq’s sudden disappearance. It was likely they were all related to the Traveller. Bernhard probably connected the dots and knew Carmillia would too.

“Miss Carbonneau?”

“That will be all, Flavius. You may go,” she said. “And put that back where you found it.”

Flavius grimaced as he placed back the dress he was holding. Carmillia had laid it out earlier, it was the outfit she had chosen for the next day's activities. Whatever Flavius had been intending to do with it, she had no intentions of finding out.

He gave her a small bow and with that, he was gone.

Bernhard Holler

Bernhard is one of the five members of The Crimson Hand that Carmillia chose to infiltrate Ersand’Enise. Despite being the only one among them who is unable to use The Gift, he’s the de facto leader of the quintet. He’s resourceful, level-headed and has unquestionable loyalty towards Carmillia. Bernhard has proven himself time and time again, showing that while The Gift is a significant boon, it isn’t necessary.

Flavius Cueller

Flavius is one of the five members of The Crimson Hand that Carmillia chose to infiltrate Ersand’Enise. He was originally a wagewand (magus equivalent of a sellsword) but was personally recruited into the gang of thieves by Carmillia after proving his worth. Though Flavius has no official training, he has a respectable RAS of 6.1 and years of experience in using kinetic magic. He specializes in reconnaissance, using his magic to move about quickly and stealthily. While Flavius is arrogant and flamboyant, he is charming in a cheeky sort of way.

Summary

Carmillia has obtained more specific information regarding her fellow apprentices. Flavius is introduced as the second member of The Crimson Hand she's brought over. She finds out ahead of the rest that Illanaq has gone missing and believes it's connected to the Traveller.

The Hourglass Order

Carmillia Carbonneau

Interacting with @Force and Fury, @Izurich and @Jumbus.

Ardredelle Latvar was sweating.

Carmillia found it odd but dismissed it. Karan Harachorra had just finished his speech and Zenith Upta had taken the stage. She had just announced the start of the apprentice selections. This event would dictate much of a student's future life at Ersand'Enise and it didn't take a genius to understand that. Even the two seated on either sides of her were had stopped their yapping, albeit for different reasons from her. They were paying attention to see if they were fortunate enough to be grouped together with any handsome young men.

She had already tasked her underlings from The Crimson Hand to identify prospects amongst the student body but it paid to be prudent. The selections allowed her to observe the students first-hand. She could observe how they carried themselves as well as which Zeno favored them. She needed to understand which pieces were worth procuring. Diplomacy was not unlike a game of chess; the first few moves often dictated the course of the game. The Doge of Revidia was a prime example of this. His time at Ersand'Enise no doubt laid the foundation that led to his rise to power.

Carmillia made mental notes of the students as time passed and names were called. She could make out whispers of conversations as some grew restless. With five hundred new students, it was a given that selecting apprentices one at a time would have been a lengthy procedure but nobles had to maintain their appearances.

With the current round of apprentices chosen being of lower castes, Carmillia allowed her attention to drift back to the Arch-Zenos. The seven mages who stood at the apex of magic. Despite the amount of time that had passed, they still maintained their grandeur and were imposing figures. Even Arch-Zeno Latvar was no longer disheveled.

Even Arch-Zeno Latvar was no longer disheveled.

Carmillia paused at the thought.

At the start of the selections, Arch-Zeno Latvar was clearly perspiring and ill at ease. The memory perturbed her. Why had she dismissed at the time? The Arch-Zenos who had started the procession off with a flamboyant display of magic. The Arch-Zenos who understood the importance of their image. And yet one had looked disheveled upon the stage that all the students had their eyes on? Carmillia was focused on the fact that she didn't seem to care at the time. No one seemed to care. Carmillia had been on alert since the ceremony began, paying close attention to prominent figures such as the five keeper of thrones and the Arch-Zenos. Arch-Zeno Latvar had looked proper at the time. And yet she couldn't recall when the transition from prim and proper to disheveled had occurred.

The gap in her memories. Her uncharacteristic behavior.

Memory and behavioral manipulation.

Carmillia's mind went into a flurry of thoughts.

Who? Why? When? If something had occurred during the ceremony and her memory had been tampered with, it was unlikely she was the sole target of the perpetrator. Given that no one seemed to notice anything amiss, this had been a wide scale spell. Who was the perpetrator? Arch-Zeno Latvar herself? She was one of, if not the most powerful chemical mage in the world. She would have been capable of such a feat. It would explain her fatigue. But that begets the question of why? What had happened? The Five Thrones were present. A thwarted assassination attempt? Though there was a gap in memory, it was small. A matter of seconds, a minute at most. Something had occurred in the midst of the ceremony and someone wanted to avoid any questions. What could-

"Are you alright?"

The questioned snapped Carmillia back to the present. She turned to look at Maddeleine.

"You seemed a little bit out of it," she said, hesitantly.

Without missing a beat, Carmillia composed herself and responded. "I'm just disappointed Yvette was picked ahead of us. I had hoped we would've all been placed in the same group."

"Oh, you! It's not like we won't be able to talk anymore just because we're in different groups."

Carmillia simply smiled back. With Maddeleine satisfied with her response, Carmillia turned her attention back to the selection. Trying to figure out what had conspired was akin to attempting to solve a puzzle with missing pieces, it would have to wait. She needed Bernhard and the rest to do more digging.

Fades-in-Moonlight or more commonly known by the moniker, Luna, was to be Carmillia's mentor. Prior to her arrival to school, Carmillia had gone through the profiles of the faculty. Zeno Fades-in-Moonlight was one of those that stood out. A mentor known for their unorthodox ways. She had one of the highest RAS amongst the Zenos despite being of the commoner caste. She was also a Greyborn.

The other apprentices selected along with Carmillia were Leon Solaire, Jomurr Ikon III and Ilannaq Sigmundottir. She had heard of tales of Leon from before and Jomurr was the son of a duke. Both would serve of use. As for Illanaq...

"A... ah... uhm..." stammered the girl. She was clearly flustered by Leon for reasons Carmillia couldn't fathom.

Ilannaq was a merchant. She had noticed her during the procession. Illanaq stood out due to her silvery white hair, not unlike Carmillia's own. She had also displayed her aptitude with arcane magic, conjuring out a pair of flaming wolves as a performance.

Her demeanor though... thought Carmillia. It was too soon to write Illanaq off but she was not a priority for Carmillia.

In order to spare herself and the rest from any more of the Illanaq's fluster, Carmillia proceeded with her introduction.

"It's a pleasure to have been selected by you, Zeno Fades-in-Moonlight, or would you prefer Zeno Luna? I'm embarrassed to say this will be my first time meeting someone from Nashibansek so pardon me if I display any ignorance for your customs," said Carmillia. She turned to her fellow apprentices. "Likewise, I am looking forward to studying along aside the rest of you, Leon Solaire, Jomurr Ikon III and Illanaq Sigmundottir."

Carmillia ended it with a small curtsy; just enough to show respect but without any indications of submission.

Summary/Information/Edit log

Summary: Carmillia notices the discrepancy in her memory and her lack of interest in it. Carmillia gives an introduction to her new mentor and fellow apprentices.

Information:

❖ Maddeleine Marchand and Yvette Chamonix are the names of the two girls Carmillia has been talking to, their names a courtesy of @Force and Fury.
❖ Carmillia did notice Penny who briefly talked to her and the rest earlier but I had no idea how to fit in this post, it'll be mentioned in future interactions.

Edit log:

❖ Fixed some grammatical errors.
❖ Changed some word choices.

The Hourglass Order

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The Hourglass Order

Carmillia Carbonneau

Such irrationality, bemused Carmillia as she rode through the Arch of Benedict the Blessed. It had finally come time for the merchant caste to join the procession. As soon as her dedicated crier yelled her name, his voice was drowned out by the blare of trumpets and the cheering crowd. He hadn't even started on her titles. Carmillia found it amusing how well received the new students of Ersand'Enise were by the citizens of the free city. It was unlikely that any of them even knew much of who she was and they cheered all the same. It could be said that Ersand'Enise's very being perpetuated the existence of the caste system. Nobles reigned due to their magical supremacy and while magic wasn't unique to nobles, it was a fact they monopolized it and the majority of the student body were of nobility or those who served them. It felt completely irrational to her that the commoners were cheering for the them, cheering for their future masters. They've been tamed. She sneered inwardly. Carmillia bore no sympathy for these ignorant bottom feeders.

Multicolored rays burst from up ahead, interrupting her train of thought. They came from further down Parade Street, at the forefront of the nobles. The lights contorted and shifted into a multitude of shapes; the flamboyant act garnering loud cheers from the masses. Even before her enrollment, she had heard of him. Her network of spies had obtained slivers of information that indicated he was no mere charlatan. Sunblessed.

Leon Solaire would be a powerful asset if she could obtain him.

"Pentads! Could he even possibly be any dreamier?" asked a girl to her left.

"I wouldn't mind if the Chosen of the Sun chose me to share his bed," said another, this time from her right.

Carmillia had forgotten about them. The two giggling girls continued their swooning. Carmillia held the urge to roll her eyes. "He... is quite a charmer," she added, intentionally adding a hint of hesitancy in her voice. "But I'm not much for the heartbreaker types." It was imperative for Carmillia to maintain a distinguished image and she had no intentions of even entertaining the possibility to be labelled as desperate riffraff.

They giggled in response and the conversation between the three spiraled towards the topic of potential romantic affairs that could occur in Ersand'Enise. Given that there hadn't been much to do before the parade, Carmillia had chosen to mingle amongst the waiting merchants. She had chosen to associate with these two in particular, not due to them being potential profitable prospects but because they were a talkative airheaded duo. They would come in useful in spreading a positive image of herself as well as serve as an informational source of gossip. Carmillia stealthily sent forth a tiny tendril of chemical energy towards them, just enough required to stimulate their hypothalami into producing oxytocin. A useful spell for artificially strengthening friendships. Even surrounded by supposedly talented magi, not one person in her vicinity was aware of her actions.

With her spell now in effect and the conversational topic being remarkably inane, Carmillia let her mouth go on autopilot. She had years of experiencing dealing with such rabble and could entertain them without conscious effort, carrying the conversation as the three of them waved to the cheering citizens. Instead, her focus was on the crowd, her eyes scanning through the throng of bodies.

It didn't take long before she spotted him. Bernhard Holler, one of the several members of The Crimson Hand she had called along. She had them sneak into the free city weeks prior as reconnaissance. Carmillia had multiple avenues of interest in Ersand'Enise and Bernhard and the rest were adept tools at serving her purposes. He nodded at her, indicating they had accomplished their task before he faded back into the crowd. Bernhard would seek her out later, once everything had settled down.

As she stared at his vanishing back, Carmillia could feel a tingle of electricity creeping up her own spine. It was not a spell of the magnetic school being employed on her, no. It was sheer excitement. Her textiles business had been slowing as of late and she had attained all that she could already could in Perrence, given her standing. The past few months had been nothing but dull. But Ersand'Enise would change all that. New and powerful allies for her to groom, status to seize and The Traveler. Numerous reputable sources had claimed the same thing; The Traveler will cross paths with Ersand'Enise.

So much to do and so many things ripe for the plucking.

Summary/Edit log

Summary: A sneak peak into the thoughts of Carmillia as well as her laying the foundations for her integration into Ersand'Enise.
Edit log:

❖ Made it more apparent that Leon Solaire's Sunblessed mana type isn't common knowledge.
❖ Fixed some grammatical errors.
❖ Adjusted some word choices.

The Hourglass Order

Carmillia Carbonneau

Carmilia Carbonneau

"It matters not what someone is born as, but what they grow to become."

17 | Female | Perrench | Merchant | 4.8

P E R S O N A L I T I E S

❖ Eloquent ❖ Persuasive
❖ Dignified ❖ Imposing
❖ Charming ❖ Beguiling
❖ Intelligent ❖ Cunning
❖ Generous ❖ Predatory

One wouldn't find it surprising if Carmillia was a princess, given the way she carries herself. Carmillia appears to be a model noble: elegant, soft-spoken, and well-mannered. It is clear she is conscientious of her outward appearance yet others can't help but fall for her charming nature. People are often surprised when they realize she isn't even a noble, much less a princess, and actually of the merchant caste. However, this tends to aid her charm instead. Instead of coming off as pretentious, Carmillia instead exudes dignity. Despite being of the merchant caste, who tend to be a tad bit unscrupulous, she's all but that. As if this wasn't enough, Carmillia tops it all off with her intellect, not only academically but wise in the ways of the world as well.

In reality, the real Carmillia is far from her outward appearance. It wouldn't entirely be accurate to call her outer personality entirely fake as it would be closer to consider it a rose tinted lens placed upon her real personality. Instead of being eloquent and charming, Carmillia is instead... persuasive and beguiling. Those that have caught a glimpse of her with her facade down have all immediately realize how terrifying it can be to cross her. Instead of for good, Carmillia prefers to use her intellect to scheme and plan to her own benefit. The only trait she has that is entirely false would be her seemingly generous nature. Carmillia doesn't believe in helping others unless it's ultimately for her own gain; for people who can't climb out of the holes they've dug themselves, don't deserve a helping hand.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Visual References

On the job

Carmillia stands at 166 cm which puts her at a slightly above average height compared to your typical Perrench female. She has your stereotypical Perrench features; a thin nose, almond-shaped eyes and thin lips. She has a pale but blemish free complexion. Her most unique features would be her light and silvery—almost white—hair and her her crimson eyes. However Carmillia is neither a natural albino nor a bloodchild. In fact, Carmillia was born with auburn hair and chestnut colored eyes, inherited from her parents. In order to give herself a more regal appearance, Carmillia has used her finely tuned chemical magic to regularly induce the destruction of the melanin pigments in her hair and eyes. Normally such an act would come with its fair share of dangers, particularly ocular damage—but Carmillia's unnatural control has allowed to do so without any negative side effects.

As for her clothes, surface Carmillia tends to don garments that fit into noble fashion, preferring to look prim and proper. She typically wears dresses and errs on the modest side. She particularly likes the color red and it reflects in her fashion.

When she doesn't have to maintain appearances, Carmillia prefers functional clothing, often wearing form fitting tights accompanied by a coat. She's found the latter to be useful in a multitude of ways; fading into a crowd, concealing weapons and best of all, keeping blood off herself.

L A N G U A G E S

Carmillia is fluent over multiple languages, a necessity for any merchant who has intentions of rising through the social ladder. She's best in Avincian and Perrench. She was able to pick Torragonese easily enough with it's Avincian similarities.

With the Empire of Belzagg being a trading powerhouse, Carmillia has learned several of the more common dialects. In terms of Rettanese, Carmillia can only speak a single dialect but she's found it to be more than sufficient to communicate with traders. As for Eskandish, she has limited working proficiency with it but as of yet has no intention to further practice the dying language. She has a similar fluency with Inipori but unlike Eskandish, she intends to improve her proficiency.

As much as she would like to improve her Yasoi which could be considered at an elementary level, the scarcity of Yasoi language tutors and the various dialects make it difficult.

On a scale of 1-5 (1 being able to ask simple questions and 5 as it being akin to your native language):
Avincian: 5
Perrench: 5
Torragonese: 4
Rettanese: 3
Inipori: 2
Eskandish: 2
Yasoi: 1

T H E G I F T

Carmillia is redblood with a RAS score of 4.8 and no secondary mana type. She also suffers from a below average drawing range even when compared to other practitioners of similar scores. The one upside is that she possesses a prodigious amount of control.

Under normal circumstances, even within the chemical school of magic—the most energy efficient school—a magic practitioner with such a low RAS score is unable to accomplish much. However, that is when you're accessing one's capabilities using conventional means. Take one of the rudimentary spells of the chemical school; Blessing of Joy. A conventionally skilled magus would employ it to send their target into a stupor of happiness even against their will. Carmillia is unable to execute the spell to such a degree. Nonetheless, execute it she can. Taking advantage of her superior control as well as innately low RAS score, Carmillia is able stimulate the production of hormones such as dopamine or endorphins but at much more diminished level, allow her to gently push or pull on an individual's emotions. A fitting analogy would be that of picturing a standard magus as a ten-meter tall giant. Now trying picturing that giant trying to pick up a small cat without harming it. Whereas Carmillia can do so with no difficulty whatsoever.

Though such a feat might initially sound meagre, a tool's worth lies in how you use it. By carefully drawing the most miniscule amounts of energy and manipulating it at a high degree of efficiency, Carmillia is able to influence the emotions of others without their knowing. She is able to avoid detection from all but the most skilled of mages and even then only if they were paying close attention.

Such a basic spell. Such a small effect. And yet when combined with either her charm or guile, the merchant Carmillia becomes a silver-tounged devil that always gets her way. She uses it to form connections with established and more powerful noble families. She forces other merchants to willingly give her favorable terms. She even uses it casually just to make people like her more. Her employees are completely loyal and constantly motivated to be of use to her. None of her victims any the wiser.

What are emotions if not simply the ever changing balance of one's own hormones? Happiness, sadness, fear, disgust, anger and a plethora of other more specific emotions such as motivation or shame. Carmillia is able to play with your emotions without you ever even knowing. The worst best part? Without knowing the possibility of foul play, consistent interaction causes one to admire, respect or fear her even more as everything is attributed to her natural charisma.

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Though hormone manipulation is her specialty and honed over years of use, Carmillia is capable of other spells. Despite her shortcomings, her prodigious control means Carmillia is able to pick up magic extraordinarily fast. The downside is that their effects are often negligible. Take for instance the arcane spell Lich's Touch; Carmillia is unable to siphon any significant amount of heat from the target, causing them to feel chilly at most instead of weakening them, let alone killing them.

B A C K G R O U N D & O R I G I N

Origin

To explain the story of Carmillia Carbonneau, we must first start with her father, Tristan Carbonneau. To put simply, Tristan was a garbage of a human being. He took no traits after his own father, Matteo Carbonneau, who was an upstanding man with both the intellect and diligence required to rise from being a small merchant to overseeing a large trade guild.

Tristan was vile. He was violent, conceited and a self-indulgent fool. His parents had been aware of that and were contemplating whether or not to renounce his right to the inheritance. So he had them removed. Despite being neither academically talented nor possessing any experience in the business, his arrogance led him to believe he would rise higher than his father ever could. Using his new found wealth, Tristan courted Carmillia's mother, then known as Juventia Baudelaire, a young, widowed viscountess. Their interests aligned; she was a beautiful woman who would not only serve as a trophy wife but gain him both status and a magic capable heir and he was a rich fool who would allow her to spend to her heart's desire.

Carmillia's eventual birth had not been to Tristan's liking. He had wanted a son. To make matters worse, Juventia was without child despite their attempts over the next few years. Tristan relented to having a heiress instead of a heir but to his dismay, Carmillia demonstrated a low RAS score when she was first tested. It should have not been surprising, given that his own RAS score was a meager 2.9. Even with Juventia possessing an above average RAS score of 7.3, it was unlikely any of their offspring would reach such levels. But Tristan was angry nonetheless. Carmillia was his only child, she had to become a mage. He wanted status and a child who couldn't perform magic was an embarrassment for a merchant aspiring to ascend to noble status. Even from a young age, he forced her to under go rigorous training under several tutors.

Despite her best efforts, Carmillia was unable to meet his standards. Her RAS score had barely improved and her limited drawing range remained the same. Her tutors had told Tristan she simply didn't have the aptitude but he dismissed their concerns. Carmillia was made to learn the basics from all the schools in hopes she might excel in one. Though she picked up the basics quickly, she did not excel. No matter how much effort she put in, she simply didn't—couldn't—achieve a satisfying level of magical proficiency.

The failing business added to his frustrations. Tristan was squandering his wealth away by constantly getting involved with bad trades and Juventia was constantly asking for lavish gifts. He turned violent. He would hit Carmillia with his belt, making sure to avoid her face to maintain public appearances. Juventia who was aware of it, did nothing. Her concern was on enjoying her own life. Time and time again, he would beat her while shouting "Work smarter, not harder!" as if she could somehow cast powerful magic if she just changed her approach.

It was during one of these beatings that Carmillia discovered her unique abilities. In hopes that he would stop hitting her, she had cast Blessing of Joy out of reflex on Tristan. Tristan, unawares of what she did, stopped the beating soon after, satisfied at his work. Carmillia began testing the waters, realizing she could use it on her magical tutors as well in order to have an easier time during lessons. Even they could not detect she was casting magic on them. She even used it on her mother who would then occasionally acknowledge her presence instead of ignoring her as usual. In her mind, she thought, This was what father must have meant.

Time passed and Carmillia became used to the beatings. Her tolerance for pain had increased, the beatings weren't as severe and it felt like her parents were showing her more love, even if it was a result of her magic. In her mind, life was getting better.

That quickly came to an end when Tristan was ousted from the trading guild. He was an incompetent head and they were no longer going to tolerate him. This was bad news for Juventia as well because it meant they no longer had any income and any money Tristan had from his inheritance was long gone. This time, Juventia joined in on the beating. It was the worst beating of Carmillia's life. Tristan didn't hold back this time, using his fists and no longer avoiding her face. Juventia didn't physically harm her but instead used her magic during Tristan's beating on Carmillia's nervous system, amplifying the pain. Throughout the beating, they hurled insults at her, blaming everything on Carmillia. That somehow, if she was more capable, that none of these things would have happened to them.

How much could a thirteen year old girl take? Carmillia broke that day. As she lay battered and bruised on the floor, she remembered her father's mantra. "Work smarter, not harder." What did Carmillia truly want? She wanted to be happy. She thought that in order to be happy, she needed to earn approval from her parents along with their love. But they didn't love her, it merely her own deluded misunderstanding. Earning their approval wouldn't make her happy. "Work smarter, not harder." She wouldn't be happy as long as they were in her life and she was stuck with them for the foreseeable future. "Work smarter, not harder." She needed them gone.

Tristan Carbonneau and Juventia Carbonneau would never have considered the possibility that their timid and weak daughter would ever dare harm them. They realized their mistake that night as they lay in their bed, struggling to keep the blood from flowing out their slit throats.

When she was orphaned at thirteen, young Carmillia had nothing other than her Gift. Though there was some semblance of her wit and charm that the current day Carmillia possessed, at the time she was nowhere close to being the silver-tounged charmer she would come to be. In order to survive on the streets of Perrence, she joined a thieving crew of young kids managed by a local gang; The Crimson Hand. Though she was initially inept at pickpocketing, she came to realize she could cause her victims to be more easily distracted through manipulating their estrogen levels, causing them to be more easily distracted. It did not take long her to become the most 'skilled' in the crew and for her to catch the eye of her handler.

She was introduced to the main gang within the year. The Crimson Hand specialized in organized theft though they dabbled in other lucrative affairs such ranging from commissioned 'intimidation' to opium. There was much skepticism when she was recommended for a more prominent role by her handler but Carmillia quickly proved her worth. She was a quick study and was aided by the fact she easily weaved through the inner politics through use of her Gift. She was no stranger to violence, having murdered her own parents. As a result, her seniors were more than happy to guide and teach her. By the time she was fifteen, Carmillia belonged in the upper echelons of the gang and had amassed a small fortune as a result of being offered generous shares whenever they accomplished a job. Now with much more wit and street smarts, Carmillia felt it was time for her to leave the nest. She was no longer satisfied hiding in the underworld.

Remembering the stories the servants used to tell about her grandfather, Carmillia wanted to recreate his achievements. She wanted to back to the life of a merchant.

Textiles was the industry she chose to dabble in, simply because she liked the idea of fashion. A fifteen year old girl wanting to purchase her own shop and sell textiles was an odd sight but she was happily and willingly aided by established merchants who had felt compelled to help her out. Similarly to how she climbed up the hierarchy in The Crimson Hand, she quickly rose up. She educated herself in the art of business through enlisting tutors and guidance of other merchants. She studied various languages in order to expand her operations to deal with foreign merchants. Carmillia was like a tiny storm that dazzled those around her. As her influence grew, she started encountering more roadblocks. Merchants who would interfere with her trades, merchants she couldn't directly influence as they never met. People who were jealous of her success employed underhanded tactics such as spreading rumors or vandalizing her ever expanding shops.

She dealt with it in the most pragmatic way she knew of; she went back to The Crimson Hand. The difference this time, was that she was a patron. She was met with open arms. Her old comrades were happy to see her again and she had lucrative jobs to offer them. Learning from her enemies, Carmillia fought fire with fire. She even joined in with the gang on occasion, taking joy in their expressions when they realized who was attacking their businesses. She was careful, making sure to discredit them so no one would believe their claims against Carmillia.

At seventeen, Carmillia was the proud owner of nine shops spread around Perrence. However, the growth of her small empire was slowing. Negotiations were harder and deals were becoming less favorable. There was only so much her gift could do; it had to work in conjunction with her own charismatic influence. She lacked the status that came with being a powerful magus. Though she was confident there was still room for her business to grow, the rate of progress was frustrating.

This was when her interest in Ersand'Enise began. There was a certain amount of prestige that came with being an alumni of Ersand'Enise. It would also be easier to form connections with young prominent nobles. To top it all off, rumors of the Traveler were spreading. She could sense opportunity approaching. The world was changing and Ersand'Enise was the center of the magical world.

Though it was unlikely someone with an RAS score of 4.8 would be accepted into the academy, Carmillia simply had to pull a few strings. She dropped a decently sized donation. She charmed the RAS testers to look the other way as she leaked energy during the test, allowing her to score a 5.0. Lastly, she made sure to impress the interviewers with her achievements. She was in.

M O T I V A T I O N

Contrary to eventful past, unique Gift and extensive personality, Carmillia's motivation is simple. Abstract even. She believes in order to achieve happiness, she needs to possess money and power which is why she constantly moves forward with those goals in mind.

I N V E N T O R Y

The only item Carmillia is currently attached to and brings with when she travels is the knife she used to slit the throats of her parents. Though the knife itself appears mundane, it is of good quality and was once part of her father's collection. It holds sentimental value for her.

S T R E N G T H S & W E A K N E S S E S

❖ Specialized Thaumaturgy

Carmillia's unique magical constitution allows her to apply internal chemical magic in unconventional ways. Her ability to manipulate emotions without her target's knowing is a versatile tool that has opened up countless doors for her.

This exact magical constitution is also the reason she's fundamentally a failure of a magus. Though her emotion manipulation magic is powerful, her potential for other magics are abyssmal. Carmillia is vulnerable in the sense that she's unable to employ other spells to an effective degree. Her combat ability in magic battles is effectively zero.

❖ "Work smarter, not harder."

The mantra her father has ingrained into her has resulted in her being extremely pragmatic. In all aspects of life, Carmillia deals with things in the most efficient manner. This has allowed her to essentially rise up from nothing into a relatively prominent merchant with both wealth and power, a significant feat given her age.

Carmillia doesn't put in effort needlessly but what deserves effort or not can be subjective. Carmillia's accomplishments are astounding given the time frame in which she has achieved them but there are always opportunity costs. In order to achieve her current status, Carmillia has forsaken a lot of experiences that would have contributed to her emotional growth.

❖ Greed

Greed; an intense and selfish desire to obtain more. To say Carmillia is greedy would be an understatement. Her desire to possess money, power and even people has served an integral role in her achieving her current lifestyle. Carmillia's greed serves as the fuel that pushes her ever forward.

As powerful as greed is as a motivator, it is also a curse. Carmillia is never satisfied with what she has and constantly craves more. She is constantly taking dangerous paths in order to satiate it, paths that would not only harm her but those she might eventually come to care for as well.

❖ Psychopathic Tendencies

Carmillia isn't technically a psychopath. She has emotions. She has the capacity for love. But she also lacks a lot of moral inhibitions a regular person might have due to her childhood. This has ironically served her well. Carmillia feels no remorse from violating ethics or being underhanded. There has yet to be a time where doubt arises in her when she does something for her own benefit, even at the detriment of others.

Carmillia doesn't realize her psychopathic tendencies is the reason she hasn't achieved happiness even after escaping her parents. It is the source of her sadness and why she can't quell her loneliness or desire to be loved. She doesn't realize how self destructive her behavior is.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

❖ Color Code: 881515

The Hourglass Order

I uhhh, tried my best. I hope she passes? I also shortened her backstory, splitting her origin and more recent background. Reading the origin isn't necessary but since I wrote it anyway I left it there.

Carmillia Carbonneau

Carmilia Carbonneau

"It matters not what someone is born as, but what they grow to become."

17 | Female | Perrench | Merchant | 4.8

P E R S O N A L I T I E S

❖ Eloquent ❖ Persuasive
❖ Dignified ❖ Imposing
❖ Charming ❖ Beguiling
❖ Intelligent ❖ Cunning
❖ Generous ❖ Predatory

One wouldn't find it surprising if Carmillia was a princess, given the way she carries herself. Carmillia appears to be a model noble: elegant, soft-spoken, and well-mannered. It is clear she is conscientious of her outward appearance yet others can't help but fall for her charming nature. People are often surprised when they realize she isn't even a noble, much less a princess, and actually of the merchant caste. However, this tends to aid her charm instead. Instead of coming off as pretentious, Carmillia instead exudes dignity. Despite being of the merchant caste, who tend to be a tad bit unscrupulous, she's all but that. As if this wasn't enough, Carmillia tops it all off with her intellect, not only academically but wise in the ways of the world as well.

In reality, the real Carmillia is far from her outward appearance. It wouldn't entirely be accurate to call her outer personality entirely fake as it would be closer to consider it a rose tinted lens placed upon her real personality. Instead of being eloquent and charming, Carmillia is instead... persuasive and beguiling. Those that have caught a glimpse of her with her facade down have all immediately realize how terrifying it can be to cross her. Instead of for good, Carmillia prefers to use her intellect to scheme and plan to her own benefit. The only trait she has that is entirely false would be her seemingly generous nature. Carmillia doesn't believe in helping others unless it's ultimately for her own gain; for people who can't climb out of the holes they've dug themselves, don't deserve a helping hand.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Visual References

On the job

Carmillia stands at 166 cm which puts her at a slightly above average height compared to your typical Perrench female. She has your stereotypical Perrench features; a thin nose, almond-shaped eyes and thin lips. She has a pale but blemish free complexion. Her most unique features would be her light and silvery—almost white—hair and her her crimson eyes. However Carmillia is neither a natural albino nor a bloodchild. In fact, Carmillia was born with auburn hair and chestnut colored eyes, inherited from her parents. In order to give herself a more regal appearance, Carmillia has used her finely tuned chemical magic to regularly induce the destruction of the melanin pigments in her hair and eyes. Normally such an act would come with its fair share of dangers, particularly ocular damage—but Carmillia's unnatural control has allowed to do so without any negative side effects.

As for her clothes, surface Carmillia tends to don garments that fit into noble fashion, preferring to look prim and proper. She typically wears dresses and errs on the modest side. She particularly likes the color red and it reflects in her fashion.

When she doesn't have to maintain appearances, Carmillia prefers functional clothing, often wearing form fitting tights accompanied by a coat. She's found the latter to be useful in a multitude of ways; fading into a crowd, concealing weapons and best of all, keeping blood off herself.

L A N G U A G E S

Carmillia is fluent over multiple languages, a necessity for any merchant who has intentions of rising through the social ladder. She's best in Avincian and Perrench. She was able to pick Torragonese easily enough with it's Avincian similarities.

With the Empire of Belzagg being a trading powerhouse, Carmillia has learned several of the more common dialects. In terms of Rettanese, Carmillia can only speak a single dialect but she's found it to be more than sufficient to communicate with traders. As for Eskandish, she has limited working proficiency with it but as of yet has no intention to further practice the dying language. She has a similar fluency with Inipori but unlike Eskandish, she intends to improve her proficiency.

As much as she would like to improve her Yasoi which could be considered at an elementary level, the scarcity of Yasoi language tutors and the various dialects make it difficult.

On a scale of 1-5 (1 being able to ask simple questions and 5 as it being akin to your native language):
Avincian: 5
Perrench: 5
Torragonese: 4
Rettanese: 3
Inipori: 2
Eskandish: 2
Yasoi: 1

T H E G I F T

Carmillia is redblood with a RAS score of 4.8 and no secondary mana type. She also suffers from a below average drawing range even when compared to other practitioners of similar scores. The one upside is that she possesses a prodigious amount of control.

Under normal circumstances, even within the chemical school of magic—the most energy efficient school—a magic practitioner with such a low RAS score is unable to accomplish much. However, that is when you're accessing one's capabilities using conventional means. Take one of the rudimentary spells of the chemical school; Blessing of Joy. A conventionally skilled magus would employ it to send their target into a stupor of happiness even against their will. Carmillia is unable to execute the spell to such a degree. Nonetheless, execute it she can. Taking advantage of her superior control as well as innately low RAS score, Carmillia is able stimulate the production of hormones such as dopamine or endorphins but at much more diminished level, allow her to gently push or pull on an individual's emotions. A fitting analogy would be that of picturing a standard magus as a ten-meter tall giant. Now trying picturing that giant trying to pick up a small cat without harming it. Whereas Carmillia can do so with no difficulty whatsoever.

Though such a feat might initially sound meagre, a tool's worth lies in how you use it. By carefully drawing the most miniscule amounts of energy and manipulating it at a high degree of efficiency, Carmillia is able to influence the emotions of others without their knowing. She is able to avoid detection from all but the most skilled of mages and even then only if they were paying close attention.

Such a basic spell. Such a small effect. And yet when combined with either her charm or guile, the merchant Carmillia becomes a silver-tounged devil that always gets her way. She uses it to form connections with established and more powerful noble families. She forces other merchants to willingly give her favorable terms. She even uses it casually just to make people like her more. Her employees are completely loyal and constantly motivated to be of use to her. None of her victims any the wiser.

What are emotions if not simply the ever changing balance of one's own hormones? Happiness, sadness, fear, disgust, anger and a plethora of other more specific emotions such as motivation or shame. Carmillia is able to play with your emotions without you ever even knowing. The worst best part? Without knowing the possibility of foul play, consistent interaction causes one to admire, respect or fear her even more as everything is attributed to her natural charisma.

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Though hormone manipulation is her specialty and honed over years of use, Carmillia is capable of other spells. Despite her shortcomings, her prodigious control means Carmillia is able to pick up magic extraordinarily fast. The downside is that their effects are often negligible. Take for instance the arcane spell Lich's Touch; Carmillia is unable to siphon any significant amount of heat from the target, causing them to feel chilly at most instead of weakening them, let alone killing them.

B A C K G R O U N D & O R I G I N

Origin

To explain the story of Carmillia Carbonneau, we must first start with her father, Tristan Carbonneau. To put simply, Tristan was a garbage of a human being. He took no traits after his own father, Matteo Carbonneau, who was an upstanding man with both the intellect and diligence required to rise from being a small merchant to overseeing a large trade guild.

Tristan was vile. He was violent, conceited and a self-indulgent fool. His parents had been aware of that and were contemplating whether or not to renounce his right to the inheritance. So he had them removed. Despite being neither academically talented nor possessing any experience in the business, his arrogance led him to believe he would rise higher than his father ever could. Using his new found wealth, Tristan courted Carmillia's mother, then known as Juventia Baudelaire, a young, widowed viscountess. Their interests aligned; she was a beautiful woman who would not only serve as a trophy wife but gain him both status and a magic capable heir and he was a rich fool who would allow her to spend to her heart's desire.

Carmillia's eventual birth had not been to Tristan's liking. He had wanted a son. To make matters worse, Juventia was without child despite their attempts over the next few years. Tristan relented to having a heiress instead of a heir but to his dismay, Carmillia demonstrated a low RAS score when she was first tested. It should have not been surprising, given that his own RAS score was a meager 2.9. Even with Juventia possessing an above average RAS score of 7.3, it was unlikely any of their offspring would reach such levels. But Tristan was angry nonetheless. Carmillia was his only child, she had to become a mage. He wanted status and a child who couldn't perform magic was an embarrassment for a merchant aspiring to ascend to noble status. Even from a young age, he forced her to under go rigorous training under several tutors.

Despite her best efforts, Carmillia was unable to meet his standards. Her RAS score had barely improved and her limited drawing range remained the same. Her tutors had told Tristan she simply didn't have the aptitude but he dismissed their concerns. Carmillia was made to learn the basics from all the schools in hopes she might excel in one. Though she picked up the basics quickly, she did not excel. No matter how much effort she put in, she simply didn't—couldn't—achieve a satisfying level of magical proficiency.

The failing business added to his frustrations. Tristan was squandering his wealth away by constantly getting involved with bad trades and Juventia was constantly asking for lavish gifts. He turned violent. He would hit Carmillia with his belt, making sure to avoid her face to maintain public appearances. Juventia who was aware of it, did nothing. Her concern was on enjoying her own life. Time and time again, he would beat her while shouting "Work smarter, not harder!" as if she could somehow cast powerful magic if she just changed her approach.

It was during one of these beatings that Carmillia discovered her unique abilities. In hopes that he would stop hitting her, she had cast Blessing of Joy out of reflex on Tristan. Tristan, unawares of what she did, stopped the beating soon after, satisfied at his work. Carmillia began testing the waters, realizing she could use it on her magical tutors as well in order to have an easier time during lessons. Even they could not detect she was casting magic on them. She even used it on her mother who would then occasionally acknowledge her presence instead of ignoring her as usual. In her mind, she thought, This was what father must have meant.

Time passed and Carmillia became used to the beatings. Her tolerance for pain had increased, the beatings weren't as severe and it felt like her parents were showing her more love, even if it was a result of her magic. In her mind, life was getting better.

That quickly came to an end when Tristan was ousted from the trading guild. He was an incompetent head and they were no longer going to tolerate him. This was bad news for Juventia as well because it meant they no longer had any income and any money Tristan had from his inheritance was long gone. This time, Juventia joined in on the beating. It was the worst beating of Carmillia's life. Tristan didn't hold back this time, using his fists and no longer avoiding her face. Juventia didn't physically harm her but instead used her magic during Tristan's beating on Carmillia's nervous system, amplifying the pain. Throughout the beating, they hurled insults at her, blaming everything on Carmillia. That somehow, if she was more capable, that none of these things would have happened to them.

How much could a thirteen year old girl take? Carmillia broke that day. As she lay battered and bruised on the floor, she remembered her father's mantra. "Work smarter, not harder." What did Carmillia truly want? She wanted to be happy. She thought that in order to be happy, she needed to earn approval from her parents along with their love. But they didn't love her, it merely her own deluded misunderstanding. Earning their approval wouldn't make her happy. "Work smarter, not harder." She wouldn't be happy as long as they were in her life and she was stuck with them for the foreseeable future. "Work smarter, not harder." She needed them gone.

Tristan Carbonneau and Juventia Carbonneau would never have considered the possibility that their timid and weak daughter would ever dare harm them. They realized their mistake that night as they lay in their bed, struggling to keep the blood from flowing out their slit throats.

When she was orphaned at thirteen, young Carmillia had nothing other than her Gift. Though there was some semblance of her wit and charm that the current day Carmillia possessed, at the time she was nowhere close to being the silver-tounged charmer she would come to be. In order to survive on the streets of Perrence, she joined a thieving crew of young kids managed by a local gang; The Crimson Hand. Though she was initially inept at pickpocketing, she came to realize she could cause her victims to be more easily distracted through manipulating their estrogen levels, causing them to be more easily distracted. It did not take long her to become the most 'skilled' in the crew and for her to catch the eye of her handler.

She was introduced to the main gang within the year. The Crimson Hand specialized in organized theft though they dabbled in other lucrative affairs such ranging from commissioned 'intimidation' to opium. They was much skepticism when she was recommended for a more prominent role by her handler but Carmillia quickly proved her worth. She was a quick study and was aided by the fact she easily weaved through the inner politics through use of her Gift. She was no stranger to violence, having murdered her own parents. As a result, her seniors were more than happy to guide and teach her. By the time she was fifteen, Carmillia belonged in the upper echelons of the gang and had amassed a small fortune as a result of being offered generous shares whenever they accomplished a job. Now with much more wit and street smarts, Carmillia felt it was time for her to leave the nest. She was no longer satisfied hiding in the underworld.

Remembering the stories the servants used to tell about her grandfather, Carmillia wanted to recreate his achievements. She wanted to back to the life of a merchant.

Textiles was the industry she chose to dabble in, simply because she liked the idea of fashion. A fifteen year old girl wanting to purchase her own shop and sell textiles was an odd sight but she was happily and willingly aided by established merchants who had felt compelled to help her out. Similarly to how she climbed up the hierarchy in The Crimson Hand, she quickly rose up. She educated herself in the art of business through enlisting tutors and guidance of other merchants. She studied various languages in order to expand her operations to deal with foreign merchants. Carmillia was like a tiny storm that dazzled those around her. As her influence grew, she started encountering more roadblocks. Merchants who would interfere with her trades, merchants she couldn't directly influence as they never met. People who were jealous of her success employed underhanded tactics such as spreading rumors or vandalizing her ever expanding shops.

She dealt with it in the most pragmatic way she knew of; she went back to The Crimson Hand. The difference this time, was that she was a patron. She was met with open arms. Her old comrades were happy to see her again and she had lucrative jobs to offer them. Learning from her enemies, Carmillia fought fire with fire. She even joined in with the gang on occasion, taking joy in their expressions when they realized who was attacking their businesses. She was careful, making sure to discredit them so no one would believe their claims against Carmillia.

At seventeen, Carmillia was the proud owner of nine shops spread around Perrence. However, the growth of her small empire was slowing. Negotiations were harder and deals were becoming less favorable. There was only so much her gift could do; it had to work in conjunction with her own charismatic influence. She lacked the status that came with being a powerful magus. Though she was confident there was still room for her business to grow, the rate of progress was frustrating.

This was when her interest in Ersand'Enise began. There was a certain amount of prestige that came with being an alumni of Ersand'Enise. It would also be easier to form connections with young prominent nobles. To top it all off, rumors of the Traveler were spreading. The world was changing and Ersand'Enise was the center of the magical world.

Though it was unlikely someone with an RAS score of 4.8 would be accepted into the academy, Carmillia simply had to pull a few strings. She dropped a decently sized donation. She charmed the RAS testers to look the other way as she leaked energy during the test, allowing her to score a 5.0. Lastly, she made sure to impress the interviewers with her achievements. She was in.

M O T I V A T I O N

Contrary to eventful past, unique Gift and extensive personality, Carmillia's motivations are simple. Abstract even. She believes in order to achieve happiness, she needs to possess money and power which is why she constantly moves forward with those goals in mind.

I N V E N T O R Y

The only item Carmillia is currently attached to and brings with when she travels is the knife she used to slit the throats of her parents. Though the knife itself appears mundane, it is of good quality and was once part of her father's collection. It holds sentimental value for her.

S T R E N G T H S & W E A K N E S S E S

❖ Specialized Thaumaturgy

Carmillia's unique magical constitution allows her to apply internal chemical magic in unconventional ways. Her ability to manipulate emotions without her target's knowing is a versatile tool and has opened up countless doors for her.

This exact magical constitution is also the reason she's fundamentally a failure of a magus. Though her emotion manipulation magic is powerful, her potential for other magics are abyssmal. Carmillia is vulnerable in the sense that she's unable to employ other spells to an effective degree. Her combat ability in magic battles is effectively zero.

❖ "Work smarter, not harder."

The mantra her father has ingrained into her has resulted in her being extremely pragmatic. In all aspects of life, Carmillia deals with things in the most efficient manner. This has allowed her to essentially rise up from nothing into a relatively prominent merchant with both wealth and power, a significant feat given her age.

Carmillia doesn't put in effort needlessly but what deserves effort or not can be subjective. Carmillia's accomplishments are astounding given the time frame in which she has achieved them but there are always opportunity costs. In order to achieve her current status, Carmillia has forsaken a lot of experiences that would have contributed to her emotional growth.

❖ Greed

Greed; an intense and selfish desire to obtain more. To say Carmillia is greedy would be an understatement. Her desire to possess money, power and even people has served an integral role in her achieving her current lifestyle. Carmillia's greed serves as the fuel that pushes her ever forward.

As powerful as greed is as a motivator, it is also a curse. Carmillia is never satisfied with what she has and constantly craves more. She is constantly taking dangerous paths in order to satiate it, paths that would not only harm her but those she might eventually come to care for as well.

❖ Psychopathic Tendencies

Carmillia isn't technically a psychopath. She has emotions. She has the capacity for love. But she also lacks a lot of moral inhibitions a regular person might have due to her childhood. This has ironically served her well. Carmillia feels no remorse from violating ethics or being underhanded. There has yet to be a time where doubt arises in her when she does something for her own benefit, even at the detriment of others.

Carmillia doesn't realize her psychopathic tendencies is the reason she hasn't achieved happiness even after escaping her parents. It is the source of her sadness and why she can't quell her loneliness or desire to be loved. She doesn't realize how self destructive her behavior is.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

❖ Color Code: 881515

The Night Shift - Supernatural Horror Gas Station Simulator

Yeah, gonna express interest in this.

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Charles Ainsworth

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Name: Charles Ainsworth
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Weight: 77 kilograms
Hometown: Houston, Texas
Profession: High School Teacher (Maths)

Personality:

+Cocky
+Rational
+Pragmatic
+Sarcastic
+Friendly

Resourceful, subjectively sweet and friendly is one way to describe Charles. Despite the fact that parts of his personality tend to rube people the wrong way, Charles is rather popular amongst his peers and students alike. He is meticulous in his work, a particularly useful trait in the mathematical field. A generally bright fellow who does well both socially and at work, he's became somewhat arrogant though not to narcissistic degree. Charles has good self-awareness of his strengths and flaws.

Biography: While some might consider Charles Ainsworth to be a successful individual who is performing relatively well in his life, nothing particularly sticks out when looking at his childhood or studies or worklife. Being a single child, Charles was doted on by his parents. They made sure to instill proper values into him and giving him a proper upbringing whilst balancing the act without becoming helicopter parents.

He performed well in school, eventually taking up an interest in mathematics. It was not a burning passion, he was simply good at it and there was nothing in particular he was aspiring to be. Charles is surprisingly a simple man, his job is merely a means for money. Taking care of his parents and being a filial son, hoping to find a woman to settle down with, simply enjoying life as days go by with his students.

Likes & Dislikes: Charles loves to eat all things sweet. He's fond of animals and has an appreciation for classical music. Unsurprisingly, he despises bitter foods, 'noisy' music and menial labor.

Strengths: Charles displays a high level of motor control over his body, easily picking up physical skills. Despite his lack of interest, he performs well in most sports. He possesses street smarts and is tactful in handling most situations, something he picked up over the years of dealing with students and school politics.
Weaknesses: Charles has a low level of endurance; a result of his excessive smoking. He is arachnophobic. He doesn't do well with alcohol.

His Capture

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