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A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

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A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

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A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

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A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

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A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

Jonathan stood relaxed against the wall looking over the class. The classroom was average in size… whatever average was considered on this behemoth of a ship. Ascot was young but really talented, something else about the boy that bothered Jonathan. Ascot spoke to the people within the ship as if he were a king. In what seemed like too long, in Jonathan’s opinion, Ascot had informed everyone here about the situation. Talking about things that the people here would probably forget within a few hours. Finally he introduced Jonathan and with a grunt he pushed himself off the wall.

“Greetings students, this is when I take over right?” He asked looking at Ascot and he stared at him. The look said that Ascot may leave… or perhaps that if he wasn’t a student that he should leave. After a few moments he got back to the class.

“I’m sure you’re all great mages, the pick of the crop. But seeing as I don’t know if you even know the basics we will begin by implementing Virtual Reality Training Simulator. Also known as VRTS or Verts as some call it.” Jonathan revealed as he held the VR device.

“Now Verts isn’t like any normal VR, it’s an A.I. I created. Say Hello Verts.” Jonathan Encouraged as he tapped the side of the VR as if it was broken.

“H..hello.” Came a small shy voice of a child.

“Not only does Verts help you learn but helps find how you learn. There are three different types of learners. Auditory learners, those that like to talk and listen. You know those people… the ones you can text and they will call you? Those are most likely auditory learners.” Jonathan Clarified as he walked over to a table and leaned against it.

“Visual learners learn from seeing things, people who like to read and read a lot. These are the kind of people who will probably only text you. They shy from actually wasting time with audio preferences. Although some are balanced between these two and using both seems to make them learn that much faster.” Jonathan informed as he looked over the class and pushed a button on his cuff. A hologram appeared of a tall man.

“You all take a good look at this man.” He continued as he looked at everyone after a few moments he pushed the button making him vanish.

“What was the color of the man’s eyes?” He quizzed the class. More than half of the students raised their hands. “You there.” He pointed to a young looking boy.

“His eyes were yellow.” The boy answered, Jonathan nodded and looked around the class. Most students seemed disappointed they weren’t called on.

“This was just an exercise, you won’t be graded on it. Also don’t worry if your grades drop. I will make sure that you all pass, probably because I’m an asshole and hate everyone equally.” He Joked and laughed a little.

“The third type is Kinesthetic. These are the doers. The people that seem to never stop moving. People that draw while in a regular class can be considered a kinesthetic. Somehow they look at a specific part of the drawing and recall the entire class… I’m a mixture of all three, it is really rare but does happen. I believe that Ascot is one as well, due to his enhanced learning capabilities.” Jonathan divulged as he walked around and pressed another button on the seemingly endless buttons on his cuff.

“This is what my Verts became after my development. I named her Amethyst and yes you get to choose male and female. As well as naming them if you like.” Jonathan revealed as he walked around the class.

“Most don’t have a Verts yet, probably because I was a bit stingy with them. It is like letting strangers take your children and have their way with them. That kind of trust is hard to come by but I will trust each of you here with the Verts. Verts are a manifestation of you progress. Once you get to a specific level with the Verts they will continue to help you gain skill. Also each will learn your preferred way of learning and use that to teach you.” Jonathan clarified as he walked over and pet Amethyst on the head. His eyes actually revealed happiness for a second, but as quickly as it was there it vanished. His mask of “asshole” came back. She moved away from the Dragon portion of the hologram and it vanished. Afterwards she sheathed her sword into a sheath on her side. Her eyes were looking over the students and soon the glow within dimmed revealing beautiful violet eyes.

“Remember each Verts is going to be monitored. So if your training in anything forbidden… is there anything forbidden?” He asked more to himself then to the class. “Anyways, do any of you have questions?”

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A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

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Darkness… all around was darkness. He awoke in darkness but he was use to this darkness. He didn’t fear it, he reveled in darkness. This darkness wasn’t like others, it was the absence of magic and technology. Wherever he went, a dead zone followed him. No magic or technology would work around him, which made him a great assassin. His contracts mostly came from an organization called Void. His missions usually consisted of him killing mages. Something he didn’t really mind, although he didn’t have anything really to buy. He just liked having money. All mages everywhere know of the stories of this assassin. None have seen his face or know his name, but they know of him. He hasn’t been able to find someone to best him in battle and perhaps that is his true mission.

A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

Name: (John) Jonathan Alexander Vanderswift

Age: 44 Looks 21
Full teacher mode
Now Class
Aura?
A gun!
Armored up
His teeth
Guns
More of his guns
and some more guns
Magical hair
Bloodthirsty
At War
His healing ability before being struck by lightning

Appearance: Stands at 6'2" with long hair as Black as the Abyss, His eyes are the color of the setting sky. He keeps his hair up in a Samurai hairstyle. His muscles are toned and there is not a bit of noticeable body fat on him. He wears a Black cloth shirt, White head sweatband, White Trench Coat, Black Samurai GI pants, Mugen's type of sandal, Black wristbands, Black ankle bands, (Vampire hunter d) hat, Samurai sword named Tensigumah or Tamashii Kyushu and Tensikumah a giant blade of dimensional Void (the Length of Sephiroth's and the width of clouds) all his clothing are magically imbued to make them weigh more. The clothing also increases in weight as he becomes stronger, but not too heavy, to where it burdened too him. He can also give a command word to make them weigh nothing, another to have them recommence were they were, and a command to multiply the weight.

Personality: Cool calm and collected. Years of training in many things including his mind. Before he found out about his power he heard a saying. With knowledge comes power. He is a bit arrogant and likes to test people’s abilities. Once he was a chaotic bloodthirsty killer, he tries really hard to keep that in check.

Magical Schools:
Expert of Life. Almost expert in Matter, Law/Prime,Timespace and basic really weak training in Death, Fate, Otherness

Knows several different martial arts. Brazilian jiu jitsu, Krav Maga, Aikido, bullet ballet(Gun kata), Muay thai, Kajukenbo, Judo, Jeet Kune Do, Bugei, Bujutsu, budō, bushidō and ninjutsu... Picture 1 Bullet Ballet Picture 2 Bullet Ballet "Bullet Ballet(GunKata)"

Flaws: He is reckless, doesn’t like to talk about himself. Can be an asshole.

Side: Magical Peace Corps.

Job: Teacher for the new mages.

Favorite Color: not a color but Imagine looking through an iceberg while the sun is setting on a somewhat cloudy sky.

Favorite Food: He loves food, that’s why this lifetime he chose to be a master chef.

Theme Song: Windpipe meditation type music. Ocean waves Acoustic Guitar.

Hobbies: Flower arraignment, anything need repairing? (if he can fix it he will) and looking for others like him. Likes to stretch and do daily Katas for his Martial arts.

Daily or weekly training: Many different Martial Arts training, Swimming and anything that will make him stronger without making him slower.

Bio

When he was twelve he walked up to his father offering to help him with the repairs, on what he cannot recall. His father was a special person and would get angry very easily. Upon looking back at his son he had used his power of telekinesis to send him flying through the air. The initial impact snapped Jonathan’s poor neck as he was sent flying about forty feet into the air, upon landing unluckily on a fence. Where they lived this specific fencing was strong and looked like spears.

His mother screamed and ran to his limp body, using her power to move him through the fence. His mother was also a unique individual and immune to his father’s power. She thinking her son dead knew of her husband’s powers and doused herself in oils from the lantern and ran into the area his father was working, setting it ablaze, and killing them both. John had awakened to see the entire thing happen but couldn’t speak due to his neck still being out of place.

He wandered for a while, finding work repairing whatever he could. Then a man came to him and asked him if he wished to learn all he knew, for the man was old and didn’t want to be forgotten. Taking Jonathan to his mansion he told him all of his stories and even taught him to read and write. Jonathan Caught on quickly and never forgot anything he was told. His parents had sheltered him from the outside world and never allowed him to learn much of anything. Save daily chores and on a farm that was many things.

Upon his deathbed this old man left Jonathan Alexander his fortune and name. He was unable to have children and found a son in Jonathan. Thus he gained the last name of Vanderswift. With his adopted father dead and gone Jonathan was shattered. Tears formed in his eyes over the loss of this his friend and one of the only people to actually love him. His parents seemed more of a cold blooded lot and never praised him, only toughened him up for his life to come, as a “special thing”. Never did he feel at home until he met Lord Cain Vanderswift.

With all of Cain’s knowledge in his head, his adopted father’s life stored away; Jonathan wrote a novel containing his father’s life within. It was a five part book novel that contained every little thing in Cain’s life. Afterward he wrote about his parents, creating a story all his own of how they met and filled in their lives. Never really knowing about his parent’s pasts, he himself, filled in what he could and in the end of the book killed himself.

This was a seven book series, and people loved the “Witchcraft” as they called it then. But never would say it because it was blasphemous but people gobbled it up like candy. Soon he had made seven times the amount of money that Cain had. By now Jonathan was turning Thirty years old. Had no friends and didn’t look at all aged passed his twenty first birthday. He had wished he could have done something for his adopted father; Knowing that his actual parents were burnt to nothing in the fire.

He took on many different names throughout the world, most known but others not and when he would find his life in that area over. Simply put, he would kill himself or set it up to where he would be killed. His fortune would always be transferred before his death to some distant land beforehand. Finally he ended up in Japan and fell madly in love with the people there. Off in a secluded area of Japan he found himself on one of the last Samurai Towns.

Living there for many years he fought besides them and bled with them. Trained in their ways, learned to read and write in their language and even took a bride. She was no one of any special standing there but to him she was the world. Learning the ways of the samurai from the old masters there; he perfected his skills within a two years. Something that would have taken a few lifetimes. But thanks to his healing ability it took far less. It was a hassle to keep it a secret but he ended up doing a fine job of it.

Stumbling upon the old smith there he asked him if he would teach him how to make things. Jonathan always liked working and making things work. After a few months he wore the old man down, into teaching him his masterful ways. Spending six years he finally grasped the art of molding metal. Within a two more years he had learned all the old smith knew and went on his way. This entire time he was trying with his wife to have children and yet they could not. Sometimes she would cry on him and blame herself of not being fertile.

Sadly, on a night he would never forget, there was a raid from a band of thieves, which called themselves Ninja. They had been fallen Samurai known as Ronin. In the commotion his wife was killed, he got there only too late and slew the assailant. Holding her in his arms he cried as a spear plunged through his back and through his stomach.

How he wished he could die from such an attack, for the first time he felt cursed. He laid her down lifeless as she was and stood up. Quickly he pushed off the ground with his feet sending himself sliding up the handle to the attacker, looking up at him as he did; his face emotionless, as he stared deeply into his eyes. Scared into paralysis, his attacker stood frozen, so scared was he, he could not even scream. Not until he was run through by Jonathan’s Katana. Grasping the spear and pulling it all the way through him so he could heal.

Looking off in the distance, the rains blurred his vision but he knew there was one there in the darkness. Quickly he grasped the spear and threw it like a missile through the air. The tip of it landed into his foes chest with such a force that he was lifted off the ground and stapled to a tree. John walked out and called the attackers to him. As he did, bolts from crossbows pierced into him; one into each hand, one into each shoulder, one through his left knee and one through his stomach. He could hear the screams of his people or the people he came to know as his own. Several of these ninja came from the shadows and what seemed to be their leader approached him.

“You are not one of them why fight?” His words were like venom in the air.

“…” John’s words did not come; he only knelt on the ground. His arms spread out; his katana was still in his hand as the leader got closer.

“Why fight white man?” He asked in English, very good English which was surprising.

“Because, of honor and love.” Jonathan finally spat out the words.

“And these people why fight for them?” He said getting closer, getting foolishly in range of his attack, Jonathan’s wounds had healed around the bolts and his strength was regained.

“Because these are my people and your men killed my wife.” Jonathan said in Japanese.

“Well, your people are all dead… removed from history and no one will remember them!” He said looking over to his men and as he did, Jonathan sprung forward pulling the crossbows from the men holding them.

“I will but none will remember you or your men!” Jonathan said as he moved and cut off his head. Quickly he pulled out the bolts as much as it hurt and they launched forward to attack him. Brilliant, was the flash of lightning that hit Jonathan. Quickly slumping over he fell onto his face, even in the thick rain the smoke could be seen from his smoldering body. The men all surrounded him and poked him a few times.

“What about him?” One of them said.

“No matter, we only followed him because of his strange power. The master never said to attack here.” Another said as a man came out of the shadows and looked them over.

“MASTER!?” They all gasped in unison, quickly he surveyed the area.

“That one lives.” He said, pointing to Jonathan.

“Was it he who silenced this fool?” Their master asked kicking the limp headless corpse.

“Y..Yes master.” One stammered.

“Bring him with us, nothing remains here for him.” Their master demanded as he departed.

Awakening after taking so much damage, he let out a groan. His body was bandaged and wounds were all healed. Slowly he rose and his muscles were tight and sore for the first time in his long life. Finding it hard to open his eyes but soon he did and found a woman sleeping over him. He let out a small smile as his vision became clear. She reminded him of his wife, as he thought of her he knew she was dead. Tears cams, blurring his vision as he looked at her; she seemed young and looked exactly like his wife did when they first met.

Slowly, he moved out of the bed or mat like bed, which they had in Japan. As he moved she moved a little not waking. Slowly he moved her into the bed and took her slippers off. She must have been watching over him night and day to be so exhausted. Doing a few stretches to loosen his soreness up he then got dressed finding that they had brought all of his things.

“You’re finally awake.” A voice came from outside the small home.

Almost in shock Jonathan opened the door quietly and walked out of the home, meeting a man about the age of fifty or so.

“Thank you for taking care of me but if you will excuse me. I will be going home if you would be so kind as to show me the way.” John said looking at him, his eyes burning with fire in them.

“I could let you go but that village is being repopulated so to say. You see it was my people… well someone from the outside with considerable persuasion skills came into my village and took some of my people and killed who they could. Sadly I got there too late, I didn’t tell them to attack but that fool did and they went. It was like he spoke and when he did you were forced to do what he said.” The old man said looking at Jonathan.

“Well, were the dead buried and sent to their ancestors?” Jonathan asked and with a nod the old man replied.

“Then if it is ok with you I would like to bathe.” Jonathan said with a smile.

“You have been sleeping for two months; I am surprised to see you up and walking about.” He said to Jonathan.

“Two months?” He asked looking at the old man as he bowed to him. “My name is John.”

“I am Shin and my daughter in there has been tirelessly watching over you, I will allow her to introduce herself to you once she awakens.” He said with a smile as they walked about the lands. Shin explained that the Ronin Samurai had no lord, so he took the position of Lord Samurai to give them a purpose.

Hidden/unknown Information: Has a brother/sister who runs Twilight Fade.