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Psychomancer

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Psychomancer

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Ability Scores

Melee 1	Agility 1	Resilience 0	Vigilance 0	Ego 2	Logic 0

Defense Scores (10 + ability score)

Melee 11	Agility 11	Resilience 10	Vigilance 10	Ego 12	Logic 10

Damage

Melee d6 x 1 + 1	Agility d6 x 1 + 2	Ego d6 x 1 + 2	Logic d6 x 1 + 0

Extra Info

Rank 1	Health (30 x Resilience) 30	Focus (30 x Vigilence) 30	Karma 30	Damage Reduction 0

Biography

Full Name: Marlena Evans
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 16
Birthday (month day year, starting date is September 8, 2043):
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 178lbs
Gender: Trans Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Distinguishing Features:
Build: Athletic
Origin: Mutant
Team: New Mutants
Base: Jean Grey School for Higher Learning
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Hobbies: Skating,

History
Marlena comes from a family of two. Before that was her name, she and her older sister, Jules, had to witness the death of their mother after she couldn’t possibly get any more sick. After that, it was just them and their dad. Though, it wasn’t exactly that simple. Both Marlena and Julia were born with mutant genetics, and Marlena’s powers made themselves known long before her older sister’s. Growing up in a big building, in an even bigger city, there were always a lot of faces around and not many quiet spaces to hide away in. Between the hours of school and the late evenings, Marlena had a habit of pulling away and not telling dad or her sister where she’d go. Sometimes she’d just take a walk, or skate around and probably hang out with someone who was chill enough about her. But there were always nights when Marlena was the only person awake in the entire apartment building, coming back at midnight because she felt like staying out longer.

Sometimes, she’d be up even later than that. All those hours spent awake when the city was asleep were spent grappling with a secret she kept. That secret was her powers, she’d developed the ability to move things with her mind. Marlena could propel herself along on a skateboard without her feet ever moving to push the ground. She’d keep a knife with her in case someone stalked her, and she could twirl it above her hand like she was a damn wizard. The world didn’t typically mind mutants when they were on a screen, flexing their powers while they fought bad guys and saved the world- When they were palatable. The fact that she herself was a mutant made sense in a way. Marlena couldn’t recall having a breakdown, any kind of early-life crisis about what her future would be. She was already the kind of person that a lot of people didn’t want to share a planet with, what difference did this make?

Personality

Fears (list 2-3 fears your character has):

Traits

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Powers

(Label Power Type here)

• List each power and what it does. Make sure to separate out each power type.

Extra Stuff: Sleep Dealer - Nozomi

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

"This realm we walk is the space between. The Veil separates all worlds, and we live in the afterthought of it." Like a row of prison cells, where the bars were what separated prisoners from one another. Jack and Annika walked the hallways between. "I have never met another like us who can naturally find their way here. Most do not know this place exists, but many step across the Veil. And many who do so would have few difficulties invading."

Jack pressed his hands together and pulled them away slowly. The dark ground shimmered into a kaleidoscope of images resembling the worlds he'd been to. "Those with a soul displaced from their body, those for which death means nothing. Those who multiply when they die..." He wondered if Annika remembered that. "Despite the difficulties in reaching the Everdark, it is not impossible, and is all but a guarantee in a world of infinite potential. The chance may be low, or high, but never nonexistent that someone will invade this realm. I am not the first to come here, you will not be the last."

"And so, you must learn when to retreat to here, and when to retreat elsewhere."

Jack swung a hand out before him, causing a rift to open once more. "You are going to open as many doorways into as many different universes as you can, in rapid succession. Starting when you walk through that doorway."

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Rohan, CoC

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Rohan

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Character Overview

Name: ???
Alias: Rohan
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Powers: Rohan is a "sorcerer" who secretly derives his powers from a curse laid on him by a monster.

• Natural Artifice: Rohan uses his curse to create magical objects out of natural materials, like wood or bark from a tree.

Personality Traits:
Creative * Jumpy * Calculated * Dejected * Thoughtful * Exhausted

Summary:

Born in Japan, far from the big cities most people think of, Rohan did something very, very stupid one day. He ventured into the territory of a monster that predated humanity and ruled over a cursed forest where no one would have ever been harmed if they didn't trespass. Time lost all meaning in the Forest of Ghosts, he could've been there for days or literal years, and he was assumed to be long dead by the time he returned to humanity. He left nothing but ash and smoke in his wake, and fled far away until he couldn't flee anymore. Rohan appeared at Strange Academy roughly a year and a half ago, bearing a meager collection of weak magical tools and refusing to give anyone any deep details about where he came from or how he found his way into magic. He's been a student there ever since.

Extras:
Rohan will be a character for the upcoming Strange Academy.

Lord Huron: Meet Me in the Woods

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Leah Jordan

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Location: New Orleans
Gear:
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Under no circumstances did Leah feel particularly obligated to represent a school. She had always been of the “Nothing to prove” mentality. And even then, it was rich coming from Vision, who was announcing some guy’s death to a bunch of kids in a hotel lobby. He didn’t even have the excuse that he was a machine. Vicky wouldn’t have done this… Well, probably not. Honestly, she’d probably call bullshit on it too, if Leah had to guess. Or she’d look into it and drag Leah along.

”Fine.” She wasn’t in the mood to sit here and bitch about it. It just seemed very unlikely that a literal time traveler conveniently died after doing nothing when they were all saved with time travel. Apparently there were inter-dimensional laws about that, which he enforced. But sure, he just had a heart attack. Sure.

April wasn’t doing so okay about it, though.

”…I’ll be back,” She told Sabine. ”I don’t like her being alone when she’s like that.” Leah brushed her hand against Sabine’s, afraid to do something like squeeze it the way she was, lest she hurt Sabine. And then she turned and walked off to follow after April.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, as Leah tapped it with her hand.

”Hey. April. It’s me.”

It was at that moment that Leah realized she wasn’t sure exactly what she could say to April through the door, to make this better. Obviously, she wanted to say something, but she never felt able to relate to the feeling of grief. Even when her mother had been shot, Leah didn’t get the time to really feel anything about that. She didn’t know how to picture what April was feeling in an empathetic way.

”It’s not great. People die all the time, that’s what everyone tells you when you’re dealing with it. But it doesn’t make it easier… It’s not supposed to be easy.” Death sucked. It sucked watching good people die, it sucked when good people risked their lives to ensure bad people died. Leah wasn’t very familiar with Nemo, but at least he wasn’t a shitty person.

She fumbled for a second.

”And- And it’s harder when it’s someone like us. Superheroes. People think we’re invincible, we treat each other like it, and then… They die,” She continued. ”But it’ll be okay. Eventually. It’s going to be different without him, but it’s going be okay. And while it’s not okay, I’ll be here, alright? You can scream if it makes you feel better, and I’ll sit right here. And you can talk to me about it, and I won’t walk away.”

It made Leah feel like a real hypocrite saying that. ”I’m still here, nothing’s changed.”

The Symphony: Modern Magic

Mourningdove Lane

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The Archivist being a full on Elf made way too much sense for the sheer level of fucking gall he had. Being half elven himself, Mason got it. It just came with being an old son of a bitch with cobwebs for lungs. Still, the guy just appeared and not answering the door, or not being in the crowd when Mason walked in was weird. Mason had to wonder if this magic shit let him just appear whenever he wanted, or see what was going on like the old dragons seeing everything and not being anywhere near the things they were observing. He seemed old enough that he may very well have heard those stories when he was a kid.

They’d all talked him into a corner. The big guy started, and had a pretty good point. How did this arrogant punk spy on them? The answer was pretty obvious, no doubt.

”I’m going to take a wild guess and assume he spied on us all with magic. I’ll believe anything at this point,” Mason ”Like how it’s real, and apparently we’re some of the first since an extinction level event or something.” The voice he heard in his head, which was almost like a dream itself when he was already asleep, had made that clear. The Archivist’s voice didn’t sound the same.

”I’ve got two questions for you, old man. One: How do we get this shit under control? I can’t touch things without destroying them anymore, and I’m not convinced I won’t kill somebody by accident doing that. Two: What in the goddamn fuck caused this?” Mason was equal parts curious and distraught for the last week. ”I was hearing voices, and the voices were telling me that it’s been literal thousands of years since this sort of thing was common. What changed?”

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

It was a common thing for Jack to run into dangerous people. People who wanted him dead mostly because of things he’d done to them. People he’d robbed, cheated out of a priceless object or left for dead. Or even worse. Jack had lived his life like the protagonist of an endless storybook, always going from one chapter to another, never stopping for a moment. When others started families and bought a house, Jack plotted courses through regions of the cosmos no sapient being had ever been to. By the time others were normally raising kids, he was living out an absurd tale very few would believe.

And now that he had a kid of his own, Jack needed to impart lessons into her. In a world where people like them could exist, there was danger around every corner. And where danger lurked…

”…One must learn to avoid it.”

They stood outside the house, where a normal house would have a front lawn. It was just stones and a gate of pale iron for them. They didn’t have neighbors in the Everdark, but there were countless spells protecting this space from the natural denizens that meant the gate could’ve been anything.

”You command the same forces that I do, Annika. The forces of space itself, the Veil. Between all worlds, it exists as a barrier to prevent them from coalescing into one. On the day you and I first crossed paths, it had fallen to tatters. Now, it stands tall as it always should.”

Jack took a few steps to Annika’s left, and suddenly he was behind her in the blink of an eye.

”Here in this place, the Veil is an afterthought. The multiverse bleeds through like countless rivers,” he continued. This was nothing new to her. ”In the greater cosmology of existence, you and I wield the exception to a common rule: One must always contend with the Veil when they with to travel between worlds.”

The Everdark was a place virtually no one in all of eternity had ever gone. Less than a hundred, if any, had willingly set foot in this land. The Veil was the product of the world’s people, and so it could scarcely reach here. ”You will always have a home here, but there will come a day when you must learn to step between spaces that are not your home. Today, you will learn to circumvent the Veil, and arrive in a place that is not the Everdark, but another place entirely.”

The Symphony: Modern Magic

Mourningdove Lane

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This house sucked. The lights were a pain in the ass and Mason was half tempted to just delete them from the world.

There were two people out of this gaggle of fuckers that Mason recognized. One was Bea, some older girl he worked in the same place at a while back. She was snippy, short tempered and devoid of patience for jackasses insistent on sucking up what little patience a person had. Overall, a pretty okay person if Mason was ever in the mood to start being extroverted…. If.

”Hey.” It was socially acceptable to at least act like a person was there, right? He didn’t feel like bothering anyone, but at least they knew each other existed.

The other person was Pom, god’s highest elf. Mason bought the occasional pack of weed rolls off her, on the rare occasion when he had a few spare dollars. That was probably one or two times at most. ”You too?”

There were a lot of people in here. How many people in this good-for-nothing, worthless little town had woken up one morning able to do this shit?

Mason made a mental note. Azure was the pompous looking one, Matt was the one growling like a fucking animal at the shadow on the wall- The one Mason turned to and didn’t stop looking at. Lena, Jackson… Some weird ass ghost thing. Honestly, Mason wasn’t nearly as scared of that as he should’ve been. He’d seen enough weird shit already.

”Mason. What the hell is that thing?” He pulled his phone out, and turned the flashlight on to point at whatever the fuck was watching them.

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Leah Jordan

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Location: New Orleans
Gear:
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What am I?

The question had been on Leah's mind ever since the night in the gym with Andy. It had been on her mind during the early dawn that next morning, when she hadn't gone back to her room to talk with Sabine. It kept her up each night after, as she spent countless minutes staring down at the rocky skin that had crept over her hands and never left. She couldn't answer it when everything looked smaller, she was afraid to answer it when she walked through the halls of Margaret Carter and got those odd looks from people who weren't even sacred of Leah, but just didn't recognize her at all.

The day had come when they all boarded a plane and flew across the country. That was awkward given her hair and the fact that she couldn't even fit in the seats. It mostly sucked, but Sabine made it bearable, bitching in her ear and yapping about the nintendo switch she "found" one summer before they started dating. It was small in her hands, but she let Sabine fool around with the one game she had: Skyrim. Leah didn't know how it worked.

New Orleans freaked her out a bit, iIt was a pretty vibrant city. It reminded her of some of the places dad had dragged her along to see once, like Manaco and Madrid. Leah actually hoped most of the people here would just turn and walk away the moment they saw her. That'd be easier than some kid half her age walking up to her and asking her if she was one of those superheroes, because obviously rock-skinned people over 6'5" were that kind of person. She hadn't had much time to think about anything but that lately, being an eyesore and not understanding why.

And knowing she'd be in a room with both Sabine and April felt... Fine, honestly. Leah didn't think any less of April. Granted, she'd spent enough time feeling guilty that she hadn't noticed April was going through rough things. But April had every right to prioritize her well-being, and Leah had every goddamn obligation to be a better friend. Still, it was better than being around strangers.

Leah figured that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be so bad. And then Vision dropped something on them.

Nemo's dead, kids. Surprise.

That didn't add up to Leah. Nemo was a time traveler, and they'd all been saved with time travel. Wasn't he one of the time police who got pissy if you fucked with time? There was so many reasons something as mundane as a "heart attack" absolutely would not kill a guy like that. He-

Sabine was touching her. Oh, fuck, she could barely even feel that right now. Leah didn't squeeze her hand, she'd probably break it in her current state. She just took a wide step closer to her girlfriend and looked down at her. Then she turned and watched April run off, and felt a pang of worry run through her. It'd be shitty of her to run after April, for several reasons, so Leah didn't.

"There's... That's bullshit," Leah commented. "The guy's a time traveler, he probably just faked his death and put another version of him in his place to make it seem real. And aren't all of us supposed to be dead, too? Isn't it his job to enforce time laws and shit? He probably had to fuck off to protect himself. I don't believe that for a second, Vision. And what the fuck are you doing, telling us that when you know people are already stressed out?"

Blizz's Vault of Stuff

Stormy Carson

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Stormy Carson

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Character Summary

Name: Stormy Jasper Carson
Alias N/A
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 18
Birthday: Fuck dude idk. 18 years ago.
Birth Place: Oregon
Species: Human

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Appearance

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 195lbs
Build: Strong
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: Minimum 1 paragraph telling us how the character prefers to dress

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Psychology

Brave * Stubborn * Reliable * Distant * Wise * Brash

Write here at least 2 paragraphs that tell us how the character's mind thinks. Focus here if at all possible, since it will help you write your character to the best of your abilities later on.

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Habits: At least 2
Hobbies: At least 1
Fears:

• Going home
• Being the reason someone dies
• Drunk people

Likes: At least 6

• History
• Books
• Boxing

Dislikes: At least 6

• Assholes
• Violence
• Alchohol

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Cards On The Table

Skills: Limit 10. These can be combat or general skills. Anything you list here gets a +2 bonus on rolls.

• Fistfights
• History Knowledge

Medical Issues/Injuries: Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. Put N/A if your character doesn't really have any.

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Yes, I do mean three. This is what your character has on them when the clock strikes three on Hallow's Eve.

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History

The Lore: Some people discover their knack for sorcery through their bloodline. Others discover it as part of some tragic story from which they walk away as a different person. A rare few even find some magic artifact or enter the world of magic willingly. Stormy discovered his capacity for magic when an empty glass bottle was hurled at him for the thousandth time. In a depressing house with two depressing people, Stormy's dad had a nasty drinking problem, and he'd often learned well enough how to dodge the swings. And then came the day he stood still and accidentally summoned a barrier between him and his old man. Stormy's dad quickly forgot about it like the drunken sack of shit he was, but that moment changed the course of the young teenager's life.

In a world where superheroes were busy saving whole planets, most people generally had to sort their problems out themselves. So Stormy did just that, thinking at first that he’d unlocked some kind of mutant ability. But over time, he did some digging and discovered that he was actually a wizard, like the ones who protected the world from things superheroes didn’t deal with. It wasn’t easy to cast spells at a young age, so much of Stormy’s magical power came in the form of small sparks or brittle screens of green light that he miraculously figured out how to manifest.

Like any kid with a fucked to home, he didn’t spent much time there. The usual day-to-day for him was going to school, keeping his newfound wizardry close to the chest, and then finding every excuse to stay out as late as he could. Very rarely did he ever have a real reason to resort to literal magic for anything. Though, that changed when something started luring around in his home.

Something had gone wrong elsewhere, and the aftermath let a monster loose in Oregon. This thing took root right in the middle of town, burrowing underneath a library and luring people to their doom. Being someone with magic at his disposal, however weak it was, Stormy decided to step up and do something about this.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Get behind me."
Song: All Good Things - Hold On
Anything Else:
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Grimoire

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The Grimoire

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Character Full Name

Abjuration Expert

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Staghorn Circle

• Type: Abjuration
• Stormy projects a 15-foot ring of green energy on the ground around him, punishing acts of violence. Anyone who walks in with the intent to hurt someone else inside is subjected to searing, agonizing, debilitating pain.
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Guardian Barrier

• Type: Abjuration
• A shield appears midair, blocking incoming attacks ranging from fireballs to bolts of lightning, or just a good old fashioned punch. Stormy sometimes throws these shields like projectiles to hit people from a distance.
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Iron Dome

• Type: Abjuration
• Stormy stands completely still, and conjures a glowing dome of energy that shields everyone inside from incoming danger.
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Spell Name / Rune / Magical Object

• Type: i.e. Divination, Conjuration, Transmutation...
• Description: 1-2 sentences
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Spell Name / Rune / Magical Object

• Type: i.e. Divination, Conjuration, Transmutation...
• Description: 1-2 sentences
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X-Men: GenetiX

What the fuck?

Umbra didn’t typically use its tests subjects as weapons of security. Ryder was very much a unique case in the sense that someone, somewhere, had planned to use her as a tool for destruction. Despite her lifetime of observation, that was all she knew. Something wasn’t right there.

”No. It’s just me,” she answered. ”They use humans for things like this. Not other mutants. Unless it’s him doing something at last…” What “him” meant, she left vague. Ryder felt out for Becker’s head, a mind she’d been inside of many times before. It wouldn’t be hard to-

MINE. MINE. MINE.

MINE.

”Fuck-“ It was like walking face-first into a moving train, or staring directly into the sun. Ryder instinctually pulled herself out of his head. Something else was there, Andrew Becker wasn’t at the wheel. It made Ryder’s head spin.

”Don’t try and get in his fucking head, that’s not him.” It had to be the bastard behind everything. ”It’s Umbra. The Umbra. He fucking crawled out of his hole. That’s how this ends. He’s below us, and I think he knows where to find us.”

”All units. Stand down, immediately.” A voice could be heard through the radios of the unconscious guards. It was Becker’s voice. ”That is an order.”

It was just going to be them and the body snatching mutant.

”Do not, under any circumstances, engage the mutants. Don’t attack her. She’s mine.”