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Name: Kyrus Lohenn
Age: 20 human years
Species: Tiefling
Gender: Male | He/Him
Appearance: Kyrus stands at roughly 6"2' tall, has dark red skin and eyes, and dresses like a college professor; Sweaters, slip-on shoes, and just about anything else that looks like it would make for a good outfit to take a walk on a crisp Autumn evening. His hair is white, and is always buzzed almost completely away. The only other thing about Kyrus that tends to stand out his his right arm, which is a mechanical prosthetic powered by magic. His shoulder, chest and back are covered in scar tissue from an accident that resulted in the loss of his arm. Though these are almost often covered up, they can occasionally be seen around his neck and collarbone.
Personality: Kyrus would describe himself as driven, determined and thoughtful. Others would describe him as somewhat unhinged in some areas and the most grounded person on earth in others. Both of those are true. When Kyrus wants to learn something, it doesn't matter how long it takes him to understand it, he will spend weeks locked in his room studying everything he is aware of, devoid of sleep and obligations, and then go about his day as if he didn't just stay awake for 72 hours straight. Kyrus doesn't know when to let himself have a break. He is constantly pushing himself to do his best and meet the expectations of those around him, and likes to think he deals with great amounts of pressure better than others. Things that would normally make others feel overwhelmed or out of their depth don't have the same affect on Kyrus, even when he inevitably does bite off more than he can chew, causing him to subject himself to absurd stress once again.
Magic Study: Technosorcery and "Geometric Magic," otherwise known as Cosamancy.
- Classes
- Artifice 101
- Non-Euclidian Arcanology
- Arcane Geometry
- Warding Magic
- Runecraft
History: Many years ago, Kyrus was just an ordinary, non-magical kid with two parents and no siblings. His father was a spront hunter, and his mother was veterinarian. They managed to keep the lights on with their shared incomes, but they weren't exactly rich. Kyrus' dad was typically away from home for a week or two at a time at minimum, and his mom usually had to stay at work late, often leaving him alone. As a kid, he always had a fascination with magic, and wanted to attend a university for it, but the odds of that happening were slim. Kyrus was a talented kid, academically speaking, and his father even taught him some minor spells on occasion, but university wasn't free, and therefore, hard to get into for even the most intelligent people on the planet. Still, he held out hope that he could enroll somewhere and make a life for himself that was better than the one he was born into.
When he was 15, though, those hopes were dashed.
Kyrus and his father were driving home after running errands together when he was home from the sea, when a very bad accident happened on the road. It had been snowing all day, and people were warned to drive carefully since the road was slippery. An oncoming vehicle lost traction, driving at least 30 over the speed limit, and flipping over as it crashed directly into the car that Kyrus and his father were in. Both vehicles were ran off of the road, and Kyrus had been knocked out cold. He woke up hours later after being given medical attention, and both him and his father made it out with their lives. It was revealed that the driver in the other vehicle was drunk, and didn't survive. Kyrus and his father, despite being alive, were not entirely intact afterwards, though.
His father has several broken bones, and damage in his spine. He wouldn't be walk again despite the effort of several magic healers. And that was if he survived the punctured lung he also had. Kyrus, on the other hand, was missing his right arm, and most of his shoulder. It was the darkest part of his life to this day, and his family never properly recovered from it. His father could no longer work, and the medical expenses left any hope for Kyrus attending university nonexistent. After two and weeks of recovery in the hospital, everyone went home to decide what to do. Kyrus had to get a job at a supermarket to support his family, which wasn't easy given the lack of one arm, but he grit his teeth and got through it. Eventually, he learned to adjust, and life went on for him.
Kyrus' dad, on the other hand, couldn't cope with the life-changing injury. Rather than find a way to move on, he fell into a pit of depression and self-loathing that he only managed to deal with through alcohol. By the age of 16, Kyrus could no longer recognize his dad. What little money he managed to save for himself was put to studying magic on his own terms. For the next two and half years, Kyrus studied Technosorcery, and eventually stumbled upon a fringe form of magic called Cosamancy. It fascinated him, and helped him understand the principles of magic machines, to the point he managed to create something of his own. Every artificer starts somewhere, and for Kyrus, his start was in a garage that he had spent an entire summer in. At 18, he revealed his new right arm to his parents. Every last penny he saved went into finding the parts for it, and it was a feat of magic he never previously imagine was possible, but Kyrus had built himself a metal limb powered by magic. All his hard work had paid off.
Someone in the world must have discovered this, however, because at the end of his last year of high school, Kyrus received a handwritten letter from Gloomminister University. It had a symbol on it that neither he nor his family recognized, and there was no signature. The letter stated that someone had taken a great interest in Kyrus' talents, and that they wanted to see him succeed. The letter then explained that Kyrus need only apply to Gloomminister University and present the seal included in the letter, and everything would be "handled without worry." Kyrus found it strange, but he took his chances. A month after he applied, he received a letter of acceptance. It seemed too good to be true at first, but Kyrus was in. He made it, and he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by. However, Kyrus still doesn't know who exactly is looking out for him.
Name: Dianna Blackstone Bishop
Aliases: The Devilkeeper, Angel-Killer, Zhrshrel-Ka
Age: ???
Species: Human... Allegedly
Gender: Female | She/Her
Appearance: Dianna's appearance can only be described as dignifiedly perfect. She stands at 5'8", always wears monotone colors and dresses with utmost class. Always seen in a white waistcoat and black dress shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes, and sporting a cane crowned with a piece of elephant bone shaped like a human skull, Dianna gives off the aesthetic of someone who has money and isn't afraid to throw it around. Her blonde hair is always styled cleanly. The most unusual thing about her appearances would be Dianna's eyes are pitch black orbs, like the eyes of a living darkness that knows nothing of warmth or life. When Dianna looks at someone, its almost as if there is some great and terrible force hanging over their shoulders, as though the cosmos were preparing a funeral hymn for someone who has yet to truly die. Such a feeling is likely attributed to the fact that she simply gives off an intimidating atmosphere.
Personality: Dianna Bishop radiates the feeling of confidence and superiority. If you have something that she wants, sheโll gladly take it at the end of a cane sword over your dead body, and feels very little sympathy towards other people that make fools of themselves. Dianna hates feeling weak, and always treats herself like the most valuable person in the room, materialistically and in general. If Dianna is acting nice to you, itโs likely that she has something to gain from doing so; she prioritizes her own best interests above all else. While she doesnโt go out of her way to be a menace to people, and generally tends to act polite and formal, Dianna doesnโt exactly do people favors unless itโs convenient for her. She commands respect wherever she goes, never letting disrespect go unnoticed, or allowing others to test her boundaries. Dianna can either be a professional acquaintance or a vindictive monster, depending on how one behaves in her presence.
Magic: Necromancy, Extraplanar Summoning, Familiar Arcana, and Healing.
History: A very long time ago, the world shunned and feared necromancers. It was reviled as an unholy practice that spat in the face of countless cultures, raising the dead without consideration for the deceased. Dianna remembers that time very well, as it was a time of violent hunting of anyone suspected of practing "Dark Arts," where anyone with some magical prowess and the right mindset was encouraged to rise up and root out magic deemed evil. During this time, Dianna grew up as one of the few necromancers, and later in life lived in secret with another woman and child, both of which she loved with all her heart. Their son had the potential to be a great necromancer himself, and so his parents taught him well. They lived in a quiet village set at the edge of a forest, where they would spend days in solitude practicing magic together. It was a simple life with a simple family, in a simple part of the world. Simple was more than Dianna could ask for at the time.
But it wouldn't last forever. One day, a large group of armed fighters called the Sentinels stopped at their village and stayed for a week. The Sentinels were the biggest anti-necromancy force at the time, operating independently of borders or the rule of nations. Wherever they suspected "evil" magic was being practiced, they'd go there whether they were allowed or not. They were only stopping to do patrols of an otherwise unwatched part of the world, but on the second day, the soldiers began searching homes at random, without the permission of anyone in town. The people naturally resisted, but the ones who put up a fight were punished for it. When they broke down Dianna's door, they weren't expecting to be met with a high level familiar standing guard. She and her wife told the two Sentinels to turn around and leave, but the presence of wizards only made them search more thoroughly.
The soldiers found their son reading a book about different types of ghosts, and they didn't even confiscate it before they reached for their weapons. Dianna's wife incinerated them both on the spot. Others came looking, and despite her insistence that she killed them because they tried to harm her son, the entire force came down on the family. Roughly 40 armored battlemages swarmed their house, and they conjured every spirit, revenant, and familiar they could reach to protect them. It wasn't enough, even when their son joined in. Their home was burned down, along with half of the village. Dianna and her son managed to escape, but her wife was trapped and didn't survive. The two of them ran for days, weeks, and months. The Sentinels would not stop until they had exterminated the monsters who practiced evil magic. In her desperation, Dianna made pacts with entities from beyond the physical world, who gave her gifts no mortal person should have. She bound them to her service through unspeakable means, using her understanding of familiars and manipulation of the dead to add extraplanar beings to her list of bodies to throw at people.
Two months passed, and her son turned 18. They thought had finally escaped the Sentinels, but more showed up. The two of them retreated to a city that had regularly denied Sentinels entry. But news of Dianna and her son had reached the high ranks of the Sentinels, and they sent enough soldiers to the city of Mullhend to stage a war. 1000 soldiers swept the streets looking for the two of them, and they were found soon after. Every single Sentinel descended upon the street, and Dianna's son was the first to go. They ran him through with a sword, and burned his body to ash for good measure. The next few hours were nothing but a hazy rage, as a veritable army of undead, demons and other aberrant beings chewed the soldiers apart. Every Sentinel that fell was added to the tide that Dianna set loose. Every necromancer is taught from a young age to always exercise an iron will over their thralls, to never let them so much as think the smallest thought without permission. But the loss of her son and wife broke something inside her. She didn't want control, she wanted annihilation. Her subjects were given free reign to wipe these soldiers from the face of the planet for all she cared.
In the end, every Sentinel was killed and claimed by Dianna, but the chaos killed many other innocent people. The city witnessed horrible things that day, but time eventually moved on. Gradually, the world began to feel less scared of Necromancy, but no one in the world today remembers what happened when the so-called moral saviors of a bygone age sent an army to kill two innocent people. History simply forgot. Today, no one is entirely sure where Professor Bishop comes from, or why someone like her chooses to teach something other than necromancy at a magic university, let along teach anything at all with her demeanor. Some people believe she likes having authority over people, others think she does it solely for the paycheck or the job benefits. What they don't know is that Dianna takes genuine pride in what as a professor of Magic History. Educating a younger generation reminds her of her son. She loved to watch him learn what she taught him, and it helps her remember a better time in her life. A time before she was a bitter, vindictive murderer with an army of ghostly soldiers under her thumb.
