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Iosef
At rest on one of the recliners of the common room was a startlingly dark girl...or boy, who was snoozing off for goodness knows how long. At his...or her side were various bags and luggage containers, the lot of them all made of tough stainless-steel shells, like the ones wealthy businessmen or secretive bureaucrats used to carry documents and guns.
At least, as far as the harpy (or anyone, for that matter) knew, the person here was a student. It was short enough, and definitely had the face to be around his age. He or she had some hair, at least, that was about three inches long (a fairly ambiguous length, to be sure). I mean, as far as the face would go, it looked like a girl : high cheekbones supporting slightly thinner cheeks, an unpronounceable chin, thin and pouty lips...
But there was something off.
The student-to-be in question was dressed in an oversized white T-shirt that covered down to its knees, though luckily the collar section didn't slip too far from the shoulder so as to reveal whether or not he...or she, had a bra on or not. The plain T was complimented by what appeared to be a pair of fresh denim jeans, blue as the ocean at dawn or dusk. To top it off, a pair of closed-toe sandals covered the student's feet, leaving much to imagine as to what kind of toes and lifestyle the student lived.
But its hands were...quite large. They had on them a collection of splotches and scars that came from some sort of event, and even flecks of torn callouses were still peeling. Curious and intriguing, one might say, but definitely not feminine in the least.
So who would say this one was one or the other?
As Bastien and perhaps a few others came walking in, the student snorted and startled itself awake with an equally androgynous voice.
"Aa-ah! Wha...oh, I thought I'd be the only one here! Are you guys also transferring for the special program?"
Chiseled into the soft, onyx-black face were two lanterns floating in the darkness. Its irises were amber and bright, akin to a recently rekindled fire.
And indeed, these twin fires were kindled with excitement. There were so many new people, so many opportunities to take...so many friends to make.
@Spawnling @Aspen Wren @gaudi @Turboshitter @Termott @Antarctic Termite @Arty Fox @Cuccoruler@Vrrak
Le me overhyping the startup of a casual RP :
THIS WILL BE GLORIOUS...LY ADORABLE!!!
THIS WILL BE GLORIOUS...LY ADORABLE!!!
Name: Shteivel / "Lyra" Leevva
Age: 45
Gender: Female
Race: Pure Mountain Elf
Shteivel is the child of two artificers of enchantments, who were both exiled and later assassinated for making enchantments that would steal the magic potential from Mountain Elves specifically.
Nature: Lyra is quite a motherly individual, to the point where she almost coddles her comrades. She brings stricture and order to any sort of lodging, but is extremely susceptible to fall for seemingly vulnerable things. She's rather easy to trust (as she easily trusts just about anyone), provided no one's taking advantage of her kindness...
Looks: Lyra would be, by the hedonistic standards of lords and ladies with the time to spare, a beautiful creature to pry apart at with one's eyes. She stands at a comfortable 5'6, which isn't too terribly tall nor short, except for the fact that people usually think she'd be a half-elf. She weighs 125 lb., which explains her rather average (but again, comfortable!) curves. Despite her given age, her face seems devoid of wrinkles and blemishes - a sign that the beginning of her near-eternal clock has begun to tick.
She is slightly bow-legged, which slightly causes her hips to naturally spread a little wider, and like all elves, she has tipped ears. Her hair, like most Mountain Elves, is a flaxen hue so devoid of color it may be likened to the unpicked grains of wheat in the winter. Her hair is usually tied in a skewered bun or a loose bun, whichever works better. Her eyes are quite beautiful and gentle, as her irises are an incredibly soft and matte powder blue. They are so matte that they refuse to shine sunlight, but instead leave only an ever-soft color to lose one's self in. Her skin is deathly pale with a soft pink twist, as her rigorous mountain-side lifestyle has breathed at least a small burst of life into her cheeks (which are, most times, quite thin). She has slim lips and a cute button nose to boot.
Her only adornment is a brilliantly blue earring on her left ear. A tattoo of what appears to be half of a gear fans out from her tailbone, though what purpose it serves is unknown.
Class: Necromancy
Lyra is a genius at necromancy, especially in the art of manipulating corpses to do her bidding. However, she isn't a terribly skilled spiritualist, which means it's harder for her to talk to spirits and clearly make out their requests and contracts. That's why she refuses to sign any, and instead relies on her own power, which includes death rays alongside her manipulation of corpses.
Story:
Shteivel was once part of the highest of the Mountain Elves, via her family. Most of the people who lived up on the peaks were master artificers; the Leevvas were no exception. Their trade was the enchantment of various objects, and so they were renowned even among the Mountain Elves as among the most precise enchanters of their time. Clocks, compasses, and other instruments of measurement gain unparalleled accuracy. Industrial saws were strengthened to outlast even the most well-maintained of swords. It become a point of controversy, then that the Leevvas began to dabble in innovations, not improvements. Strange tools, though far inferior to that of the magic-imbued instruments, were produced and made cheaply, as they were powered by the sun. For a time, the Mountain Elves enjoyed this dubious technology...only to realize that an entire generation of their children were talentless - stripped of magic.
The one thing the Mountain Elves could call their strength was briefly taken away : magic. These tools did not capture the sun's light for power - they ripped the futures from the wombs of children unborn. Thus, borne in a time of uncertainty and fear was the Vile generation. The weak ones were tossed and disposed of; the stronger ones, however, were exiled and sold into slavery.
Shteivel, the first of the Viles, was kidnapped and processed into this system as her parents became utterly destroyed. She was 10 then. There, she was picked up by no less a half-breed wizard, and became his test subject, apprentice, liason, and eventually confidant. Her final labor, which happened 6 years into her servitude of the wizard, was one last experiment, one that would scar her forever. She was to bind a spirit into her womb, so as to lock it inside the fetus. Only, this attempt was futile.
Although she did learn how to perform magic to an uncannily powerful extent, there was something inside her, a void that originated from her stolen power. The spirit rejected and fled Shteivel, and tore her from the inside out.
She awoke, weeks later, a barren girl. As part of the contract, she was christened "Lyra" as a free woman, though without a future, all things considered...except for what she was taught : necromancy.
Motive: Will PM.
Age: 45
Gender: Female
Race: Pure Mountain Elf
Shteivel is the child of two artificers of enchantments, who were both exiled and later assassinated for making enchantments that would steal the magic potential from Mountain Elves specifically.
Nature: Lyra is quite a motherly individual, to the point where she almost coddles her comrades. She brings stricture and order to any sort of lodging, but is extremely susceptible to fall for seemingly vulnerable things. She's rather easy to trust (as she easily trusts just about anyone), provided no one's taking advantage of her kindness...
Looks: Lyra would be, by the hedonistic standards of lords and ladies with the time to spare, a beautiful creature to pry apart at with one's eyes. She stands at a comfortable 5'6, which isn't too terribly tall nor short, except for the fact that people usually think she'd be a half-elf. She weighs 125 lb., which explains her rather average (but again, comfortable!) curves. Despite her given age, her face seems devoid of wrinkles and blemishes - a sign that the beginning of her near-eternal clock has begun to tick.
She is slightly bow-legged, which slightly causes her hips to naturally spread a little wider, and like all elves, she has tipped ears. Her hair, like most Mountain Elves, is a flaxen hue so devoid of color it may be likened to the unpicked grains of wheat in the winter. Her hair is usually tied in a skewered bun or a loose bun, whichever works better. Her eyes are quite beautiful and gentle, as her irises are an incredibly soft and matte powder blue. They are so matte that they refuse to shine sunlight, but instead leave only an ever-soft color to lose one's self in. Her skin is deathly pale with a soft pink twist, as her rigorous mountain-side lifestyle has breathed at least a small burst of life into her cheeks (which are, most times, quite thin). She has slim lips and a cute button nose to boot.
Her only adornment is a brilliantly blue earring on her left ear. A tattoo of what appears to be half of a gear fans out from her tailbone, though what purpose it serves is unknown.
Class: Necromancy
Lyra is a genius at necromancy, especially in the art of manipulating corpses to do her bidding. However, she isn't a terribly skilled spiritualist, which means it's harder for her to talk to spirits and clearly make out their requests and contracts. That's why she refuses to sign any, and instead relies on her own power, which includes death rays alongside her manipulation of corpses.
Story:
Shteivel was once part of the highest of the Mountain Elves, via her family. Most of the people who lived up on the peaks were master artificers; the Leevvas were no exception. Their trade was the enchantment of various objects, and so they were renowned even among the Mountain Elves as among the most precise enchanters of their time. Clocks, compasses, and other instruments of measurement gain unparalleled accuracy. Industrial saws were strengthened to outlast even the most well-maintained of swords. It become a point of controversy, then that the Leevvas began to dabble in innovations, not improvements. Strange tools, though far inferior to that of the magic-imbued instruments, were produced and made cheaply, as they were powered by the sun. For a time, the Mountain Elves enjoyed this dubious technology...only to realize that an entire generation of their children were talentless - stripped of magic.
The one thing the Mountain Elves could call their strength was briefly taken away : magic. These tools did not capture the sun's light for power - they ripped the futures from the wombs of children unborn. Thus, borne in a time of uncertainty and fear was the Vile generation. The weak ones were tossed and disposed of; the stronger ones, however, were exiled and sold into slavery.
Shteivel, the first of the Viles, was kidnapped and processed into this system as her parents became utterly destroyed. She was 10 then. There, she was picked up by no less a half-breed wizard, and became his test subject, apprentice, liason, and eventually confidant. Her final labor, which happened 6 years into her servitude of the wizard, was one last experiment, one that would scar her forever. She was to bind a spirit into her womb, so as to lock it inside the fetus. Only, this attempt was futile.
Although she did learn how to perform magic to an uncannily powerful extent, there was something inside her, a void that originated from her stolen power. The spirit rejected and fled Shteivel, and tore her from the inside out.
She awoke, weeks later, a barren girl. As part of the contract, she was christened "Lyra" as a free woman, though without a future, all things considered...except for what she was taught : necromancy.
Motive: Will PM.
The spell-checks Jesus Christ...
@Aisling@ZB1996
Yosef strides ahead of them, as he was silently listening in on their conversation during the walk, and opened a door for the both of them.
"...he'll learn later," Yosef adds as a hopeful afterthought. "Maybe he just surrounds himself too much in...not what I'd call falsities but, like...'misconceptions' would be the word? I mean, who are we to judge otherwise?"
He stands farther off to the side, allowing ample passage for the girl and boy.
"...not like I'm in a position to say how you guys should live your lives either, but still. People are...fickle at times. I'm not beating you over the head with weird words, am I?"
Yosef strides ahead of them, as he was silently listening in on their conversation during the walk, and opened a door for the both of them.
"...he'll learn later," Yosef adds as a hopeful afterthought. "Maybe he just surrounds himself too much in...not what I'd call falsities but, like...'misconceptions' would be the word? I mean, who are we to judge otherwise?"
He stands farther off to the side, allowing ample passage for the girl and boy.
"...not like I'm in a position to say how you guys should live your lives either, but still. People are...fickle at times. I'm not beating you over the head with weird words, am I?"
She made a little squeaking sound when Aaron winked at her and held her pad to her chest, looking down. "I...I..." She gulped and held the pad out to Yosef. "It's the park..." and tried to smile.
Yosef nodded slowly, to try and avoid scaring Aria too much.
"Well...I'm not one to judge, but it does look nice...pleasing to the eyes."
With that, he spun on his heel and caught up with Bessie and Blake.
Her father stared back at Akiko.
"Naito, you're off for the day," he told his daughter.
Naito smirked. She bowed to her father, nodding a thanks.
She turned to Akiko, grateful to be off of work for the day.
Akiko made a much deeper bow towards Obshika, and left the money on the table. She waited for Naito, but by the time the girl got to the door, Akiko's eyes widened. Within 2 seconds flat, she was at the counter in a rush.
".....aaaaaAAAAIT! I forgot the matcha and adzuki!"
The sudden brake splattered saltwater and sweat all over the father. If there was something Akiko was good at besides being a bumpkin, it was her impressive braking time.
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