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Kaya wasn't too sure why she smiled to herself amidst the orange, blacks, and reds. There was a thought in her mind, but it just escaped her recollection. She tried again and again for any reference, any foundation upon which she could carve a path to her current, contemporary standing, but...

...well, the greens weren't here. Here, the greens were jade and shiny, shining off an orange-white light that wasn't as soft as the one she recalled. They also refracted the black, black which felt so warm...but also so cool. So soft, but the way the little granules of the blackness rolled like mud underneath her skin suggested otherwise.

If only she could...remember how rough it was exactly, before.

And she could hear the voice.

"I'm gone, then."

Gone? Gone where? How did she know what did "gone" mean? Why would that even be important?

The black granules molded and clung to her hands like dough. She wanted...no, NEEDED to feel what was gone. But the texture, the consistency she wanted...it never was quite right. Too spongey one moment, too dry the next. But she squeezed the black, and she was upright. Right...pulled down.

She didn't like the feeling anymore, so she decided to not be pulled down. She was up, at least, but not too far. She wanted to stay here for a bit, to remember what was gone.

Maybe she could just forget what happened now, and continue on with her life...then. But how? All she smelled was the oils burning and the metal melting. The blacks were loosening up into tar again, and the bright oranges still flickered. How could she remember?

She felt herself grow hot, and her body pulsed in rhythmic descent into panic.
Kaya Mishiba


@karamonnom

"...I bet you could win a game of freeze tag against 20 other kids, if you were careful enough. I'd bet you already did, maybe. I dunno, I don't mind if it makes you uncomfortable to talk about it; it's...actually the first time I've talked with another Magus.

So...um...wanna just talk, or...shoot, forgot to introduce myself."

She could at least see that blank stare and the glances towards everyone else. God, commanding attention felt so...unnatural, but with the sour stares and Mr. Greeny muttering something louder than a whisper volume, cooperation (according to Hisako) would be at an all-time low if she didn't defuse the atmosphere, somehow. Dropping the convo with the Air Elementalist would be a step backwards.

"Um...right, the name's Kaya Mishiba. 16 years old, and...well, like Mr. Torch over there said, I'm supposed to be an Earth magus. And you're also 16, I'm guessing?"
@NekoJordan

Thanks for the plot spoilers! :D
@karamonnom @NekoJordan

Buzz-kill it was then. For all her effort (and probably the others', too), the blue-eyed dude just had to go spoil the idea, and for the slightest of moments, she thought about playing the abashed, irritable girl that would somehow try to come up with a way to poke back at Hisoka, but...eh, he was kinda full of it. Not that being proud of your abilities was bad (because it isn't), but feeding off of attention, regardless of quality, was not a quality she held too highly in reagrd. There would be the ice girl to cover for the part of "arrogant chick", so without skipping a beat, Kaya went on to ask (in a slightly lower voice, so as to not piss off "Greeny") not Hisoka (apparently, he knew enough on his own, and he said he was tired), but Emi :

"...wait...you're a first year, right? Ever used magic before? Like...floating? Flying paper airplanes?"

And in truth, she never really got to see another Magus before this point. It'd be interesting to see how other people put their abilities into practice, especially if they weren't as mundane as hers.

Just not Hisako. That'd be cheating, and cheating could happen later.
@NekoJordan

Late to the party; original manga's had over 100 chapters :P

Also : Training makes you find the student roster, as opposed to...you know, looking at the student roster over Ms. Shiba's shoulder. :P
Alright, added a new material for Ambrosis to spice up the political parts. Not as nearly as potent as Celelyrium against dragons, but in the matters of conventional, human warfare...well, there's reason as to why Ambrosis can keep hold of the plains against dragons and the like.

Semblium is now a viable tool to use for Ambrosis-descended Riders.
Kaya Mishiba


"...whew, it's hot in here!"

Kaya, seemingly out of nowhere, had just popped up behind Emi from the boiling pot that was the new batch of Magic Knights...er, to-be, right? She went straight onto ruffling her shirt, a sort of lime-green blouse doused in tai-dai with a dark teal sort of color, and propped her elbows on a seat by the Air-elmentalist's head, before stacking her head on her hands.

Intrusive? Probably.

Not that she'd care. She was bored out of her mind, and finally something interesting had popped up, so there was an opportunity to make friends...hopefully. They never really seemed to last since she was constantly moved here and there. Now, if she could keep them guessing her element by suppressing her aura like she had been for the past six hours...

"So...you guys are heading towards the Academy, right? I heard it's huge!"
Appearance:


Name:
Kaya Mishiba

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Soul Weapon:

Magic Element:
Earth

Personality:
Kaya is quite lax and, on most occasions, a jolly person to be around. Pragmatic only to the depths of her knowledge, Kaya sees the world as one of potential, an organic globule from which she can extract every success and failure she has. Whatever is cast in uncertainty is for the worst; anything better is a fluke on part of fortune, a last-minute modification on Fate's grand design.

So it might be better, then, to say that she's more jolly in a cynical sense, and only to keep her sane from becoming addicted to success. Sure, she'll nod with whatever philosophical amalgam you can spit out, but if it isn't serving her as well or better as her own beliefs do, then you can guarantee she'd take the next words you say with a grain of salt. That's the fun part of it all, though : trying to figure out people's histories through their actions, beliefs, and words. Well, at least for her. Her success in the Academy, and outside that, will determine the opportunities she'll get. If she has to be melted down and re-processed in a crucible, so be it. If she has to cross a lake, she'll skip hard enough to break her legs, and that's fine. If it takes being beaten by the heavens themselves with rain and lightning she'll sure as hell do it.

If she can't, at least she'll still be smiling. There are always opportunities to be had. There's always a way to come back around; that's how the Earth works.

Other:
  • Favors success and ratios above almost all things...
  • ...except for satisfaction of the quality of life. Hers takes the priority.
  • Everyone else comes right between the two.
  • Has the stubbornness of a rock, in case the precis above was TL;DR quality.
  • In case you haven't noticed...adopted.


Alias: Hill, as his last name translates.

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance & Physical Characteristics
Ata comes off as decidedly barbaric, if such a world like this could even be bothered with imperialism in the scope of things between dragons, politics, madness, etc. He stands at a slightly 5'5, and weighs somewhere between 115 - 125 lb., give or take the enormous quantities of meat he'll eat given the opportunity and resources. Neither end of his weight range change the fact that he has quite a wiry build, which reveals more bone than flesh once Ata is stripped down. From his heritage comes his clay-red skin, which has been baked by the sun during his rigorous labors to darken it to a rich, earthy complexion. His rigors stain his body throughout with slightly darker, smooth splotches of skin, proof that he had scaled the backs, arms, and necks of many angry wyrms. He has, like many "savages", thin cheeks held by high cheekbones, thin almond-shaped eyes, and a constant pout to his lips. He appears to almost be in a constant state of starvation, despite how much he's eaten, as his years of hardened life have instructed his body to adapt accordingly; excess weight has long been void as an option. Despite all the aforementioned facts, he has slightly larger feet and hands than most, though this is more attributed to his heredity than his acquired traits. His hair and eyes are as dark as the onyx his isle country is most noted for.


In more recent times, though, Ata has changed at least his hairstyle to about half an inch from his scalp, and has shaved his hair in other areas for comfort and ability. There are no visible changes to his body...at least, not from the outside.


Clothing/Armour Style
In his daily wear, he almost always walks barefoot and dresses as though a poor laborer does : he walks only with his undergarments and a pair of shortened linen, khaki-dyed trousers fastened to his waist by a cord of thick, tough fibers, sparing no one the sight of his gaunt torso.

Truth be told, the design of his armor defies the conventional structures of others. With suggestions from the designs of older plate armor, the set consists of a simple cuirass, a pair of tassets, vambraces, and greaves. These parts consist of incredibly brittle scales that have a keeled design to bar would-be attackers from crunching through the hide, lest the offender lacerate its tongue and gums. The scales themselves boast higher durability and resistance, but stiff nature of the scales disallow protection of the joints, and most certainly not the head. To aid with scaling rough surfaces, gauntlets and sabatons were designed with thin, flat protrusions to dig underneath the overlapping scales of dragons. These were made from the shavings of a dragon's claws, as the actual claws themselves were too difficult to process. A leathery cloak made of similar scales come from the eyelids of a giant dragon, and does well to cover him from weather, flames, and weapons.

The scales looks almost like granite, and have bits of plant growth here and there wherever little cracks might be. It makes for great camouflage, whatnot with the dark greys and spots of greens.


Personality:
Simple, aloof, light-hearted, uncultured, alien.


"We must work in the world, because it is thus...no...we have made it thus. I have made it thus."
The Mission : Altamirano, after removing protection from the indigenous tribes in the Treaty of Madrid.


Abilities
Insight - When Ata gouged the eyes of his first dragon, he was stained in the blood and brain-matter of a being inconceivably older than he was, or so he thought. The flow of blood pushed him off and nearly drowned him. He awoke during a full moon and began to feel the world around him as though he was one, as though he belonged to the skies and seas, but the feeling disappeared. Ever since then, though, he could see the flow of "essence" (as he calls it) flow within a person, revealing their intentions in the near future. With this, he has predicted the attacks of his jealous brothers, the lunges, leaps, and bites of other dragons that came soon after in a fitful rage, and even the tension in the children's legs as they ran from him, covered in blood. Within a single battle, he can identify an opponent's preferred method of attack, so that if there are survivors in the future, he can prepare accordingly for his comrades.

Like many of those in his tribe, Ata is an expert climber, and boasts no other strength than those in his fingers and hands. As Ata's curse progresses, though, he will begin to lose his ability to hang off of cliffs and dragons as he once did, for dragons have little need to cling like a suckling baby against the mother Earth.


Brief History
Ata Phnom claims to have slain one of the largest dragons to date, and though many would protest his armor, no one could deny the fact that he was wearing the eyelashes of a dragon that must have been at least as large as he described. He came upon the creature in his later teen years, a dragon dozens of stories tall that had lain in the beach for whoever knows how long. The strange sight to see was the fact that its face and front arms were lacerated, as though whipped thoroughly with a weapon that must've been incredibly keen. However, there was no sight of a hunter, and the cuts were certainly beyond what a hunt would inflict. Ata decided that he might as very well be the one to slay it, for the dragon could be a threat if allowed to live. He scaled its arm, and journeyed a good half-mile to its face, where he scaled the brow, and stabbed the dragon in the eye. So he held on for dear life when the dragon tossed its head back in pain, but he was already set to work on getting towards the other eye; he did not relent from his bloody task, and blinded the dragon. The dragon's old wounds re-opened, and as the dragon shook on its death throes, Ata was flung into one such pool, and struck his head on something. When he came to, he could see things differently, and had thus gained an ability beyond that of most other humans.

In his distant isle country, he requested at once for his villagers to help, but something was amiss. The men looked angrily at him, and a great cursing and shouting arose from their mouths. They wanted the kill, too, and had asked why Ata struck first. Ata replied he found nothing wrong, and was even willing to share the kill. Soon a blown-up debate occured, which led into a fatal argument that set Ata against his three older brothers. He speared three of them in self defense, which scared off the children watching in the brush.

A little disheartened and confused, Ata decided to walk back and process as much of his kill by hand, and thus produced the eyelashes and scales now used for his armor, before he was hailed by the chiefs of his tribe, who had came after the children spoke of Ata's deed. As he was explaining the whole situation, the dragon's body was dragged back into the ocean by heavy currents, leaving only the chief and his story to legend. They decided that his offense towards his siblings was a sin, and prescribed that he go out and repent by continuing the hunt with the other peoples of the world. This was all done, however, not before they made his armor and schooled him in a monastery. By his tribe's law, he is forbidden to indulge in life, and must repay his disservice to his blood by servicing others unknown to him.

It has been four years since then. Time has slowly started to treat him for the worse.


Equipment/Inventory
  • Garments
  • Armor
  • Bone-Spear : A simple spear made out of the horn of the massive dragon. A man's strength alone could barely penetrate a wyrm's tough hide, but if the strike is made with conviction and aims true, then the strength of the thrust means little.
  • Straw Sandals
  • Jute sacks on a leather belt, carrying :
    Various currencies for provisions.

    Bits and pieces of dried and smoked meats.

    A plethora of flints and bits of iron for starting fires.

    Kindling.

    Dried petals of lavender, for making teas while in flight.


Possible Full Dragon Form
Ata would be a relatively average-sized dragon, lacking most of the features his first kill had. However, if allowed to live and feed off of the flesh of other wyrms, it will grow to the point where few distinctions could be made. Its smooth, shark-like skin would begin to develop into individual scales, and every ridge would become more pronounced. If he eats perhaps over a hundred dragons in this form, he would be near identical to his first kill in form, though not quite yet in size. Ata is capable of diving at very deep levels, each size increase making him more resistant to the crushing pressures of the deep sea. Every kill and dragon consumed further develops his wings into six fins that propel the dragon the same way as the fins of a cuttlefish propel the body. Few other dragons could rival him with similar speeds in such deep places. If one does choose to pursue him, they'll have to somehow find a way to penetrate his thicker hide without filing off their claws and teeth, something that possibly no hunter or dragon has ever done, nor would they ever do...so long as they were in the water.
Appearance:

5'5 | 115 lb.

Name:
Kaya Mishiba

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Soul Weapon:

Magic Element:
Earth

Personality:
Kaya is quite lax and, on most occasions, a jolly person to be around. Pragmatic only to the depths of her knowledge, Kaya sees the world as one of potential, an organic globule from which she can extract every success and failure she has. Whatever is cast in uncertainty is for the worst; anything better is a fluke on part of fortune, a last-minute modification on Fate's grand design.

So it might be better, then, to say that she's more jolly in a cynical sense, and only to keep her sane from becoming addicted to success. Sure, she'll nod with whatever philosophical amalgam you can spit out, but if it isn't serving her as well or better as her own beliefs do, then you can guarantee she'd take the next words you say with a grain of salt. That's the fun part of it all, though : trying to figure out people's histories through their actions, beliefs, and words. Well, at least for her. Her success in the Academy, and outside that, will determine the opportunities she'll get. If she has to be melted down and re-processed in a crucible, so be it. If she has to cross a lake, she'll skip hard enough to break her legs, and that's fine. If it takes being beaten by the heavens themselves with rain and lightning she'll sure as hell do it.

If she can't, at least she'll still be smiling. There are always opportunities to be had. There's always a way to come back around; that's how the Earth works.

Other:
  • Favors success and ratios above almost all things...
  • ...except for satisfaction of the quality of life. Hers takes the priority.
  • Everyone else comes right between the two.
  • Has the stubbornness of a rock, in case the precis above was TL;DR quality.
  • In case you haven't noticed...adopted.
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