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Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Professor Glynn

Glynn's tall, trench-coat-wearing figure graces the hedge behind the headmaster, a little to the side from many of the other faculty. He preferred to be out of the direct line of sight of people,and in places where he could see everything...and the view from where he stood was certainly good. Ghosts, Elves, a fairy, a fire demon? It would be a fun year, if you liked that sort of thing. As long as they didn't try too serious of shenanigans in his classroom. Glynn wasn't a fan of putting out fires in his textbooks, or other such things.

Headmaster Wick's speech was pretty standard...couldn't expect it to be tailored or personalized every year without a hell of a lot more effort than me man was willing to put into it. Glynn might have considered it, but that would still require months of prior planning and preparation, much less actual speech writing. Best to go with the tried and true individual approach. Besides, you could get some useful information from a standardized event. He could tell pretty easily which ones were bored, actually interested, mildly intrigued, or merely respectfully aloof from the words the headmaster spread across their ears. Just as they were getting a feel for what to expect around here...mostly. It wasn't as if people were good at expecting Professor Viola when they first met her. But a little controlled chaos went a long way towards a positive learning environment, as long as it didn't get out of hand. A hopefully healthy conduit for younger mischief.

As the Headmaster's speech wound to a close and people started starting at the presence of their room assignments in their everywhere, Glynn allowed himself an even smirk. Even at this school of magic, people were so surprised that it was actually used effectively. Of course the Headmaster's use of it was a bit more advanced than most, but even still...it wasn't as if these were experienced magic users here who should be surprised that a mage...even of such high caliber...had managed it. Most of these kids didn't even have wards to block such things. Ah well...they'd get used to it. As most of them started to move off to their dorms and the professors...some of them...started to disperse off to their dorms and offices, Glynn slowly walked around the edges of the gathering along the wall of the adjacent building, adjusting his sunglasses around his pointed Elven ears and letting his black coat sway outwards in the breeze. His eyes traversed the group, picking out the ones who seemed interesting and marking them for observation in class.

And oh bother, Viola...already?

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Professor Glynn

"I have seen the greatest beings of this world at their least, and the least of them at their greatest. War is an art that shows a man such things, and though the war is over, its lessons remain true no matter the circumstance. Now, prepare to learn."

Name: Professor Glynn Nictirion
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Appearance: Mere physical characteristics take form in dark hair, dark eyes, a slim and athletic build, narrow eyebrows...easily mistaken for a relatively young human when his ears are hidden. But the look is all in the execution...those eyes behold all they touch with a piercing, almost accusatorily analytical gaze under nearly perpetually narrowed eyebrows. His narrow face wears a scowl most of the time, and those who do not know him may easily believe him to be a harshly critical man...and not a little scary, leastwise by looks alone. In his chosen outfit, he is nearly never found without his hooded, black-leather trench coat, with gloves either covering his thin fingers, or tucked into his belt. Black utility pants and leather boots complete the look indoors, with added red-lensed sunglasses outside, and upon such things one might guess with a certain amount of ease his former career field.

Magic:
Schools:
Mental: 20
Mana: 20
Spatial: 18
Spirit: 16

Technique:
Glynn was once one of an elite few worthy of the name God Hunter. While naturally not nearly as powerful as an actual divine being, these individuals were mortals who specialized in killing the divine...be it through subterfuge, sabotage, sudden overwhelming force, the exploitation of a weakness...if it could help to destroy such a being, Glynn and his fellows became experts in the field. As such, his entire skill set is designed around such a craft. Perhaps his signature ability is that of ethereal shifting, turning himself into shadow to pass unscathed from place to place. His magical perception is similarly honed, which he uses to spot weaknesses or nuances in magical entities around him. His mental defense is nigh-impregnable, though he doesn't tend to use mental attacks. He uses magic often to enhance his physical characteristics...speed, strength, durability, and so on. His ability to counter magic is also on the level of masters, making him a veritable black hole in a spellstorm. In stealth and deception he was unparalleled amongst even his fellows, cloaking himself in darkness and obscuring his mind while creating illusionary phantoms to distract and confuse. Lastly, he manipulates magical energy to create or empower weapons...conjuring magic blades in the blink of an eye to use against his enemies...an ability that had several more mundane purposes too, along with telekinesis.

Abilities: He possesses the unnatural agility and grace of Elves, along with heightened perception, reflexes, and hand-eye coordination.

Skills: While his magical abilities are extreme, his real skill lies in their application alongside his more physical skills. He is an expert marksman with nearly any sort of ranged weapon, proficient in hand-to-hand combat...or any melee weapon for that matter...and possesses the analytical skills of a biological-speed supercomputer. Finally, his stealth skills were designed to hide from gods such as Athena, Pluto and Heimdall, much less lesser men.

Bio: When the Divine Wars began, war was taken to a scale none could before fathom...with the exception of gamers, game designers, writers, and other such creative folk. The first question that went through men's minds when they beheld the gods descending to their chosen battleground was this: "How do we fight that?" Naturally, the question became quickly answered in every way we knew how...with guns and bombs, nukes and mind-blasts, pyrotechnical magic and knives in the dark...but the gods themselves were on another level entirely. It took the most powerful weapons in the existing arsenal of the Earth to put one down...an army to give one pause. They threw their mortal servants at each other to give themselves an advantage, but it was always a war between them, and we were but weapons.
Until we decided to be more. We mortals...the humans, elves, and dwarves specifically...we were among the greatest of races because we learned, and we learned how to kill the gods. We trained our most powerful warriors in our greatest arts...not to equal them in power, that takes godly strength far beyond us...but to threaten them in skills and techniques that could harm them. We became blades in the dark...blades sharp enough to cut deep. A power the gods didn't know how to fight, because none of them were without their weaknesses. But we...we were weak to begin with, it was our strength that killed them. And when we were done, we were far more than mere elves and men and others...we were hunters, and it was up to us to make the world better with the skills we had gained. And I...I set off to prepare the next generation for the next war...and how to avoid waging it.

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Professor Glynn

"I have seen the greatest beings of this world at their least, and the least of them at their greatest. War is an art that shows a man such things, and though the war is over, its lessons remain true no matter the circumstance. Now, prepare to learn."

Name: Professor Glynn Nictirion
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Appearance: Mere physical characteristics take form in dark hair, dark eyes, a slim and athletic build, narrow eyebrows...easily mistaken for a relatively young human when his ears are hidden. But the look is all in the execution...those eyes behold all they touch with a piercing, almost accusatorily analytical gaze under nearly perpetually narrowed eyebrows. His narrow face wears a scowl most of the time, and those who do not know him may easily believe him to be a harshly critical man...and not a little scary, leastwise by looks alone. In his chosen outfit, he is nearly never found without his hooded, black-leather trench coat, with gloves either covering his thin fingers, or tucked into his belt. Black utility pants and leather boots complete the look indoors, with added red-lensed sunglasses outside, and upon such things one might guess with a certain amount of ease his former career field.

Magic:
Schools:
Mental: 20
Mana: 20
Spatial: 18
Spirit: 16

Technique:
Glynn was once one of an elite few worthy of the name God Hunter. While naturally not nearly as powerful as an actual divine being, these individuals were mortals who specialized in killing the divine...be it through subterfuge, sabotage, sudden overwhelming force, the exploitation of a weakness...if it could help to destroy such a being, Glynn and his fellows became experts in the field. As such, his entire skill set is designed around such a craft. Perhaps his signature ability is that of ethereal shifting, turning himself into shadow to pass unscathed from place to place. His magical perception is similarly honed, which he uses to spot weaknesses or nuances in magical entities around him. His mental defense is nigh-impregnable, though he doesn't tend to use mental attacks. He uses magic often to enhance his physical characteristics...speed, strength, durability, and so on. His ability to counter magic is also on the level of masters, making him a veritable black hole in a spellstorm. In stealth and deception he was unparalleled amongst even his fellows, cloaking himself in darkness and obscuring his mind while creating illusionary phantoms to distract and confuse. Lastly, he manipulates magical energy to create or empower weapons...conjuring magic blades in the blink of an eye to use against his enemies...an ability that had several more mundane purposes too, along with telekinesis.

Abilities: He possesses the unnatural agility and grace of Elves, along with heightened perception, reflexes, and hand-eye coordination.

Skills: While his magical abilities are extreme, his real skill lies in their application alongside his more physical skills. He is an expert marksman with nearly any sort of ranged weapon, proficient in hand-to-hand combat...or any melee weapon for that matter...and possesses the analytical skills of a biological-speed supercomputer. Finally, his stealth skills were designed to hide from gods such as Athena, Pluto and Heimdall, much less lesser men.

Bio: When the Divine Wars began, war was taken to a scale none could before fathom...with the exception of gamers, game designers, writers, and other such creative folk. The first question that went through men's minds when they beheld the gods descending to their chosen battleground was this: "How do we fight that?" Naturally, the question became quickly answered in every way we knew how...with guns and bombs, nukes and mind-blasts, pyrotechnical magic and knives in the dark...but the gods themselves were on another level entirely. It took the most powerful weapons in the existing arsenal of the Earth to put one down...an army to give one pause. They threw their mortal servants at each other to give themselves an advantage, but it was always a war between them, and we were but weapons.
Until we decided to be more. We mortals...the humans, elves, and dwarves specifically...we were among the greatest of races because we learned, and we learned how to kill the gods. We trained our most powerful warriors in our greatest arts...not to equal them in power, that takes godly strength far beyond us...but to threaten them in skills and techniques that could harm them. We became blades in the dark...blades sharp enough to cut deep. A power the gods didn't know how to fight, because none of them were without their weaknesses. But we...we were weak to begin with, it was our strength that killed them. And when we were done, we were far more than mere elves and men and others...we were hunters, and it was up to us to make the world better with the skills we had gained. And I...I set off to prepare the next generation for the next war...and how to avoid waging it.

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Persephone

Name: Persephone Isauros

Species: Lamia

Gender: Female

Appearance:



Persephone is about ten feet long, and can rear up to a little over five feet. She's a little chunky by human standards, but normal size for a lamia. Her hair is indeed purple, but it's a dye job- she's a natural blonde. Her eyes are blue, and she has a tiny scar on her right cheek. Her clothing is usually a cotton top in various light shades, with nothing on her tail. She moves like a snake, so her belly scales need to be able to grip the floor.

Magic:

Mana: 4

Mind: 10

Spirit: 2

Techniques:

Enchanting: Persephone is trying to learn basic enchanting. It's slow going, but she's been able to make a few small trinkets, like a purse that is somewhat lighter than its contents.

Telepathy: While Persephone is not a master at this skill yet, she could probably hold her own against virtually any other student. She can see well beyond surface thoughts to a person's darkest fears and innermost secrets, and has shown hints of being able to influence minds, maybe even the ability to control them with a little practice.

Spirit calling: A recent interest of hers, Persephone has been able to summon a few very minor spirits. She's very new to this particular skill set, though, and it shows.

Abilities: Persephone's bite contains a fairly potent hemotoxin, causing extreme internal bleeding. She can deliver much more venom than a normal viper, due to her larger head, but with prompt healing magic or antivenin, the victim at least has a fighting chance of survival.

Bio: Lamia live in isolated communities in deserts around the world. Persephone grew up in a small clan in New Mexico. Their relations with a nearby human town were rather cordial, often working in human-owned businesses and shops.

Persephone was six when she found her magic. She accidentally brushed up against her mother's tail, and found she could see into her mind. She was understandably freaked out, and at first, didn't want anything to do with it. It was only after a long, calming discussion with her parents that she decided to make magic her career path. She's become somewhat more confident in her magic, and wants to do research into turning thoughts into three-dimensional illusory "mindscapes" for psychological treatments.

Other: Persephone is cold-blooded.

@shagranoz

We would like you to define your mental control powers further, please.

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants Interest Thread

My pardon for slowness, I intended to have the OOC up by now however a few days ago I obtained a game by name of Stellaris and have had hard times trying to pull myself away from it. I know it is a poor excuse, and I beg forgiveness for I know full well that I'll still be away for several days yet caught within the web of that game.

@neogreggory

I fail to understand the poorness of this excuse...

TTL: The Final Hazard OOC

But...the ground vanished...

The Final Hazard

@Terminal

Kael wasn't caught off guard by the transition, not as such...

He just had essentially no options. He maneuvers himself as best as he can to take the shot in the same spot he took the last one, that way the metal would spread the same distance and merely coat metal with more metal, instead of spreading to cover something vital. At least if that worked, he would have access to the solvent now. He memorizes its relative position to him in case it doesn't work...luckily he'd gotten some out of the bottle before.

The Final Hazard

@Terminal

Kael sees the twitch and starts a dodge to the side, stopping when he sees it wasn't a shot and prepping to dodge again. "You know, we probably would have just let you use it...what the hell is the Allineator, anyway? I'm still wondering that." Chances of survival...well, 100%, but dying of starvation or old age while encased in a statue wasn't his idea of surviving a battle. If the bolt hit him in the chest where the first one did, then it would probably spread the same amount, so it would be the best place to be hit if such is unavoidable. As for killing or neutralizing the knight...chances are slim, but he had some ideas on that...it might be futile, but still. If his enemy was willing to take Kael down despite everything, then Kael would be happy to respond in kind.

MxF Male Characters Wanted! (Always Open)

Dang...a two-year old interest thread that is still actively used and tapped by the creator? A novelty in and of itself...

Hmmm...and ooh, and an SAO one...

Could be interesting.