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I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo.
I'm in my twenties, and returned here on a whim.
I have no idea what's happening at any given moment.

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@VitoftheVoid Of course! That would be perfectly fine!




Everyone had believed that the worst was over.

It was the easiest thing for them to do at that point. The magical world had gone through many conflicts before, yes- against the world of the supernatural, against the occasional pockets of humans who discovered them, against themselves in family feuds- but never at this scale. Loathing this world’s impurities, a group of mages set it upon themselves to create a new one. One where magic users could be free to live in peace, in utopia. The cause only continued to grow, and as it did, its methods became gradually more extreme. Eventually, this newly born cult decided that the only way to bring in this new beginning was to destroy nearly everything in a magical apocalypse.

What followed was a long, grueling three year war between the cult, and those who refused to let their world die without a fight. The organization was eventually defeated, but not before taking the lives of many along with it.

The magic community was understandably paranoid after the victory. Many of the soldiers who had been lost were simply untrained, lacking the proper experience in a fight to properly defend themselves. Discussions began, on whether better schooling should be put in place, in preparation for future attacks. The mages argued that the chances of this being the last war they would have to face was very slim, and that the new generation should be better prepared. However, there was also a fair amount of hesitance- particularly from families who wished to train their children in certain, specific techniques, and believed that they could be just fine on their own. It was debated for many years, put at a stalemate through the sheer stubbornness of both sides.

That is, until approximately four years ago, thirteen years since that horrid, unspeakable war had begun. Mages began to disappear left and right, of all social statuses. Poor or wealthy, strong or weak, it didn’t matter. At first, the matter was thought to be just a line of unfortunate kidnappings, but as entire bloodlines vanished during the night, it grew into a much more serious issue. Those who remained began to panic, fearing for their own safety, as well as that of their children’s. Within a few months, however, a solution came forth.

The Marchand School of Sorcery (named after a famous general who fell during the war efforts). Built not too long after the disappearances, the academy gives the promise of a safe, nurturing environment, where students can learn how to harness and control their magic without interruption. The staff swore that each and every child sent would be under heavy protection, and with the backing of several prominent bloodlines, families across the world began preparations to send their own son or daughter to this haven.

You are one of these children, preparing for the first day of school- for both you, and the institution itself. Whether your parents or guardian brought you themselves, or you simply took the offered transportation, you have found yourself standing at the gates of Marchand, with no idea of the disappearances that have brought you here. To you, Marchand is little more than a specialized private school. However, the longer you attend, the more things seem...off.

The teachers seem out of place, and far too eccentric for their roles.

The school itself is in the middle of nowhere.

Visits outside campus are heavily restricted at best.

The school has many secrets. What will happen when they are discovered?




Hello, folks! It's Echo again, remaking an old classic RP on mine on here: The Marchand School of Sorcery! It's a fun little magical RP filled with mystery, hijinks, and opportunities for characters to drive the plot through their actions, as well as their dynamics with others. I look forward to starting this and welcoming new players, but first, I need to lay out some ground rules.

- Please be courteous to your fellow players.

- Pictures are not required, although I would appreciate one for your character. It can be whatever media you want- photograph, drawing, etc.

- To clarify, this roleplay takes place in modern day. The students and teachers will all be human mages, so no vampires, werewolves, or other supernatural beings.

- You can have as many characters as you can handle. Students are unlimited, although staff members are. If you would like one, keep in mind you will have to compete for the role, and carry a bit more responsibility.

- No GMing, PPing, Mary Sues, claiming things that didn't happen in canon, etc.

- There’s no posting order, but I would appreciate if you could wait for at least two posts after your most recent before posting again, with some exceptions.

- I would appreciate it if you told us beforehand that you were leaving, or that you are considering leaving, before you do. It's very inconvenient to patch things up after a character's sudden disappearance.

- On a similar note, please check the OOC often for updates on dorm mates, school events, general RP related topics, etc.

- Have fun!














I also gotta work on the CS, but most likely I'll just copy past the Twins' pages like a lazy bum, haha.
@Prosaic Approved!
@VitoftheVoid She looks great! Approved!


“Mr. Roux.”

The professionalism in Dawn’s voice as she greeted Keandre in was impeccable. We are coworkers, her tone said, and I am greeting you as such.

Her eyes, however, were warm. If not somewhat chiding.

With a brisk hand, she patted his arm, subtly offering him a stick of peppermint gum before drawing back.

She returned Isa’s nod as she strode in, clasping her hands behind her back and standing at attention. It didn’t take long for the other Runes to make their way in after her, or for Dawn to identify them as they passed. She had been expected to look through the files of each before they arrived, to familiarize herself with their names and faces and abilities. Ms. Avuna, the Berkano, came first. Then there was Ms. Knight, Mr. Santora, and Ms. Aldridge: Tiwaz, Algiz, and Sowlio, respectively.

“I’m afraid that there is no bar on site, Ms. Knight,” Dawn replied. She spoke softly, but the lilt of an accent still came through. “However, there are a few throughout the city not far from here. Once you have completed your duties, you are free to visit one if you’d wish.”

Purely professional. A face among countless.






Fatigue. Pain, a headache. Nausea.

Cordelia didn’t feel it herself. No. Her own head didn’t hurt, even if it was lost in a mist, and swirling with smoke and secret things. And her stomach was quiet inside her. The aching discomfort was a hum at the edge of her thoughts, a phantom limb with an itch you couldn’t quite scratch. But she could, in some ways. Maybe.

“Hello, hello, Keandre.” Her smile widened. She had been smiling before, but it was wider now. She was always smiling. Was she? Sometimes it felt she wasn’t, but when she would look into the mirror, she would be smiling. It was good to smile. But Keandre was nice, and it was good to be friendly towards people that you liked. She liked to think he was a friend. She set out a bottle of painkillers at the table closest to him, alongside a cup of tea.

She returned Isa’s nod with a wave. “Hello, Isa. There’s tea if you would like any. White Peony.” There was no point in correcting the “Laguz” with her name. To Isa, she had become her rune the moment it stained itself over her heart. That was who she would be now. Perhaps she had never been Cordelia at all, and she was imagining ever being called so at all. It was such a curious thing to think about.

One by one, the other runes, her fellow Runes, entered. One she knew from the clinic. Cordelia had taken the bits and pieces that had hung from her, hung out of her, and put her back together again. Like a puzzle. If puzzles were made out of human flesh. And bled all over your gloves as you worked on them.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best comparison.

It didn’t matter if she recognized the company, or if she didn’t. She treated them all the same, with a smile, a sleepy smile, a dazed sort of smile, and a lift of the tea kettle.

“Good morning, everyone. And hello. You all are welcome to have a cup of tea if you’d like. Or two. There’s honey. And milk.”

She poured herself a cup, then sat down, sipping from the china. All the feelings, the nervousness, the excitement, the stress, hummed around her.
I’ll try and post today! I have a post half written.
@Rabidporcupine Well, he could still write runes, which is a form of magic, but is something regular humans can do in this canon. They just don’t have magic internally like the Runes do. A fair amount of Blessed just use weapons, enchanted or otherwise, though, which means there’s no still a fighting chance.
@Rabidporcupine Unfortunately, Uruz has been taken.
However, you're definitely welcome to make a non-powered human still! Blessed are basically supposed to be characters involved in the action that are pretty much just normal people fighting World Eaters.
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