He had felt and met the eyes of hundreds in his lifetime, and each seemed to reveal the slightest trickle of their owner's soul; but hers, they looked as if they could be read and never understood. It was as if she revealed her entirety through one gaze, and yet it was like she showed nothing at all. It would be infuriating, were it not that the Lilac of her eyes could bring him nothing but intrigue and a stirring in his gut. Her damned eyes.
“No no, I'm alive and all right, dear. Just watch where you're going next time, okay? This courtyard may be stupidly large but it's still looking like a bit of a tight fit in here.”
"Of course miss, my apologies..." He paused for a moment, and upon recognizing he had just apologized twice a look of quiet contempt for himself glimmered in his own eyes. "...Again." He finished in a sort of murmur, knowing himself, he likely would have apologized again were it not that he knew many were not fond of repeated apologies.
Turning his gaze from her, he expected once again that she would leave; however, much to his own surprise, she continued to walk beside him. Not wishing to seem rude he slowed his pace to match hers, and his eyes began to wander; primarily towards the assortment of Professors. He had observed and named nearly half of them, based off his mother and father's descriptions, before the girl beside him spoke again,
“In all honesty, I guess my whole first impressions of this place are kind of... unexpected.”
As his eyes moved back to the girl next to him, an expression of interest spread across his face. He was silent for a few moments, before responding;
"How so?" His gentle voiced asked lightly, displaying his genuine curiosity for her answer, rather than a tone implying he merely responded for the sake of responding.
Despite what he had asked, he understood the root of her statement; despite the hundreds upon hundreds of times his parents had spoken of the school and all it's beauty, he was still caught of guard at the sight of it all. This Institute, Mordhaben, seemed the type of place that would stir wonder and awe in even the most seasoned travelers. It was as if they had stepped into another world, rather than just a campus.
He was beginning to understand why his parents spoke so fondly of the place.
Alex stepped out of the Train, his eyes glancing in a manner that could nearly be described as erratic. He was taking in as much as he could, as quickly as he could when he noticed the rain pooling atop some sort of invisible wall above him. It seemed like a considerate mage had decided to keep the rain away from the students and newcomers, a considerably kind gesture. Walking forward, Alex took care not to bump into anyone as he, and many others, trekked the long path from the train station to the Institute's campus. As he walked, Alexander's mind wandered, reminiscing on the multitude of stories he had heard from his Grandparents and Parents both about the School and the 'adventures' they had there. However, one story they all told repeatedly was the first time they saw Mordhaben's entrance, an Iron gate of indescribable beauty.
As the flock of Students walked further from the Train station, the Academy began to appear in sight, as well as the 'indescribable' gate, which from a distance, looked fairly plain, albeit large. However, as Alex continued to walk towards it, he began to see intricate, beautiful floral designs carved meticulously into the structures Iron. Alex felt a strong surge of familiarity, and wished his Mother was with him so he had someone he could excitedly whisper with. Alas, she was not, and so Alex simply observed the gate's beauty in silence, his awe of the structure increasing with each step he took. Eventually, he was at the gate's entrance, reading the gate's elegantly carved inscription "For the Sake of Progress."
Alex watched, with a smile hidden inside his chest as the Gate opened itself for the Students, and he walked in, unable to resist the sense of fantasy he was enthralled by. Somehow, despite having seen a vast variety of magic and it's casters, Alex was still able to retain a sense of almost child-like wonder at each new ability he encountered. As he continued to walk he surveyed the campus's courtyard with with eyes that, despite his awe, seemed just as narrow as always. One of the many things he had learned from his father was the ability to mask his emotions, for the most part. However, as he looked around the courtyard, he noticed the vast flowerbed with flora of nearly every kind imaginable.
This time, he couldn't contain his joy and a gentle smile spread across his face as he split from the crowd a bit, taking a few moments to observe the Flowers, smelling them occasionally. Each one seemed to radiate a smell greater than the last, regardless of what order you allowed their intoxicating aromas to enter your nose. In addition, each one seemed to have a beauty unique to itself, but the arrangement of the flowers looked stunning both as it's parts and as it's sum. By the time he had bothered to look up, he had found himself nearly two-dozen feet from the rest of the crowd, and quickly promised himself to return to this garden as soon as possible.
Turning, albeit grudgingly, from the flower-bed, he quickly made his way back to the crowd of students. Due to the distraction of such intimate beauty of the flowers in his mind, he paid little attention to his surroundings and soon found himself nearly trampling a young women. Quickly, he attempted to apologize; however, after truly seeing the exquisitely pale girl before him, his tongue seemed to dry out and become useless. His reddened eyes widened for a moment as his chest pounded, before quickly swallowing the emotion she had seemed to produce.
"A-Apologies miss." He said in a low, gentle tone, having finally found his voice. He couldn't help chastising himself; he had nearly ran this poor girl into the ground, and then stared at her for several moments more than would be considered "socially unacceptable" before stuttering out a ridiculously formal apology.
Lord pray she didn't turn and flee from the man on the spot, although he wouldn't altogether blame her if she did.
He may look young, even boyish, but the March Hare is one of the oldest things in wonderland. After all, the first mother needed someone to deliver her child, at least that's what the legends say. Who cares what the doctor himself has to say on the subject?
Personality
As suggested by his lesser known nickname, Alistair is one of the sanest of the Wonderlands; a strange attribute indeed given the disposition of most living in his wondrous world. He's a very sobering man, and his exterior is a course one, often displaying a sense that he isn't interested in being bothered, claiming to prefer the company of his work. However, once one gets past his harsh front, he is an incredibly emphatic man with a poets heart.
He may often appear cynical, and perhaps even pessimistic, however in truth he prefers to be pleasantly surprised and expect disappointed, rather than pray for beauty and be let down. He's a cautious individual, and often holds his cards close to his chest, not often exposing much of himself unless among those he has a true connection with.
Those few lucky enough to see the truth in him will be met with one of the most loving and awestruck men in wonderland, and will likely begin to see the beauty of the world poetry so often alludes to. He considers himself to be something of a philosopher, and has gathered an interest in arts of all kinds. He is a man that can truly see beauty in everything encounters, and his words can teach one to love the beauty he can find.
History
Along with most of the Wonderlanders, where or how Alistair came about is a mystery; However many have come to know the "Why" of his being. Alistair stands as the reasoning in madness, and should one look closely enough they may find that is meant to be taken quite literally; but Alistair himself would never answer in a manner that can definitively define his reasoning for being one of the only sane man in Wonderland. It is whispered that he delivered the Wonderland's first child, and that he will seal it's final casket. Sadly, Alistair rarely responds to these claims, and even more rarely does he give anything resembling a straight answer. He regularly asserts that why he is in Wonderland isn't what matters, but what's important is that he is.
Since Alistair's beginning, if he had one, he has been preforming medicine for those who are ailed by sickness or hurt in war. As a doctor, he refuses to take sides during wars, and will instead nurse members of either side back to health. Due to his amicability towards the people of wonderland regardless of alignment, he has been seen as a respected person. Often times, he will act as a mediator in conflicts, remaining impartial to any loyalty but that of the health of all in wonderland. He can occasionally be requested for council, given that his disposition is ultimately one of a realist, and will always offer advice based upon what is best for all.
However, despite his neutrality towards the conflicts of the Red and White kingdoms, he does appear to be partial towards the white kingdoms, and lives with the Mad Hatter, caring for Alices and any other who may request his aid. During times of conflict however, he has a cabin that is equidistant from the Red and White castles, and he will take position there to aid those harmed by war.
Occupation
The Wonderland Doctor
Crush
(None yet, PM me if you believe your character and mine could have a possible skinny-love or something like that)
Other
Ask him about Poetry, and he'll fall in love with you on the spot, he also has an unnatural talent regarding culinary arts.
Alexander stands at about 6'2 in, and weighs approximately 175 lbs. He is about average for his age, but has a very lean physical build; something that is fairly expected for one with experiance in acrobatics. His eyes and hair stand as a dead giveaway to his heritage, as the combination of red bags under the eyes and natural grey hair is a trait exclusive to the Breckenridge family. Anyone who has ever seen a military recruitment video or advertisement has seen a photo of someone in his family.
Age
19
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Occupation
First Year Student
Personality
Alexander, like most all, is a fairly complex individual; Depending on his circumstances, either his empathy or rationality will take charge of how he thinks. In peaceful, more casual situations he will be relatively quite, albeit strong in presence; not stoic altogether, but his un-required words tend to be rare and worth listening to. He will often be rather amicable, and has a significant "Guardian" quality to him, and is often found looking out for others or breaking up cafeteria fights.
On the contrast however, when in tense or high-risk situations, he will become a particularly cold an efficient individual. His mind will become one of a tactician's, and while he will die in defense of those he finds himself responsible for, the polite and gentle side of him will vanish almost entirely. This contrast in personalities has cost him in more than one way, however ultimately he has found himself to be successful in his goal to protect those around him more often than not.
Switching - Alex is able to "switch" a variety of Human Functions on or off, in a way similar to how one would flip a light-switch. When used, this can cause a variety of effects; including cramping, numbing, and spasms of various limbs. Examples of this ability's use would include Alex "Switching" a trigger finger, leaving a gunman unable to fire their weapon or "Switching" a leg, causing an individual to stumble and fall. The effect lasts for an average of ten seconds, but the time can very depending on Alex's focus.
Stunning - Alexander is also able to induce significant cramps on others, and has an effect very similar to a Taser or stun-gun. He is able to force people into intense periods of physical tension, where one's body will tense in a manner similar to full body Charlie-Horses.
Interests
Philosophy, Poetry, Literature, Art, Music, etc. He's a romantic at heart.
Skills
Acrobatics/Gymnastics, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Average proficiency in firearm use, Field First-Aid, Stealth, and Tactical Understanding.
Biography
To understand the History of Alexander Breckenridge, one must be familiar with the Breckenridge family tree. The first Breckenridge to become a notable public figure was Thomas Malcolm Breckenridge, one of the earliest discernible members of the Unoctocan Military. Now, it is said that the only true royal family are the Breckenridges, a house that has consistently produced significant members of the Unoctocan Empire since 845PW. While the house is not technically a "Royal Family," the power they hold by the house's involvement in Military, Politics, and Technology is rivaled by few, and has gained them the respected moniker mentioned above. The house has many branches, with relatives stretching across the entire expanse of Unoctocan's territory.
Alexander himself was raised by one of the central houses in Mordbauvin, the northwestern part of the Unoctocan Empire. His home was far from any major cities, his parents being retired military had purchased a home far in the country to raise their only son. His Mother was an incredibly kind, charitable woman that had been a Nurse before retirement. Her Magical preference was Biological Restoration, or healing in layman's terms. His father had been a member of the Unoctocan High-Guard, a well respected and powerful military unit known to be used exclusively in dangerous combat zones. His magic was titled "Gravitational Distortion," and did what one might expect.
The widely different methods of parenting his mother and father had reflect in Alexander's rounded development. His mother encouraged him to pursue the Arts, as well as his studies. On the other hand, his Father would often steal him away for hunting trips and combat training, forcing him to become used to firearms and combat situations. Because of this contrast, Alex was forced to play different parts around his parents; being a gentle and caring man around his mother, and a stoic and powerful one with his father. These roles developed into his personality, which is fairly evident if his actions are compared in different scenarios.
Despite all this, Alexander has developed a clear preference towards the part he played around his mother, truly enjoying the romance of poetry and beauty of art. This irritated his Father, not out of distaste for Alexander's preferences, but out of fear that they would drive them apart. So, it was eventually decided that Alex would attend Mordhaben's, and learn what he hoped to do in his life on his own. Alexander is largely unsure of what he intends to do, as he has very conflicting aspirations. On one hand, he adores art in all it's forms and wishes to pursue it in one way or another; on the other hand, Alexander's compulsion to defend and protect others would leave him restless if he pursues a career in art. As such, he is widely grateful for the chance to determine what his future holds at Mordhaben's.
Name: Louis Martin Hugo
Louis is a handsome, rugged young man; He stands at an average height for his age (5'11) with a heavier build than the average boy (205lb). He is impressively muscular, especially when compared to the often lean forms of his peers, although it is clear his muscle-mass was formed for strength and labor, rather than show. Over-all, he looks like a rather plain trade-worker, with the exception of his eyes, which are a uniform milky-white, indicating his blindness. Due to his condition, he often carries a "probing-cane," a long, collapsable, white rod he uses to help avoid bumping into things. His dress is a bit different from the academics and military of the academy, often choosing to wear neutral-toned and rugged work clothing; His wardrobe consists of denim and steel-toed boots, with little variation. However, he isn't without a sense of humor, and can almost always be seen with a pair of protective welding-goggles either hanging from his neck or strapped to his forehead.
Age: 17
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation: First Year Student
Personality: Louis tends to have an air of Stoicism, which is largely due to his blindness and comfort with silence. However, once he opens his mouth, any sense of sage wisdom seems to vanish. In reality he's a simple, albeit charming, young man. He enjoys a good bit of banter, some rough-housing, and a bit of flirting on the regular. However, he's an extremely blunt realist. He won't dance around someone's feelings, nor allow himself to be treated specially because of his disability. In fact, he tends to be a bit rude towards people that treat him as if he's "delicate," and can be a bit difficult to get along with at the start. Especially with people that treat him differently. Surprisingly though, he isn't in the least bit hypocritical with his logic; he demands to be criticized on his behavior or actions regardless of his disability, even in situations one would expect him to ask for a bit of patience.
Magic Type Preference: Enchanting - Armour Innate Magic Talent: Durability Modification Interests: Fishing, Reading, and Tobacco. Skills: Pottery, Sculpting, Sewing, Cooking, and about any work he can do with his hands and a little bit of training.
Biography:
Louis was not born blind, but was made blind, by "witnessing" something few others can speak of escaping.
Louis was born into a fairly small frontier town on the western edges of the Unoctocan Empire's borders, a town by the name of Chesroe. His family was made of farmers, and given the state of the land in that region, their options regarding fertile land were limited; it was because of this they lived a short distance from the town itself, on a small, impromptu farm that the family had built themselves. Life was simple for a time, as Louis was too young to do much of the heavier work around the farm he helped his mother and older sister around the house for the most part. He was taught how to clean, cook, and sew alongside the women of his family, and would be expected to do so until he was old enough to start doing some of the harder labour - when he turned seven or eight years old. He would help around the house, making sure that his Father and older brother would be able to rest and relax after their long hours in the fields and stables.
During the fall and winter, his family would make frequent trips to the nearby frontier town to trade crops and meats for a variety of supplies needed to keep them warm throughout the colder seasons. It was during one of these trips that the event which lead to Louis's blindness occurred.
It had been during the Winter of Louis's second year working the fields with his Father and Brother; when he was twelve years old. The family trips to the nearby town had been restricted in frequency lately, as a flu -or something similar- had began to spread around the town. People were getting sick all over the place, and it was concerning Louis's mother and father. As Louis had been a bit sickly as a younger child, (and because he was old enough to look after himself for the relatively short trip) his parents had opted to leave him at the Farm while they went into town, hoping to avoid the difficulties that came with a sick child in the winter. The last thing Louis remembers seeing was a bright light begin to descend from the sky towards the town, before everything around him became dark.
After the Incident, Louis was taken in by a fellow family of Farmers that hadn't witnessed the event, but found Louis blindly wandering their fields for a short bit of time; but his inability to work for his food made it impossible for the family to afford caring for him, and he was taken in by the State. He moved from foster-house to foster-house for a while, seemingly unable to find a family that was willing to support a "broken" child. During this time he discovered his magical preference, and was taught by state tutors how to read braille. Eventually, primarily due to the lack of families willing or able to foster him indefinitely, he was "given" to Mordhaben's, where he could stay after "aging out" of the present foster system.
Alexander stands at about 6'2in, and weighs approximately 175 lbs. He is about average for his age, but has a very lean physical build; something that is fairly expected for one with experiance in acrobatics. His eyes and hair stand as a dead giveaway to his heritage, as the combination of red bags under the eyes and natural grey hair is a trait exclusive to the Breckenridge family. Anyone who has ever seen a military recruitment video or advertisement has seen a photo of someone in his family.
Age
17
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Occupation
First Year Student
Personality
Alexander, like most all, is a fairly complex individual; Depending on his circumstances, either his empathy or rationality will take charge of how he thinks. In peaceful, more casual situations he will be relatively quite, albeit strong in presence; not stoic altogether, but his un-required words tend to be rare and worth listening to. He will often be rather amicable, and has a significant "Guardian" quality to him, and is often found looking out for others or breaking up cafeteria fights.
On the contrast however, when in tense or high-risk situations, he will become a particularly cold an efficient individual. His mind will become one of a tactician's, and while he will die in defense of those he finds himself responsible for, the polite and gentle side of him will vanish almost entirely. This contrast in personalities has cost him in more than one way, however ultimately he has found himself to be successful in his goal to protect those around him more often than not.
Switching - Alex is able to "switch" a variety of Human Functions on or off, in a way similar to how one would flip a light-switch. When used, this can cause a variety of effects; including cramping, numbing, and spasms of various limbs. Examples of this ability's use would include Alex "Switching" a trigger finger, leaving a gunman unable to fire their weapon or "Switching" a leg, causing an individual to stumble and fall. The effect lasts for an average of ten seconds, but the time can very depending on Alex's focus.
Stunning - Alexander is also able to induce significant cramps on others, and has an effect very similar to a Taser or stun-gun. He is able to force people into intense periods of physical tension, where one's body will tense in a manner similar to full body Charlie-Horses.
Interests
Philosophy, Poetry, Literature, Art, Music, etc. He's a romantic at heart.
Skills
Acrobatics/Gymnastics, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Average proficiency in firearm use, Field First-Aid, Stealth, and Tactical Understanding.
Biography
To understand the History of Alexander Breckenridge, one must be familiar with the Breckenridge family tree. The first Breckenridge to become a notable public figure was Thomas Malcolm Breckenridge, one of the earliest discernible members of the Unoctocan Military. Now, it is said that the only true royal family are the Breckenridges, a house that has consistently produced significant members of the Unoctocan Empire since 845PW. While the house is not technically a "Royal Family," the power they hold by the house's involvement in Military, Politics, and Technology is rivaled by few, and has gained them the respected moniker mentioned above. The house has many branches, with relatives stretching across the entire expanse of Unoctocan's territory.
Alexander himself was raised by one of the central houses in Mordbauvin, the northwestern part of the Unoctocan Empire. His home was far from any major cities, his parents being retired military had purchased a home far in the country to raise their only son. His Mother was an incredibly kind, charitable woman that had been a Nurse before retirement. Her Magical preference was Biological Restoration, or healing in layman's terms. His father had been a member of the Unoctocan High-Guard, a well respected and powerful military unit known to be used exclusively in dangerous combat zones. His magic was titled "Gravitational Distortion," and did what one might expect.
The widely different methods of parenting his mother and father had reflect in Alexander's rounded development. His mother encouraged him to pursue the Arts, as well as his studies. On the other hand, his Father would often steal him away for hunting trips and combat training, forcing him to become used to firearms and combat situations. Because of this contrast, Alex was forced to play different parts around his parents; being a gentle and caring man around his mother, and a stoic and powerful one with his father. These roles developed into his personality, which is fairly evident if his actions are compared in different scenarios.
Despite all this, Alexander has developed a clear preference towards the part he played around his mother, truly enjoying the romance of poetry and beauty of art. This irritated his Father, not out of distaste for Alexander's preferences, but out of fear that they would drive them apart. So, it was eventually decided that Alex would attend Mordhaben's, and learn what he hoped to do in his life on his own. Alexander is largely unsure of what he intends to do, as he has very conflicting aspirations. On one hand, he adores art in all it's forms and wishes to pursue it in one way or another; on the other hand, Alexander's compulsion to defend and protect others would leave him restless if he pursues a career in art. As such, he is widely grateful for the chance to determine what his future holds at Mordhaben's.
@Magister He believes himself to be a seperate being, is what follows Nicodemus. He feels no need to ever make himself known as Nicodemus, as he doesn't think he is Nicodemus.
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