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Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

Fyodor watched the scene unfold before him with mild disinterest. His uniform matched the Templars', albeit his sported none of the trimmings. His eyes were keen on watching the interaction between both Scion and Templar on Time, and he didn't seem happy with it. Tyler's departure and Lucas remaining in place seemed to affirm something to him, but he wouldn't act on it. He didn't seem all too surprised at Ionna's antics, either, only watching with amusement as the young princess eyed the container with bright eyes. Instead, he gave Theobald his full attention when he was approached, but he did seem a touch surprised at the sudden salute. It had been years since he had been saluted by someone who wasn't with the church.

"The pleasure is mine, Your Holiness," He responded in his typical, gruff manner. "I hope your visit so far is to your liking."

Meanwhile, Princess Rosemary had a decision to make. She held herself to the proper stature that a princess of her station should, as was drilled into her head every day by her instructors. But the moment she laid eyes on the container, they seemed entranced as she watched others approach it. She turned to Sonia and immediately tugged on her sleeve. The much taller woman, used to the princess' signals, knelt down swiftly. Rosemary whispered something into her ear, and Sonia gestured for her to go. Once she received confirmation, the young girl bounced towards the small group gathered around Ionna, though she hesitated as she looked at both the Scion and Templar of Wind.

The young girl lifted the skirt of her golden dress and gave them a curtsy. Once she lifted her head, she reached into the container and swiped the first cookie her small hands could grab. "Um...Papa told me that the sky was raining stars when I was born," She offered her interesting fact, letting all of two seconds pass to let her information sink in before immediately biting into the cookie. "What's a 'Weezys'?" She asked after she finished chewing.

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“You who reads this seek my memory with the power which She bestowed upon you. Only those with my eyes will see the prophecy I have laid out. The truth is only hidden to those who do not seek it–”

With a gasp, the monotone words came to an anticlimactic end. Lucas barely managed to catch himself on the desk, his knee slamming into a leg as he clung on to keep himself from falling. His entire body shook as he tried to catch his breath, but the shock wore off quickly as anger took its place. He made himself steady and immediately flipped the desk over, knocking everything on it to the ground. He barely reacted as he heard glass shatter onto the ground and pages tore and ripped, instead choosing to stare at the ceiling.

“‘Hidden to those who do not seek it’ my ass,” He huffed in frustration, brushing back his bangs off his forehead. He was all sweaty now, too, what the fuck was going on? His body was reacting poorly to the scroll, and he couldn’t figure out why. His only solace was that he had heard most of it this time, so it was progress.

After a few minutes, he lazily gestured towards the mess he had created. ”Sicut erat,” He muttered, watching as the desk lifted itself and everything went back to its proper place. He caught the scroll in mid-air, taking care to wrap it up properly before placing it down. Alright, he knew what he needed to do now. The Goddess had a wicked sense of humor if he was supposed to be the one to shepard people.

He straightened as he heard a knock on the door. “Your Highness, the car will be here in half an hour. Your father has asked if you’re ready,” A voice asked him.

Considering how he was dripping in sweat and his hair was messed up again, the answer was a resounding ‘no.’

Lucas took a few seconds to compose himself and opened the door. “Have someone put everything back where it was,” He told the servant, walking past them.

“Are you alright, Your Highness?” The servant asked worriedly.

“I’m peachy,” He replied.

“It’s just that you seem shaken–”

“I’m fine,” He rolled his eyes, waving his concern off. “Don’t delay the car, just have James ready with my outfit.”

Despite the servant’s initial hesitation, he scampered off. Lucas’ stride slowed down as he saw his vision blur, his hand slamming against the wall as he caught himself. Taking in a deep breath, he forced himself to continue walking. This Scion crap was complete bullshit, no one said anything about any side effects. He needed to get himself together, and the first step towards that was a shower.

“Stupid church bullshit…”

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The sun was just starting to dip into the horizon, painting the numerous white and bronze buildings vermillion. The people came from all over, some from their homes, others from transport, but they walked with a purpose, and they were all walking towards the Cathedra Incepta of Juniperus. The church knights stood at the ready, watching the populace, and the knights within the church donned their traditional armor. Sunbeams filtered through stained glass windows depicting the Goddess and the original Scions, their colors dancing across the floors. The air carried a scent of juniper and sacred incense, giving a sense of peace and reverence underneath the buzz of excitement. Statues of the Scions, carved with exquisite detail, watched all who entered.

While the general populace filtered in and took their seats, history was being made in another room. The air in here was much quieter, much more pensive as everyone was silent. The Scions and their Templars waited, the Commander standing at attention with his right hand at his side. Finally, the doors opened and drew the room’s attention, and the Prince of Estora strolled in alone. Dressed in a suit adorned with the Estoran star, the prince looked like any other royal. His hair was slicked back and away from his face, green eyes staring straight ahead with an unreadable expression on his face. He didn’t bother looking at anyone, stopping in front of High Cardinal Margaret and saying nothing.

“Thank you for joining us, Your Highness,” Margaret greeted him kindly, giving him a proper bow. She turned to the group at large, clasping her hands together. “While this will be His Highness’ public debut as the Scion of Time, we alone will bear witness to the Blessing. For those unaware, this is High Prince Lucas Estora the tenth. The Goddess has chosen him as an inheritor to her power.”

She looked at Fyodor expectantly, though was surprised when Lucas immediately walked away from the group and towards the empty space close to the altar. He stopped and pointed at the ground, drawing a circle in the air. Mana formed a thin circle around the area he pointed at, glowing brighter as he stepped in, waiting.

Tyler Morris emerged from the rear of the chapel, face set in stoic indifference as he crossed the dais in his latest walk of shame. The pageantry hardly seemed necessary. No one in this room, himself included, wanted to see him up there at the altar; they should just skip the whole ordeal and let the prince slap him across the face to bless him as he deserved.

Dutifully, he took his place in the circle before Lucas, daring to meet his eyes apologetically for only a moment before he knelt in preparation for the ceremony. Tyler had arrived that morning intending to goad the prince at least a little, maybe wave to the crowd, get a few angry grumbles - but in the moment, all he felt was shame. Even on his knees, he wasn’t worthy.

So he simply hung his head and waited.

Lucas watched Tyler in silence, though once he was in place, he let out a small sigh. Lifting his right hand, he exhaled quietly, letting himself feel the mana around him. After a few seconds passed, it looked like there were glittering lights around them and they slowly began to move.

“Sir Tyler Morris, do you vow to walk unflinchingly in the ways of the Goddess, wheresoever She may lead?” Lucas asked, staring down at Tyler.

Tyler remained mostly still, though the hand draped across his knee clenched at the words. Ah, what a joke they had made this out to be. The little script was the worst part; last time he’d said it with gusto.

“With the Mother to guard me, I do,” he replied, flat and robotic.

“Do you vow to shepherd your charge dutifully, and to stand watch on every side, that he may never be led astray?”

Tyler tilted his head to eye Fyodor and flashed a cheeky smirk. “With the Mother to guide me, I do.”

Fyodor let out a deep sigh, unamused.

Lucas ignored it and continued, “Do you vow to defend your charge with all your strength of arm, heart, and mind, at the cost of your very life?”

“With the Mother to strengthen me, I do.”

The mana around them began to circle the pair, and Lucas closed the gap between them. “Where would you like your minor sigil?” He asked him.

“Just embarrass me and get it over with,” Tyler huffed.

Lucas did everything in his power not to roll his eyes, though a groan audible only to Tyler did escape. He knelt down a touch and pressed his fingers between Tyler’s shoulder blades, closing his eyes as he prayed to the Goddess silently.

”May Anani guide my path,” He muttered to himself.

At that point, Lucas’ holy sigil glowed on his forehead, causing the mana around them to do the same. Lucas pressed his hand fully on the spot and mana burst from his touch. Raising his hand, the mana followed, snapping and twisting downward as he released it. The mana around them converged at the spot, the light dimming and forming the minor holy sigil.

“Rise, Sir Tyler Morris, Templar of Time, and stand before the Goddess and the Church, a new creation,” Lucas ordered, taking a step backwards.

Tyler gritted his teeth as tendrils of mana seared into his back again, bringing with it the familiar surge of power he’d sorely missed. No, it wasn’t quite like Theo’s. It was stronger, harsher; either Theodore had been too gentle for his own good or the investiture had been stronger this time. Not that he intended to let His Highness know; that prick had a big enough head even before the Mother catapulted him to greatness.

Though Tyler heard the request just fine, he didn’t entertain it immediately. He drew in a deep breath and, upon exhaling, took in the flow of the world. His heart, previously pounding, slowed in an instant. Everything slowed. The room faded away and in its place was the nebulous time inbetween the seconds that only he and Theo- he and his Scion could bear witness to.

He’d sorely missed it.

Tyler flicked his gaze up to Lucas, just to see if he’d noticed the little stunt, then rose as lethargically as he could, though an onlooker would surely see him moving as he always did, if not a bit faster, as the brand on his back lit ablaze through his uniform. The moment rushed back to greet him as he reached his full height, and the room began to flow again as Tyler turned around to face it.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

Lucas didn’t miss the gaze or the show of power, eyes narrowing a touch, but once Tyler stood, he let it go. For now. Adjusting his sleeve, he stepped down from the altar, the circle disappearing fully. While he was seemingly annoyed by his Templar, his eyes were directly on the high cardinal.

Margaret wasn’t pleased, but she stepped forward and gave the pair a bow nonetheless. “And thus the Goddess has answered your prayers,” She said as she lifted her head, eyes focused on Lucas. She didn’t linger for too long before she turned back to Fyodor. “I will await you in the main hall, I’m certain Irina will be here with the Templars’ armor any minute now. If you’ll excuse me, Holy Ones.”

She departed the room shortly afterwards and left the Scions with their Templars. Once she was gone, Lucas gave Tyler his full attention. “You were quick to try it out again,” He commented. “I want to know if you’re going to continue that or if you’re going to bore me. If you end up giving me that sad, puppy dog look again I might throw up.”

“Had to make sure I didn’t get rusty,” Tyler responded as he descended the altar to face Lucas, “Out of practice, y’know.” That wasn’t the reaction he’d expected, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain if the prince elected never to bring up Theodore again. “I will endeavor to keep you as entertained as possible, if that is Your Highness’ wish.”

Lucas quirked an eyebrow, eyes watching Tyler for a moment. The corner of his lip almost perked up, but he contained himself. Instead, he once again closed the gap between them. “I can’t decide if that’s entertaining or annoying,” He admitted, still searching Tyler’s face. “Templar you may be, but I need someone that can think outside of their duties. Or are you content with being someone else’s dog again for the rest of your days?”

Tyler pursed his lips, though he kept his casual demeanor for the sake of appearances. “I haven’t been a dog in years, Your Highness. Such an insinuation is almost insulting.” To Theo or himself, he wasn’t sure.

Lucas doubted that, but kept it to himself. “Is it? Because last I recall, Theodore slipped away and ordered you to stay put, and you obeyed instead of immediately going to him,” He reminded him.

The Templar’s face sunk into a petulant sneer. So much for decorum, though he’d extensively prepared for this eventuality regardless.

“Are you suggesting I keep you on a tighter leash? I entertained your cousin’s whims because I trust him, not because he ordered me to do anything. But if you’d prefer I never let you out of my sight, that can be arranged.” This wasn’t his first rodeo; he wasn’t a new knight blinded by the honor of standing in a Scion’s presence. He knew what pull he did and didn’t have. And he also knew that the Church would agree if he decided a canary was always safer in a cage, even if it ended up too depressed to sing.

Lucas narrowed his eyes at Tyler, something at the tip of his tongue as a pang of anger hit him. He seemed to change his mind, instead stating, “Scions are considered above most, and it’s understandable to think you could leash me. But I’ll remind you that I’m not like others–should my father win his claim, I’ll be in line for the Estoran throne.”

He did take a second to step back and look Tyler up and down. “That and I don’t think you could,” He admitted with a half-shrug.

Would throwing a prince on the ground in the middle of the Cathedra Incepta make Tyler happy? Incredibly so. Would it be worth it? He wasn’t sure yet.

“Well, let’s hope I never have to prove you wrong. I’d hate to embarrass my future liege,” Tyler quipped, unimpressed. “Or you can keep dropping his name and we’ll see what happens.”

Lucas shook his head, wagging a finger at Tyler. “Oh…being the sensitive type doesn’t suit you,” He chided him. Instead of putting his hand down, however, he outright pinched Tyler’s cheek. “You’re going to need to get some thicker skin, because now that you’re back to being the Time Templar, everyone is going to be bringing up Theodore. Or are you going to get in a fistfight with everyone in the church?”

Tyler glanced down at the hand on his cheek, but didn’t bother to slap it away.

“If necessary,” he responded flatly, “But I haven’t slapped you yet, have I?” Everyone already talked, that wasn’t a new occurrence. Besides, he always said he’d fight any man, and he meant any man.

Lucas pinched harder before letting go, though he then gave him a light slap on the same cheek. “We’ll see how long you can hold yourself back,” He said. “If I have to train you to be what I need, so be it. Otherwise I’ll find someone else.”

Tyler only hummed, as if considering the words and not dismissing them the moment they crossed his ears. “You should ask the commander how that’s working for him. Am I dismissed, Your Highness?”

Lucas nodded, waving him away. “Try to get along well with the other children, I don’t want to have to pull you off anyone.”

Tyler placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head in farewell. “As you wish. And I’m older than you, respect your elders.”

Lucas was unamused.

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The Estoran Star

Lucas Estora

________________________________________ High Prince Lucas Estora X Male | 24 | Estora Scion of Time _______________________________________________ "For such a reserved prince, he's certainly...promiscuous." ________________________________________

"Unless you have something to offer me, get out of my face." Holy Sigil Location His holy sigil appears on his forehead. Appearance Tall, dark, and handsome, Lucas' genetics have determined to sculpt him into a fine image. His features are sharp, his green eyes piercing and looking as if they stare right through you. He keeps his body in good shape and makes sure to dress himself in the finest of the fine. He's long since given up on taming his dark hair, albeit some argue it gives him a rugged touch. For whatever reason, his classically handsome looks draw the eyes of everyone whether he wants it to or not--but if the rumors are true, he certainly doesn't try to hide himself. Personality Prince Lucas is about as cold as it gets. His rudeness is somewhat legendary among the royalty, and he famously walked away in the middle of a conversation with the princess of Rosaria, claiming he had been bored of the conversation. He's blunt and unapologetic, often throwing people off guard as he is usually seen as a stoic thing. He is quick to anger and quicker to snap at someone with a sardonic remark, and even those he is interested in aren't shielded from his remarks. He also constantly violates the idea of personal space, freely touching whoever he pleases, and has a contradictory charm to him when he does express an interest in someone. He's quite forward in that regard, his directness often working in his favor, though he's quick to cut people off once he's gotten what he wanted. Many wonder what's to become of him, but others have pointed out that despite outright burning bridges, people still come to him. Some blame the loss of his cousin on his attitude, but those in the know are aware that Lucas has always been like this. Biography Born the second son to the twin heirs of the throne, Lucas was often left to his own devices. His childhood was uneventful in that regard and he was left to do as he pleased. His brother, Arthur, was the golden child and overachiever, so Lucas let himself indulge in his interests. As he got older, that included indulging him in whoever he pleased, as many were all too happy to throw themselves at his feet. As they were close in age, he was often made to get along with Theodore. The two often spoke of history and scripture, though Lucas thought Theodore's desire for peace later on in life was the stupidest thing he had ever heard. Theodore nonetheless entertained his cousin and they debated often. His disappearance was a shock to everyone, and his death ended up rocking the family. Even if he was from a branch family, Theodore was still an Estoran, and there was much criticism laid down at the church. On hearing that the Templar was still employed, Lucas was in disbelief. However, a few months later, he was plagued by dreams of a figure made of light and a creature of darkness. They kept him up for weeks until his sigil showed up on his forehead, and those dreams turned into a sudden flash during the day. It was so bad it resulted in cutting him off mid-sentence, and he ended up on the floor muttering incomprehensible words. He shut himself in the royal library for a week after that incident, pouring over old literature to make sense of his situation. He emerged and refused to speak a word of it to anyone, and packed up and went to Veradis to await his induction and Templar. Weapon of Choice Lucas has been trained to use a longsword and a handgun. The idea of using either doesn't really cross his mind considering his status. Misc. I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Has a surprisingly good relationship with the current Scion of Light, having met at his brother's wedding to her sister. Odd since he can't stand children. Is the royal that has participated in the most fist fights.

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Bianca Esperanza

________________________________________ Carlotta Bianca Esperanza Female | 27 | Rosaria Templar of Earth _______________________________________________ "Wasn't that Duke Navarro's mistress? ________________________________________

"Please don't assume my soft way of speaking means I'm demure. Silk hides steel efficiently." Minor Holy Sigil Location Her charge has placed it on her forehead. She was not amused by this. Appearance At five feet seven inches, Bianca is slightly taller than average with round facial features. She's in tip-top physical shape and ensures she stays that way, putting a lot of effort into maintaining herself at her peak. She has let her brown, wavy hair grow long in her years of service, finding it compliments her green eyes. Her clothing varies but is always easy to move around in, and it's rumored she can sprint in high heels. Personality So long as she keeps her mouth closed, Bianca can be mistaken for a cold if somewhat distant person. In truth she is a friendly person, always open for conversation and can talk to just about anyone. She has no issues offering her opinion on a matter, and is generally open minded, making her easy to talk to. She is a kind person at her core, always willing to guide and quick to play peacemaker. She will never let you down, even the idea of disappointing someone makes her always put in her total effort. As a result she is quick to help out those in need. Still, she puts a lot of pressure on herself even if she is told to take it easy. Polite and usually keeping a calm head, she seems out of place among the Templars, though she transforms somewhat when a battle is to be had. She tunes out all her doubts and manages to keep her head in the game at all times. Despite her warm and gentle nature, she seems to avoid opening up to people even though she likes it when people confide in her. Her tendency to keep people at a distance is somewhat contradictory, often confusing people, and she has a lot of trouble expressing her emotions. Should she be crossed, she keeps her gentle demeanor, though becomes passive aggressive and is exceedingly firm when she needs to be. She also has a surprising cynical view on things. Biography The second daughter and overall fourth of a Sir Agustin, Bianca lived a typical life. Her family had served Duchess Manuela Santiago for years, her mother and sister working as maids while her brothers and father served as his knights. She followed in her father's footsteps and became a page at a young age, having the desire and talent to become a knight. She squired under Sir Benjamin until she was a knight herself and was placed in charge of the duchess' oldest son, Diego. Despite her young age, she took her job seriously, especially after a monster attack robbed the House of Santiago of Manuela and put Diego in charge as he had no sisters. He stepped into the role of duke flawlessly and together with his wife ensured the continuation of his house. After his mother's death, Diego approached Bianca and asked her to help him personally with his duties. While she felt she wasn't qualified, she did her best, often representing Diego in certain matters. At some point she felt more like a secretary rather than a knight, but convinced herself it would be temporary. As thanks, she was often invited to family dinners, sometimes with Diego alone. After about six months, Agustin ended up developing early on-set dementia, and Diego assured Bianca that he would pay for the best care in exchange for her continued service. She agreed and was beyond grateful, but she noticed the invitations to dinner increased, and she was surprised when she would show up and Diego would dine with her alone. He often claimed his wife was ill, and despite not wanting to assume the worst, accepted it after she confirmed it with his wife that she hadn't been feeling well and got her blessing to accompany him instead. Eventually, the dinners stopped, and she was relieved. Unfortunately, it was followed by a massive scandal that exposed Diego's crime of money laundering. What was worse was that he found a way to throw Bianca under the bus by insinuating she had been trading favors in exchange for the care of her father. Why he thought to drag her down with him, she had no idea, but word spread like wildfire and she found herself having to defend her position from everyone. Eventually, the queen ordered for his assets to be seized in order to repay his debts, and Diego was stripped of his title. Now wayward and aimless, Bianca had no idea what to do with herself. Her siblings were able to find work elsewhere to support themselves, but she was denied every time due to the scandal despite it being a lie. It left her dejected, and eventually she turned to the church to offer her services. She was welcomed, and despite knowing she did nothing wrong, asked for forgiveness. She ended up taking a wrong turn one day and bore witness to a training regimen led by Templar Irina. She was entranced by the passion and effort, admiring the Templar, and ended up submitting an application the same day. While working for the church for the rest of her life protecting a Scion wasn't her first choice, watching the Templars train had lit up a small spark in her. To her absolute shock, it went through, and she found herself being trained by the same Templar she saw that day. Granted, it was a grueling experience that seemed better from the outside in, but Irina had beat out any doubts about her desire to be a knight. After around four years of training, she became a Templar, ready to serve. Weapon of Choice She isn't a fan of pistols and has one at her side just in case, but her eyes light up at the chance to use a shotgun. Misc. Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise, I must think of a new life--and I mustn't give in. Hates her first name and goes by her middle name :)

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Bianca Esperanza

________________________________________ Carlotta Bianca Esperanza Female | 27 | Rosaria Templar of Earth _______________________________________________ "Wasn't that Duke Navarro's mistress? ________________________________________

"Please don't assume my soft way of speaking means I'm demure. Silk hides steel efficiently." Minor Holy Sigil Location Her charge has placed it on her forehead. She was not amused by this. Appearance At five feet seven inches, Bianca is slightly taller than average with soft facial features. She's in tip-top physical shape and ensures she stays that way, putting a lot of effort into maintaining herself at her peak. She has let her brown, wavy hair grow long in her years of service, finding it compliments her green eyes. Her clothing varies but is always easy to move around in, and it's rumored she can sprint in high heels. Personality So long as she keeps her mouth closed, Bianca can be mistaken for a cold if somewhat distant person. In truth she is a friendly person, always open for conversation and can talk to just about anyone. She has no issues offering her opinion on a matter, and is generally open minded, making her easy to talk to. She is a kind person at her core, always willing to guide and quick to play peacemaker. She will never let you down, even the idea of disappointing someone makes her always put in her total effort. As a result she is quick to help out those in need. Still, she puts a lot of pressure on herself even if she is told to take it easy. Polite and usually keeping a calm head, she seems out of place among the Templars, though she transforms somewhat when a battle is to be had. She tunes out all her doubts and manages to keep her head in the game at all times. Despite her warm and gentle nature, she seems to avoid opening up to people even though she likes it when people confide in her. Her tendency to keep people at a distance is somewhat contradictory, often confusing people, and she has a lot of trouble expressing her emotions. Should she be crossed, she keeps her gentle demeanor, though becomes passive aggressive and is exceedingly firm when she needs to be. She also has a surprising cynical view on things. Biography The second daughter and overall fourth of a Sir Agustin, Bianca lived a typical life. Her family had served Duchess Manuela Santiago for years, her mother and sister working as maids while her brothers and father served as his knights. She followed in her father's footsteps and became a page at a young age, having the desire and talent to become a knight. She squired under Sir Benjamin until she was a knight herself and was placed in charge of the duchess' oldest son, Diego. Despite her young age, she took her job seriously, especially after a monster attack robbed the House of Santiago of Manuela and put Diego in charge as he had no sisters. He stepped into the role of duke flawlessly and together with his wife ensured the continuation of his house. After his mother's death, Diego approached Bianca and asked her to help him personally with his duties. While she felt she wasn't qualified, she did her best, often representing Diego in certain matters. At some point she felt more like a secretary rather than a knight, but convinced herself it would be temporary. As thanks, she was often invited to family dinners, sometimes with Diego alone. After about six months, Agustin ended up developing early on-set dementia, and Diego assured Bianca that he would pay for the best care in exchange for her continued service. She agreed and was beyond grateful, but she noticed the invitations to dinner increased, and she was surprised when she would show up and Diego would dine with her alone. He often claimed his wife was ill, and despite not wanting to assume the worst, accepted it after she confirmed it with his wife that she hadn't been feeling well and got her blessing to accompany him instead. Eventually, the dinners stopped, and she was relieved. Unfortunately, it was followed by a massive scandal that exposed Diego's crime of money laundering. What was worse was that he found a way to throw Bianca under the bus by insinuating she had been trading favors in exchange for the care of her father. Why he thought to drag her down with him, she had no idea, but word spread like wildfire and she found herself having to defend her position from everyone. Eventually, the queen ordered for his assets to be seized in order to repay his debts, and Diego was stripped of his title. Now wayward and aimless, Bianca had no idea what to do with herself. Her siblings were able to find work elsewhere to support themselves, but she was denied every time due to the scandal despite it being a lie. It left her dejected, and eventually she turned to the church to offer her services. She was welcomed, and despite knowing she did nothing wrong, asked for forgiveness. She ended up taking a wrong turn one day and bore witness to a training regimen led by Templar Irina. She was entranced by the passion and effort, admiring the Templar, and ended up submitting an application the same day. While working for the church for the rest of her life protecting a Scion wasn't her first choice, watching the Templars train had lit up a small spark in her. To her absolute shock, it went through, and she found herself being trained by the same Templar she saw that day. Granted, it was a grueling experience that seemed better from the outside in, but Irina had beat out any doubts about her desire to be a knight. After around four years of training, she became a Templar, ready to serve. Weapon of Choice She has trained with a longsword since childhood and isn't a fan of pistols but has one at her side just in case. Her eyes will light up at the chance to use a shotgun, though. Misc. Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise, I must think of a new life--and I mustn't give in. Hates her first name and goes by her middle name Idolizes Templar Irina. Loves herbal tea and rainy days. Can't keep a plant alive no matter how hard she tries.

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Thanks everyone for making my job harder than it was supposed to be I wanted this done yesterday >:[

You're all wonderful and this was a hard decision to make but ultimately this is the cast now

Maya @Obscene Symphony
Tyler @Scribe of Thoth
Hollyhock @OwO
Dom @Abstract Proxy
Edmund @webboysurf
Kasper @Olive Fontaine
Sara @Stern Algorithm
Baldy @Xiro Zean
Justinian @Raijinslayer
Ionna @McMolly

Appreciate you all

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last day for apps :)

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Bump 'cause still lookin' for sheets

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Sheets will be fully reviewed on the weekend and I'll make my decision on acceptances then. :)

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Church Officials

...	Church Officials
.............................................................	High Cardinal Margaret Upholder of the church's rules and ideals, High Cardinal Margaret has been known for her humility, emphasis on the goddess' mercy, concern for the poor, and commitment to interreligious dialogue. She will never turn down a soul in need and is famous to making time for anyone regardless of their background. She is typically soft spoken and in her age carries much wisdom gained from her experiences. She also shares the common belief that a Scion's magic is a sacred blessing and is irrefutable proof of the Goddess and her power. As such, she is the main reason that Templars monitor the usage of a Scion's magic. While Fyodor trains the Templars and Elijah tends to act as an intermediate, it is ultimately her decisions and judgment that is passed when it comes to a Scion's actions. ............................................................................
.............................................................	Archbishop Elijah If Margaret is the authority and Fyodor is the enforcer, then Elijah is the heart of the church. Officially, he oversees the clergy and takes care of donations, but unofficially he is the go-to between everyone and Margaret and Fyodor. A kindly, cheerful man, he is the one most nobles and royalty meet with. He is personable, humble, and incredibly empathetic. He has a good relationship with just about everyone, although some have noticed he has a tendency to let Fyodor bulldoze him. When it comes down to it, however, Elijah will remain stern when needed, and is always willing to step up to help when he can.
.............................................................	Commander Fyodor The famous commander of the Rodion-Kaudus war of '48, Fyodor's name is commonplace wherever there is a weapon. He was asked to take over the training of Templars once the war was done and accepted, leaving behind his home to hone Templars into the finest of the fine. Not much is known about his background and his personal life--he rarely opens up as it is so it's unlikely to ever come to light--but what is known is that he has been in the military from a young age and climbed through the ranks on merit alone. He is stern, no-nonsense, and takes his job seriously. He bases his judgment on logic and refuses to let personal feelings get in the way, and many say that that has led to his success. It was because of his judgment that Templars come from an assortment of backgrounds as they were originally limited to those of the church, but he argued that talent was everywhere. That said, he can come off as callous at the worst of times, but it's obvious he takes his job seriously. After all, he went out of his way to learn how to use a smartphone to more efficiently communicate with the elemental Templars.
.............................................................	Dame Irina Albakova Templar Originally hailing from Rodion, Dame Irina has been a prominent feature of the Ordo Templi for almost two decades. In that time, she has come to serve Commander Fyodor in a number of important but unofficial roles, often assisting him in the training and discipline of recruits. Stern and uncompromising, any Templar who received their training within the past decade is familiar with her harsh reprimands and brutal methods - as well as her undeniable results. Possessed of a quiet piety and unbending will, she carries herself with all the dignity befitting her station, thinly veiling a palpable savagery underneath. Given her demonstrated excellence and considerable experience as a Templar, many among the ranks take her continued lack of assignment to a Scion as an indication that Commander Fyodor is reserving her as his successor. However, neither Irina nor the Commander have spoken publicly on the matter.

Government Officials

...	Government Officials
.............................................................	Dowager Prince Henry Bachmeier Veradis Principality of Veradis The Estora Federation's current Minister of Foreign Intelligence, father of the current ruler of Veradis Prince Rowan, and Princess Rosemary's grandfather. A powerful man with an even temperament and a sharpness that would make swords wince, Henry is a man who is always aware of what is happening at all times. There is little that truly surprises him and less that gives him a genuine reason for concern, he is always calm and collected and moves and acts with purpose. He has a wide web of connections and learns things at an alarming speed. An accomplished mage, he is always moving about and is never content with staying in one place for too long, though he always makes time for his granddaughter and is notoriously overprotective of her. Many find his adoration of his granddaughter humorous as he was a very stern father, yet spoils Rosemary every chance he gets.
.............................................................	Dr. Eliseo Rhaveus Adjunct Professor, Université de Sc-Thomas-des-Ombres Doumerc The youngest in a Lorenzian family of lawyers and political scholars, Dr. Rhaveus (or "Eli" to his peers) is the only member of his family to pursue a calling outside of the liberal arts. A prodigy in his own right, he attended an ivy league school in Doumerc at the tender age of 15 and never left the academic world, earning multiple advanced degrees in the fields of magical and elemental research. Anyone with an interest in obscure quantum manaphysics would recognize his name; he's the leading scholar on the subject, both by virtue of his sound and thorough research and the fact that he's essentially the only one writing about it. These days, he is excited to be teaching as an Adjunct at Ombres University, and at the request of the Doumercene Prime Minister, has joined a team researching methods of predicting Dark Scion inheritance.
.............................................................	Nel Blackburn Doumerc | Estora A student of Université de Sc-Thomas-des-Ombres interning for Dr. Rhaveus. A tired looking soul, Nel would rather be at home asleep. He is a depressed and sullen young man with very little that gets him out of his mood, often muttering and mumbling to himself. Nonetheless he performs all his tasks to the letter with an unenthusiastic zeal that completely contrasts the sheer speed–his speed of three hundred words per minute was achieved at the age of sixteen, and combined with an excellent memory has made him ideal as an intern. That said, aside from an interest in magic, he has no real motivation to do anything and can be found snoozing in the library, jumping to life whenever his watch buzzes. He constantly sports bandages due to a combination of having the balance of a fish on land and not paying enough attention, causing him to constantly injure himself at every turn. Other medical colleges have begged him to let them study him, but he refuses.
.............................................................	Duchess Odette Lorelai neé Lucienne Duchess of Lorelai Veradis | Doumerc Wife of Nicholas Lorelai and eldest daughter of Nadine Lucienne. Although she had her hands full already overseeing the Lorelai family as matriarch, she has taken over her mother's duties since her death. A sharp, astute woman, many have noted that she possesses much of her mother’s wisdom, albeit she’s a lot more curt and much more opinionated. An outspoken woman who has little patience for incompetence or inconvenience, she doesn’t shy away from using her position to get things done. She is pragmatic and highly judgmental, and has a hard time changing her mind. Regardless, it is this same judgment that helps her determine who is worthy of responsibility, and as her mother’s executor of her will, she won’t hand over the reins to someone she deems unfit–regardless of her mother’s wishes. She is infamous for being a raging misogynist despite being a matriarch herself. She has publicly stated she wouldn’t need to be where she was if her husband or her male family members were of any use.

Scions & Templars

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.............................................................	Duke Theodore Estora IX Former Scion of Time Estora Theodore was a kind and strong-willed young man. While he was content to spend his life serving the royal family of Estora, he saw his Scionhood as a chance to change the world. While he had enemies, he had more allies than he could count. Charming, charismatic, and ultimately a kind soul, many looked at him favorably. He famously succeeded at beginning talks of peace with Kaudus, and his death was seen as a tragedy. Some argue it was his death that reignited the hatred towards Kaudus, and the already shaky belief that peace could be achieved between the two countries is nothing more than a flimsy idea. He was talented at interpreting prophecies and had a knack for reading the future using tarot cards, with some saying his vision to the future was the clearest of all the Scions before him.
.............................................................	Princess Isabella "Belle" Lanvaldear Rosaria Scion of Water Rosaria The living symbol of peace between Rosaria and Lanvaldear, Belle's very existence is considered to be a blessing. This multiplied when she became the Scion of Water at the tender age of one week. As such, she fully believes the narrative that she is blessed--and she has the ego to match it. An overly confident young woman who is fully aware of her current position and status, she believes that she is the epitome of what a Scion should be. Belle is vain, calculative, and overall obsessed with how she appears to people, but she's also generally pleasant and sociable when the situation requires it. She also takes her position as both princess of Rosaria and Scion very seriously, often engaging in humanitarian aid and charity work.
.............................................................	Abram Vissarion Templar of Water Rodion A man with infinite patience and an unshakable calm, Abram considered it an honor to be assigned to the royal princess of Rosaria. His service has been an exciting one, having to deal with Belle, but he has taken to giving her guidance at times, whether she wants it or not. Being a Templar has been his entire life, and his years of experience has left him in a unique position as the longest-served Templar. However, the years are starting to get to him, and Fyodor has already started looking for his replacement. Before his assignment he had been the common choice to fill in for other Templars when needed. While he doesn't look forward to losing his position, his future plans include spending the rest of his days watching over his grandchildren.
.............................................................	Crown Princess Rosemary Clarabel Bachmeier Veradis Scion of Light Veradis Heir to the throne of Veradis and King Rowan's youngest child, Rosemary is currently the record holder of fastest inheritor--only days after the passing of her great-grandfather, Aaron Bachmeier, did the holy sigil appear on her cheek. While considered a blessing to all, it left the royal family in quite the position as she was only two years old when she inherited her great-grandfather's power. Nonetheless, she was named crown princess and is being raised so that she is ready to inherit the throne when she comes of age. Like most six year olds, Rosemary is inquisitive and curious. While unflinchingly polite, she still has the same excitement of a little kid and is extremely imaginative. She can be mischievous and somewhat stubborn, but ultimately has a pure heart with a love for everything in life. Interestingly, she claims that Lucas is her favorite person, much to the shock of everyone, Lucas included.
.............................................................	Dame Sonia Gusev Templar of Light An exemplary Templar by every measure, it was no surprise when Princess Rosemary received Dame Sonia as her protector. Although Commander Fyodor trained her well and none would challenge her merit, Sonia's modus operandi is almost a little uncouth for a Templar: if her longtime friend Irina is a scalpel, Sonia is a hammer. She will handle threats by any means available to her and has the air of someone who would not hesitate to crack your skull with a rock if you so much as looked at her funny. Given her standoffish nature, many thought it strange to choose Sonia as the Templar for a little girl; however, in the five years the two have been together, Rosemary has taken to Sonia, and some liken the pair to a gruff old wolf standing guard over a kitten.
.............................................................	Marchioness Nadine Lucienne Former Scion of Lightning Doumerc The widow of Jean Lucienne and a woman of humble origin, Nadine came from a fallen noble House whose status as a Scion revived it. She is an elegant woman with years of experience, though she has no taste for violence. She is active in Doumerc politics and has a vast network of people she knows; she is famously on a first-name basis with all of Estora's leaders. She is said to have a great sense of humor despite how she carries herself, though it's obvious her age is catching up to her. She's considered the Scion most experienced with her element, and has been in disagreement with High Cardinal Margaret over the limitation of a Scion's elemental magic. However, despite the fact that the two have been in disagreement about this for years, some say it is more of a personal than either let on. ............................................................................
.............................................................	Sir Ulysse Jacinthe Former Templar of Lightning Doumerc Ulysse has served Nadine for ten years and is her most recent Templar. A knight originally stationed at the Racine Church, he has served since he was young. He considers it an honor to serve Nadine and displays an extraordinary command over his blessing, to the point that many say he has surpassed his Scion magically. He has the utmost confidence in his abilities, his will is unshakable, and once he makes up his mind, there's little chance in changing it. There are few things in the world that frighten him and his devotion to Nadine and the Goddess have earned him the admiration of many. He has tragically passed as of January 1st, 1000. ............................................................................

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Renata A homeless woman residing in Juniperus that many steer away from due to her nonsensical speaking. Her attention span is worrying and she often harps about things no sane person has any care for–she publicly ridiculed a new mother to tears for placing her baby in a carriage instead of physically carrying her child. She has been arrested several times for disturbing the public but released due to being relatively harmless. Aside from her odd words, she is a curious woman who questions everything and is unfamiliar with many of the Federation’s customs, leading most to believe she is a foreigner. She has a borderline obsession with mana and magic and claims to have the ability to understand spirits. She is very interested in the Scions and their Templars. ............................................................................