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Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

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Fasha: "I mean... of course I like her! She's short like me, and so pretty, but like... in an adult kinda way! She also smells nice, loves to hug, and gives me sweets!"

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@Emeth

And here I thought I left out her massive weakness against hugs!

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Fasha's "friend" list

- Raffaella: Young Psychiccer, might be good to approach and "befriend"
- Lucius: Would've been perfect partner (Read as: puppet) if not for their observant nature.
- Anastasia: It's... Complicated...
- Kaspaan: A person to keep close.
- Leah: Looks similar, thinks a distant relation might be present.
- Lhoren: Kind girl, might have to keep close as well.
- Taegan: Her "Crush".
- Tessa: Teacher... too enthusiatic.
- Primrose: Creepy plants...
- Myrion: Useful..
- Petyr: Blue guy, wishes to know more about him.
- Ezekiel: A good potential target.
- Manny: Runs away everytime she smiles.
- Beatrix: Energetic sparky girl... Avoid.
- Florian: Not acquainted much with them.
- Corrine: Not too acquainted yet

@Deja She would never sap away his independence! She would only wish to help him and use him

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

@Deja

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

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- Fasha : Reminds him of his mother.

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@Deja

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Had to edit some pics and fix some little layout problems.

Might do a relationship thingy for her too ^^

Also: Fasha Sip

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Fasha Sumbul

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◈ A p p e a r a n c e ◈
Fasha stands at a petite and delicate 5 feet 1 inch tall. Despite her small frame, she exudes an air of nimbleness and grace, moving with effortless elegance. Her lithe figure and well-toned physique contribute to her agile presence, hinting at the underlying resilience beneath her enchanting facade. Fasha has a mane of lustrous light blue hair that contrasts strikingly with her olive tone skin. Her ruby eyes hold an alluring gleam.

Alternate outfit

◈ "The only way to deal with temptation is to yield to it." ◈

◈ N a m e
Fasha Sumbul

◈ S p e l l c a s t e r N a m e
Aromance

◈ A g e, H e i g h t, a n d W e i g h t
19, 5ft1 (155cm), 112lb (51kg)

◈ R a c e
Mystic

◈ G e n d e r
Female

◈ S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o n
Bisexual

◈ Y e a r
5th

◈ P e t
A Tree Monkey she is quite fond of called Alqafz

◈ H o u s e
House of Ivar

◈ I l l u m i n a i r e
Yes.

◈ C l a s s e s

◈ Gifts

◈ Theater

◈ General Combat Training

◈ Herbology

◈ Care of Lekëon Creatures

◈ Student Council

◈ A r e Y o u O n Y o u r H o u s e ' s W a a g a T e a m?
No.

◈ "If the end justifies the means, I am content to use any means necessary" ◈

◈ P e r s o n a l i t y
Cunning ◈ Ambitious ◈ Sensual ◈ Dishonest ◈ Fickle

Due to her lower upbringing, she has developed a cunning and ambitious nature, which drives her to rise above her humble circumstances. Fasha is resourceful and quick-witted, always seeking opportunities to gain power and influence. Her cunning allows her to navigate the intricacies of the academy's hierarchy, adeptly strategizing to secure her position and further her ambitions.
She possesses a magnetic allure and is aware of the power that her physical presence holds. Fasha exudes confidence and charisma, using her sensuality as a tool to captivate and manipulate those around her. Her ability to generate pheromones adds an extra layer to her seductive charm, allowing her to influence and entice others to her advantage.
She is not afraid to resort to dishonesty and manipulation when it suits her goals, often weaving intricate webs of deception to achieve her desired outcomes. Fickle by nature, Fasha's loyalty and allegiances may shift depending on where she sees the greatest benefits. Making people believe in their friendship only to have them dropped off once their usefulness disappears, making full use of her gift to make it seem like it was their fault it broke apart.

◈ H i s t o r y
Fasha was a frail yet hard-working girl, working just so she could live more comfortably with her parents. It was not a pretty or carefree life but once her gift manifested everything she knew and held dear flipped upside down. Her parents began to take notice of the potential profitability that her new gift brought and hid their intentions in a caring facade.

The constant pressure of wishing to please her parents and the realization that she was being used caused a change in the girl. More and more she wished to break free from her parents’ control, working for whoever could help her break free. The criminal world was not a place any person would wish to be in but for Fasha it was freeing. Using her gift to benefit herself and no longer tied to familial ties.

Rumors about her gift began to surface about her gift which caught the attention of other mystics and once she was caught in the act of trying to steal from one of the higher society. This encounter was the catalyst that set her life at the academy to begin.

◈ R e p u t a t i o n
A cloud of mystery is cast upon her. Many people outside of the Ivar’s are perplexed on why she would ever be picked to become Illuminaire. Her peers in the House are cautious of her. Her strings seem to be attached to a lot of the school’s influential types

◈ G o a l s
Guided by her drive for self-furtherment, Fasha desires to gain more riches, more connections and more control over the underworld.

She would throw it all away to blend into high society to live a life of luxury and leisure.

◈ R e l a t i o n s
Fasha does know all that much where her family would be at this point, nor does she wish to know. It would only bring back the meek girl from the past.

Fasha has been trying to convince people about her “crush” on Taegan Granlock.

◈ "Pheromones are world’s primordial idiom." ◈

◈ M y s t i c C l a s s i f i c a t i o n
Elementalist

◈ G i f t
Incense

◈ M y s t i c C o d e
Fasha possesses the gift that allows her to generate pheromones and scents that allow her to evoke emotions and physiological responses of others. She can emit pheromones inducing fear or desire, influencing feelings of unease, infatuation, or attraction. The intensity, duration, and target audience of her emissions can be adjusted, Ranging from it being small enough to barely be noticeable to becoming a thick fog.

◈ L i m i t a t i o n s a n d W e a k n e s s e s
Her powers are very restricted in open/windy areas, since she can lose all sense of little control over it with a gust of wind. It also requires a good focus on one’s own emotional state so as not to affect one’s self.

One thing that can be viewed as a weakness is that it has no direct destructive ability to be used in combat.

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

This looks super fun! I'm thinking of making either a Elemantalist because sometimes simple gifts are a lot of fun to build upon and master or a Astra, really going into one niche sounds fun as well ^^

The Hourglass Order

The Galleon

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Dory was cleaning her rifles, making sure everything was in its peak condition. She did not wish to be a liability, especially when a crucial role like this was cast upon her. She had drawn out a little ‘map’ of sorts based on what she saw herself and from the accounts of others. Pointing at one portion of it.. ”If the commotion is from that area then…” Her finger hovered around the paper before placing it on another spot. ”Then it might be best for me to enter through here.” With a determined look the girl began to set out. Do not fail yourself and the others again, Dorothea

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The time has arrived. Dory was fully equipped and rested. The equipment she wore combined with her magic proficiency made getting onto the ship not too much of a hassle. Walking next to people made her rather uncomfortable, this kind of magic is not something she’s been too used to outside of the school. Without much issue she managed to snatch the keys and knock out the guard.

She slowly but surely began to free the prisoners until there were only two cages left. A giggling man and a girl? She decided it was a good idea to let the giggling man free and for her thanks the man jumped her, stabbing her in her spleen and running off. ”Scheisse!” She tried her hardest to numb the pain with Chemical magic but it stung like hell.

Dory leaned against the wall, clenching her wound. "Letting out. Will kill largest problemers." said the girl in the cage as an explosion rocked the boat and caused debris to fall. She was unfazed. "You won't just stab me like that other guy, right?" Dory, had in truth forgotten for a bit that she wasn’t alone, looking towards the girl being rather conflicted about letting anyone else go. A simple "No." was all the girl gave her.

"Fine..." Against her better judgment she opened the cell, letting said person go. The girl walked out, hood lowered to reveal a young, roguish girl. First, she headed to a nearby crate that nearly got impaled by a broken plank, and inside she carefully extracted a sleeping and very cold Sumpfkrake. "The little guy going to be alright?" Her eyes traveled to the Sumpfkrake as she was preparing to go out and help where she could help. "Thinking so." she said, before continuing her walk out of the dungeon. "Friends?" she pointed upwards. "Some of them, most of them aren't" She shrugged. "pirates aren't usually what I consider friends, after all." "Agree." she hears a noise and turns toward the slightly unhinged door to her left. She put her index finger over her lips while briefly shooting a glance at Dory. "Shhh." Dory nodded and kept quiet as she was told to.

Then, the worst thing that could happen… happened. A massive energy draw began to be felt from where she and the girl stood. It made her sick. She tried her hardest to focus her magic to escape but she couldn’t get anything out. As if Oraff-Zept was looking favorably at her she was saved by the girl she had freed at the last moment. She could feel parts of her skin start to get ripped from her fingertips. She’s felt atomic magic before, she’s experienced the overwhelming energy of the VOID yet nothing has made her as sick as the thing that stood before them. A creature made from the surroundings, people included. A freak of nature. Something only a vile Yasoi could ever think of bringing into this world. "Dieser verdammte spitzohr ist eine schreckliche Person” But she knew she could not do anything by herself… some people are just stronger even if they do not deserve to be so.

The Hourglass Order

An Zenui

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If there ever was a case to be made about being in the wrong place at the wrong time, this would be the one. I should have seen it coming when a bucket hit me at the speed of light! Fiske had been monologuing to himself for quite a while. Everything about today has been nothing short of a disaster! We were almost regarded as guests of honor! But if that stupid noble brat did not act all high and mighty and that girl didn’t try to poison the king we would’ve been able to relax and let others take care of us for a while.

I was even nice enough to cover for that snake lady and I did not get any thanks for something that could put everything in jeopardy! If anything I never get enough thanks for my extreme effort to make everything go as smoothly as I can. His rant began to boil over with frustrations from this entire tasking mission. This was supposed to be a mission that they’d save the others and then go back and relax. Now they’ve landed in Pentad knows where!

If only Marci had kept track of the would-be assassin, if only everyone kept to their usefulness this would’ve been over by now. My greatness is utterly wasted in this kind of environment! And not just that, everything that has happened has been utterly absurd! Desmond going faster than me? What kind of sick joke was that? It almost felt like the gods were holding me down… And don’t get me started on the mushroom key. The boy could practically rip his hair out just thinking about it. ’Oh, it’s just a mix of Binding and Chemical’ my arse! A couple squishy mushrooms do not have the properties to bind into a working key, if he would’ve tried to harden it with chemical or kinetic magic it would’ve crumbled inside the lock.

His right eye began to twitch. Then when we found the would-be assassin, all we did was ask questions. Why, just because she turned out to be a woman and we caught her at an inconvenient time? The fact that they couldn’t see through such an elementary disguise from her was nothing short of a joke. If that crippled girl Penelope were to put on a beard you’d still know it’s her, no?

And now they wanted to help her out let alone listen to what she had to say and take it seriously. This woman attempted regicide and now she asks us to do things for her? Why should we even do anything of the sort? I have no reason to care about this gods forsaken sandy shite hole.

The Hourglass Order

Secrets of Kirimansk

(Yvain's POV)

After a decent night’s sleep and still feeling somewhat awkward without the use of magic Yvain set out with Yuliya, the girl that always seemed close to his cousin yet he knew very little of.

First they stumbled upon an old lady, a yasoi fisherman and a man who Yvain fondly remembers. The mere commoner that thought he could handle the greatness and perfection that is the pride of the Berbignons. Seeing Yuliya approach the woman let him trail after her. He did not speak the language so his understanding and participation around the conversation was next to none… Although his face was probably enough to get the woman to feel more comfortable around the two… As Yuliya finished the conversation and moved forward towards a warehouse the noble left with a shit eating grin on his face, staring Igor straight into his eyes.

Once arriving at the warehouse they assorted themselves as true nobles, even if one was of the merchant class supposedly. They were supposed to be here and what was this guard supposed to question them on it? After a small chase after a suspicious man with a box they stumbled upon some Nikanese swords and wielding it was truly natural for the two members of the Oath of the Blade. Once the box was acquired the two began to look for a locksmith and stumbled upon a tower. The two blondes climbed the stairs like it was their own house’s and soon enough came trouble peaking it’s head out. Four filthy commoners that do not know their place did not move out of the way for them. Their behavior was truly vile as they drew swords towards their betters.

The bout was glorious! Swords clashed as they focused on the Perrench man. Not like a pitiful four men could ever do anything against the utter peak of humanity that is Yvain de Berbignon. As beautiful as a butterfly, Yvain moved along the stairs, parrying most stabs and slashes from the man. gracefully trying to disarm them. However his hand got slashed once. His expression was no longer one of a smile. One of the four men tried to slash once more. The swords clashed, followed by a jab from the Perrench man and in one clean slice he was disarmed… quite literally. Yvain talked through the man’s screams of agony. ”A deserving punishment for spilling a noble’s blood.”

The other three were not finished yet after such a sight and one even tried to push the savage noble off the railing and to his fall yet the Vossoriyan woman made sure it was not Yvain to take that fall. His anger by this disrespect was starting to boil over and as if Eshiran himself wished for their demise he received a couple more cuts from one of the remaining men. Angrily clashing swords with the man, Yvain yelled and kicked. ”FILTH, FILTH, HOW DARE YOU!” After a barrage of sword hits the man lost his footing and without a second of doubt Yvain cut straight through the man’s neck.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the final standing man insists. "I won't cause you no more trouble. Wasn't nothin' personal, milady." He nods toward Yvain. "Milord." The man hides his burning anger whilst groveling in front of the two. This act of acting his position caused Yvain to be of sound mind once more and the pair made it upstairs once more.

Entering inside the two were spotted, the guards glance among themselves in uncertainty and then one twists to look at Yuliya. He crosses his arms. "Little politeness goes a long way 'round here, rich girl." Yuliya stops, slashes the blood off her foreign sword and sheathes it, before giving a curtsy. "Sir, four ruffians have just accosted me and attempted to steal our chest here. Could you do us the favor of leading us to the locksmith?" with the sweetest smile she could muster, knowing that if this smartass commoner made one more remark she'd lose it.

Another man approached the two. He looked her up and down, stroking his bushy beard. He nodded. "Sorry you had to go through that." He nodded in Yvain's direction as well."Looks like you know how to handle yourself, though." He waved her forward. "Ivan, Vassily!" he shouted. "Take these two up top. Take 'em to the smith.” And before long they were led towards the balcony and they were told to wait for the smith. Yuliya however split off from Yvain to inspect the area further by going a floor up through a trapdoor.

Yuliya was taking quite a while… too long even. It caused concern in the noble's heart and forced him to feel uneasy. He decided to inspect the same area as Yuliya and what he found was rather something he did not want to see. An unconscious Yuliya and a group of men armed, pointing their rifles at him. In an act of defiance and sheer luck he managed to drag the girl away but his luck soon gave out as he was hit in his spleen by one of the bullets, slowing him down enough for the others to surround him.

As the others surrounded him a weird gas from the floor above began to fill the area as one of the men put on a mask. Then… like he was invigorated by divine means he got his magic back. pushing the gas away from him and into the assailants causing most to gasp for air. ”Be prepared to face true divine might!” Bullets were no longer a concern, they could not even get close to him and soon enough only one man stood defiantly against him. Clicking his tongue, he began to clench his hand as he attempted to stop the man’s heart. Before realizing the mistake that had been made everything went dark..

Yvain awakened to a woman’s screams, he was scared. What even happened before? He was winning and suddenly everything went dark. Thinking about it gave him a chill. He kept completely still as the feeling of these entities drawing were enough to even make him hesitate to act. He overheard the conversation between Yuliya and another woman as his restraints came off. Yvain’s thoughts ran in circles. The Vossoriyan was a Sanguinaire? Does Penelope know? If she does, why hasn't she told him yet? Is it a trust issue? Can he trust her around his cousin? He played along like nothing was plaguing his mind, not saying much.