Jumbus

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Twilight -> Night ◈ Weather: Light Rain -> Moderate Rain ◈Location: Ballroom Balcony -> Main Ball Room ◈ Participants: Arthur Everwood @Jumbus Lisa Goldheart @Frettzo

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"I don't think the rain will let up any time soon."

"Yeah?" Lisa shrugged, turning her head just enough to look at the source of the rustling and thumping that was now approaching from a corner of the balcony's ceiling.

Arthur gently descended into view from above the balcony's cover sporting a silver feathered mask resembling a smaller bird of prey. While the colour didn't match his hair, the shape did. The feathers seemlessly gave way to his naturally windswept style. Lisa's own mask was smooth and featureless for the most part, with the only real details being the two slits through which her golden eyes reflected the light of the lamps.

He finished the descent with one step on the balcony's railing and another on its floor like the end of an oversize, yet elegant, staircase. With a glance at the meagre shelter, he returned his line of sight back to Lisa before continuing. "And frankly, Miss Goldheart, I don't think the cover will do you good for much longer."

Arthur finished that sentence with a grin while making his way toward the doors inside. He knew Lisa had plenty of names she would want to be called more than 'Miss Goldheart'. But he liked to speak fancy on the occasion, knowing it would annoy her. Would it get him hit one day? Probably. But that day was not today... he gambled.

"What makes you think that? The rickety and half-rotten wooden supports or maybe the thin fabric they built the tarp out of?" Lisa sighed, "I'd rather get soaked out here than go back in there, you know how it is... Or maybe not. What with being a second year and everything, must be tough for you being surrounded by 14 year olds, huh Archie?"

Arthur chuckled at the question. "You got me there. When I do manage to show up, it can be a nightmare. But I have my own ways of getting by." Almost to further answer the question, he brought his flask out from his jacket pocket and took a final sip. While he didn't appear outwardly influenced by the drink, he had achieved the desired buzz.

He then returned the flask to his jacket pocket and continued to the doors. But stopped just before going inside, turning on a heel and leaning next to the doors instead. "It sounds like a bad time in there if you're willing to risk a cold." A wind flow picked up above Lisa's head to redirect any loose raindrops. "Should I be worried about what I'm going to see inside?" He joked lightheartedly.

"You? Nah. I doubt girls are as insufferable as boys, you'll be fine... As long as you don't drink too much, that is." Lisa said while making a vague movement with her hands. "I'll be heading back in soon to help keep things running smoothly, so try not to give me any more work to do."

"You're probably right on that account. I'll be on my best behaviour." Arthur gave a parting smile and mock salute before heading in the doors.

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Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Dusk ◈ Weather: Overcast ◈Location: Harold's Academy, Arthur's Room ◈ Participants: Arthur Everwood @Jumbus

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"I'm sorry Nana."

Arthur looked in the mirror contemplatively and sizing up the suit he would wear for the night. It was a gift from his grandmother and one of the few things he had received from her since being at the Academy. She purchased a suit and shipped it over in the thought that he would be going to so many 'big-city events'. And of course, he wrote all about them in the letters he sent back. But he had lied to his grandma in those letters.

The truth was, due to all the trouble he caused in his first years, Arthur found himself banned from most of the grand social events. He could understand the Academy's decision considering there was a good chance he could ruin it. But it still hurt having to lie about that to the folks back home. While he wrote back about everything going swell, the suit just hung in his closet for the better part of a year.

When they lifted the ban so suddenly, Arthur was taken off guard. He was hardly some good little reformed student. But he could guess that his trouble-making tendencies had eased up enough to where they didn't see a need in keeping it up. Or maybe the headmistress secretly wanted him to shake up the whole ball. He chuckled to himself about the absurdity of the idea.

Either way, it was no secret that the young man had mellowed out somewhat from his start at the Academy. That could be a concerning sign that he was growing duller in his convictions. But Arthur knew that wasn't the case. If anything, there was only room to calm down from the firebrand he was only a year ago. The change was an improvement. Despite his current flaws, he might even impress a teacher or two now...

He shuddered at the thought. Maybe not that far.

Still, the Moonlight Marsequrade his chance to prove to the Academy that he could be somewhat trusted. If he were to screw it up, that's probably him banned from events for another year. So he had to be on his best behaviour.

On the way out he snatched up a hip flask of some whiskey he bought from Walter a few days back and slipped it into his coat pocket. Even on his best behaviour, a few rules needed to be broken.

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Evening ◈ Weather: Light Rain ◈Location: Harold's Academy, Rooftop near the Ballroom ◈ Participants: Arthur Everwood @Jumbus

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Some light rain was a non-issue for one of Arthur's mystic talents. He could sit outside as long as he wanted and remain completely dry. And tonight he was making use of such a talent sitting on a rooftop watching the lamplit street below. A gradual wind current churned above him to redirect the raindrops further down on the roof's decline.

His dorm was far too empty with everyone heading off for the ball and it was far too early to be considered fashionably late. So Arthur opted to spectate the other students filtering into the Ballroom's entrance from a distance. It was a passably entertaining sight, certainly helped along by the occasional swig of his flask. With any luck, he would be buzzed by the time he actually arrives.

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Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Here are some proposed character thoughts/relations. These are based off impressions I got from the character sheets so if you think it presents your character in an incorrect way. Please let me know, I'll be happy to make edits or removals. Also, each one is Arthur talking about it from his subjective point of view, while he asserts a lot of things he is rarely correct about his assumptions.

If your character isn't here, I imagine they haven't been acquainted or his opinions would likely just be rephrasing the character's reputation section. But I am open to suggestions for other characters.

Mentioned Students

Petyr-@Aeolian Anastasia-@Ti Leah-@vietmyke Raffaella-@Emeth Lisa-@Frettzo Manny-@Ebil Bunny

Arthur's Thoughts/Interactions

Professors.

Minerva Weiss: "She stares daggers at me. I'm just lucky she only turns me into a toad. Its not as bad as you may think."

Ivo Featherswallow: "Every now and again I try to compete against him. I take pride in being fast myself so my 0-23 record against him certainly hurts. I wonder if he even knows I'm trying to beat him."

Patty Grumble: "I like her, I actually pay attention in her classes. I think it'll break my heart a little to see her disappointed in me. So if I don't think I can pay attention in her class for the day, I just don't show up."

Caelum Incanowitz: "Total hardass. I tried sneaking into his classes a few times but the guy is vigilant. I wouldn't have to sneak in if the year limit wasn't there. But I don't plan on sticking around until my 5th year, so I need to convince him to teach me somehow."

Students.

Petyr Nostrade: “It was kind of a pain in the neck when he joined the gang, not that it was his fault. For the first week, there was an endless amount of his admirers begging to know why he joined. As if he joins a gang and suddenly becomes an open book or something. Even if I did know why, it's not like I’d tell them anyway.”

“But if I’m being honest, I truly have no clue why Petyr joined. Outside of his reputation, I never met the guy before and he keeps his reasons close to his chest even now. I don’t feel inclined to ask him about it. I feel if someone wants you to know their reasons, they just tell you. And I respect him enough to give him space on that.”

Anastasia Arslan: "I couldn't have asked for a better Illuminaire. She's kind, her monkey is cool, and she has zero chance of actually catching me."

Leah Eusebia Clearwater: "Oh yeah, she’s jealous of me. I’m certain of that. The look she gave me before tossing a book at my head was a dead giveaway. It wasn’t just because I was in the Eusebia dorms after curfew, I swear."

Raffaella Struna: "Who?... Ooooh, her. Yeah, I’ve seen her around before, once. And I thought she was a ghost.”

“One night I was out past curfew flying high in the night sky. When I see a single small figure crossing the courtyard slowly. It was too big to be an adult and only few students are allowed out at this time so it piqued my curiosity. I went a bit closer and yeah, my first thought was ghost. But for whatever reason, her bruises made me doubt that. She was sleep walking.”

“My grandma told me that if I wake a sleepwalker, they’ll go crazy and try to stab you or something. Plus I’ve always felt that a dream is meant to see its conclusion, it’s rude to interrupt that, so I didn’t wake her. At the same time, I didn’t want to see her bumping into walls or anything. So I just followed along in the air using a bit of wind to guide her away from collisions.”

“After maybe a couple of minutes, I heard some commotion quickly emerging from the girl's path. No doubt it was some Academy people trying to look for her. At that point, I decided it was probably best to try and guide her back to the dorm space. But when I looked back she was gone. That was a strange night.”

Lisa Goldheart: "A noble girl wanting to see the world. There’s a nice story to be told in that. And I’m inclined to help her achieve that."

“Also did you hear she has like 13 siblings!? Thats insane. I thought parents got to like 5, max, before deciding to stop.”

Manny Ryi: "This is going to sound really off for me to say. But have you seen her die yet? She makes a habit of dying at least once per day. It sounds grim but it's actually quite a whimsical performance. I think there’s something very fun about taking one of the bleakest things in the world and wrapping it in fluffy clothing."

“Pair that with her attitude and I think she has a place in the Willow Gang if she wanted. But that's not up to me to decide.”

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Arthur Everwood

Coming from a troubled past of thievery and evading academy admissions, this rebellious 2nd year from the House of Harold has proven himself difficult to pin down, especially with a gift that allows him to leverage the power of the wind to outmaneuver his foes.

Arthur Everwood

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◈ A p p e a r a n c e ◈
With a dull brown mane of wind-swept hair, there is little doubt about what Arthur spends his day doing if the aviation goggles weren't enough of an indicator. His ever-present smirk tends to give off the first impression that he has set up some grand prank and is just waiting for it to unfold, which isn't always a wrong assumption to make. Arthur often foregoes putting his robes on properly and instead lets them drape over his shoulders as if a sudden gust would blow them off entirely. And he is often caught with his House necklace hanging from his belt. If one were to look at a picture of him, it would them all they need to know about his reputation.

Seeing him in motion brings a new perspective. The way he flies has a whimsical bounciness to it as if his body truly had no mass. While walking, he will frequently lean and sway past his centre of gravity. He appreciates his freedom of movement with every motion he makes.

◈ "Our grandparent's war was for our freedom, so I'm going to take to the skies and taste it... Tell the Illuminaire I'll be back in a week." ◈

◈ N a m e
Arthur Everwood

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

◈ A g e, H e i g h t, a n d W e i g h t
18, 6'1" (185.4 cm), 155 lbs (70.3 kg)

◈ R a c e
Mystic

◈ G e n d e r
Male

◈ S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o n
Hasn't figured it out yet. Bisexuality can be assumed.

◈ Y e a r
2nd Year

◈ P e t
A green Gupoo named Gub

◈ H o u s e
House of Harold

◈ I l l u m i n a i r e
No

◈ C l a s s e s

◈ Gifts

◈ Sustained Flight

◈ Cartography

◈ Portal Exploration - Rejected

◈ Daemons - not his choice

◈ Teamwork - neither was this

◈ Ni-Seraphi History - detention subject

◈ 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

◈ "An exercise of force simply means you failed with words... So is it cool if I skip detention today?" ◈

◈ P e r s o n a l i t y
Rebellious ◈ Steadfast ◈ Unreliable ◈ Crafty ◈ Whimsical

Due to his aloof outlook on the Academy and tendency to skip out on commitments, calling Arthur steadfast may seem out of place. But he is resolute in his ability to take such actions. Tell him what to do off authority alone, and he will disregard you. He will only follow orders if he agrees with them or respects the person who said them.

His strong desire to oppose authority doesn't leave him in a dour mood. Arthur frequently keeps in good spirits and finds fun in every action he takes. After all, if anything were to take his happiness from him, it's unlikely to be the right path in the first place. You will find him constantly fleeting between different activities or courses of action, taking fun in the ebb and flow of his whims.

◈ H i s t o r y
Arthur grew up on a peaceful and relatively out-of-the-way sky island called Evendell. There was plenty of grass and wildlife to explore for the small village that called the land their home. He was in a household of non-Mystics, except for the memory of his grandfather, who lost his life in the Liberation War. Arthur's grandmother, Harriette Everwood, practically raised him as much as his parents did and certainly swayed his worldview more with stories of his grandfather, Tristan. Some were probably made up, but they still left a young Arthur with a sense of wonder.

When Arthur's gift manifested, his grandmother called him for one last story. And it was apparent from her demeanour that this one would lack the whimsy and light-heartedness her previous entries detailed. This time, she didn't bother to structure it like a tale. Harriette spoke from the heart. She talked about the last moments she spent with her husband. Although he had joined the war effort by choice, Harriette begged him to stay knowing that his gift was likely too weak to make a difference. But he was stubborn and wouldn't change his mind. It took little more than a month before the news came back of his passing.

Now that Arthur's gift had manifested and had so closely resembled his grandfather's abilities, she asked him to run from the Academy recruitment. She was grateful that the Liberation War was won, but she could never forgive that it took her husband so willingly just to let him die. She at least wanted to see her grandson be free for that cost. That was the first time Arthur had seen his grandmother crying. The next day he would take off from the sky island to evade the Academy recruitment.

For the next six months, Arthur would go from sky island to sky island as a skyship stowaway. He typically made ends meet with petty theft and odd jobs. There were occasional run-ins with Academy recruitment trying to detain him. But Arther had two tricks up his sleeve, he was quick, crafty, and had luck. A whole lot of dumb luck. So he avoided capturing the few times it happened.

Arthur eventually met someone around the same age as him with a gift named Sullivan. The two had both decided to evade the Academy, although Sullivan's reasons were far less thought out. He just got a kick out of stealing and didn't care much for the rules. Arthur found that reason kind of funny. The two got along quite well and decided to travel around together.

One day Arthur was cornered by a shady dude in an alleyway he hadn't met before. The guy was offering to show him how to make some real money. Arthur told him to 'eat dirt'; the guy didn't want to take no for an answer. So a chase ensued leading to Arthur barely getting away from the stranger but being caught by authorities. He was detained and shipped off to the Academy.

It has been over a year since Arthur has been at the Academy; he has settled down a lot since he first arrived. He came to accept that his grandmother was quite misinformed about the Academy. Even though the fact that he was brought here by force still really rubs him the wrong way.

It has also been over a year since Arthur has seen Sullivan. He had assumed that he would reunite with his friend at the Academy. But every passing day seems to prove that assumption incorrect.

◈ R e p u t a t i o n
Arthur's entrance as a student by force along with his frequent antics and 'days off' has garnered him notoriety in the short time he has attended the Academy. If you are a good student, you are told to steer away from him. Arthur couldn't be happier with this.

Quite annoyingly, Arthur isn't completely disruptive either. He has been known to help those struggling in Sustained Flight and is known as one of the better tutors for it. When he shows up that is, which is about a fifty-fifty chance.

Arthur is labelled as lazy by a few of the Academy teachers due to his appalling attendance rate in some classes. But anyone who knows him would disagree. He is productive and active for a good portion of the day. He just doesn't spend his efforts on the Academy work alone.

◈ G o a l s
Despite often coming off as contradictory, Arthur has never felt as though he has swayed from his feelings and drives. He simply has and cannot still express them in a meaningful way. In short, Arthur feels an inherent wrongness with the current system making Academy attendance mandatory and the reputation those who oppose that are labelled with. He sees it as contradictory to restrict someone's freedom like that when the goal of the Liberation War was to free humanity. This is one of many bones he has to pick with the system, despite feeling support for it in general.

Arthur simply desires the respect necessary to be able to communicate these ideas and have people listen. But truthfully he wouldn't know what to say if he got it. He still doubts his convictions from time to time. If he was truly heard out, would people even agree?

◈ R e l a t i o n s
Harriette Everwood is Arthur's grandmother. Most of his rebellious streak was brought on by her stories and the things she taught him as a kid. He keeps semi-regular correspondence with her via letters.

Sullivan Belclaire (18) was another delinquent who Arthur spent time with while dodging the Academy recruiters. The two have not been in contact since Arthur was brought to the Academy.

The Willow Gang is a notorious school gang at the Academy known for causing trouble. It didn't take long for Arthur to join in the fun.

◈ "My gift isn't meant for fighting, it is to see the horizon and find out what lies beyond." ◈

◈ 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
Gift of the Gentle Winds



◈ M y s t i c C o d e
Arthur can control the air around him, speeding it up and manipulating its direction. His ability to control it is more subtle than historic figures with similar abilities. He struggles to summon strong currents and will use a considerable amount more stamina doing so. But he can manipulate smaller currents in larger areas for more extended periods.

His gift is incredibly versatile and has a variety of uses that he has only just begun experimenting with. Arthur will struggle to push a boulder or redirect a sword's swing. But manipulating smaller and lighter objects comes with ease. One trick he is particularly fond of is using a bunch of cloth which can make for a very manoeuvrable smoke screen in the air. This was a technique he used while avoiding Academy recruitment. It also bolsters his already adept flying skills and can help correct other objects (and people) in flight too.

◈ L i m i t a t i o n s a n d W e a k n e s s e s
Arthur can’t properly attack someone else or defend himself with wind unless using considerable effort. In a one-on-one fight, his best course of action is to rely on speed and fly away while barraging the chaser with a constant wind flow to tire them out. While it is effective, it depends on him being the faster combatant and assuming a fair fight.

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

@Aeolian Just finished editing up my character sheet and its all done now. Looking forward to your feedback when you get the chance.

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

I've been working on this for most of the night. While the personality and reputation sections are blank, I'll be filling those out tomorrow plus I think my other sections give a pretty good idea of them already.

Mainly posting early to see if the History section is all good and that name-dropping the Willow Gang in relationships is alright as well (not making him a member but I thought it would be fitting that he's on good terms with them).

Arthur Everwood

♫

◈ A p p e a r a n c e ◈
With a dull brown mane of wind-swept hair, there is little doubt about what Arthur spends his day doing if the aviation goggles weren't enough of an indicator. His ever-present smirk tends to give off the first impression that he has set up some grand prank and is just waiting for it to unfold, which isn't always a wrong assumption to make. Arthur often foregoes putting his robes on properly and instead lets them drape over his shoulders as if a sudden gust would blow them off entirely. And he is often caught with his House necklace hanging from his belt. If one were to look at a picture of him, it would them all they need to know about his reputation.

Seeing him in motion brings a new perspective. The way he flies has a whimsical bounciness to it as if his body truly had no mass. While walking, he will frequently lean and sway past his centre of gravity. He appreciates his freedom of movement with every motion he makes.

◈ "Our grandparent's war was for our freedom, so I'm going to take to the skies and taste it... Tell the Illuminaire I'll be back in a week." ◈

◈ N a m e
Arthur Everwood

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

◈ A g e, H e i g h t, a n d W e i g h t
18, 6'1" (185.4 cm), 155 lbs (70.3 kg)

◈ R a c e
Mystic

◈ G e n d e r
Male

◈ S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o n
Hasn't figured it out yet. Bisexuality can be assumed.

◈ Y e a r
2nd Year

◈ P e t
A green Gupoo named Gub

◈ H o u s e
House of Harold

◈ I l l u m i n a i r e
No

◈ C l a s s e s

◈ Gifts

◈ Sustained Flight

◈ Cartography

◈ Portal Exploration - Rejected

◈ Daemons - not his choice

◈ Teamwork - neither was this

◈ Ni-Seraphi History - detention subject

◈ 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

◈ "An exercise of force simply means you failed with words... So is it cool if I skip detention today?" ◈

◈ P e r s o n a l i t y
Rebellious ◈ Steadfast ◈ Unreliable ◈ Crafty ◈ Whimsical

Due to his aloof outlook on the Academy and tendency to skip out on commitments, calling Arthur steadfast may seem out of place. But he is resolute in his ability to take such actions. Tell him what to do off authority alone, and he will disregard you. He will only follow orders if he agrees with them or respects the person who said them.

His strong desire to oppose authority doesn't leave him in a dour mood. Arthur frequently keeps in good spirits and finds fun in every action he takes. After all, if anything were to take his happiness from him, it's unlikely to be the right path in the first place. You will find him constantly fleeting between different activities or courses of action, taking fun in the ebb and flow of his whims.

◈ H i s t o r y
Arthur grew up on a peaceful and relatively out-of-the-way sky island called Evendell. There was plenty of grass and wildlife to explore for the small village that called the land their home. He was in a household of non-Mystics, except for the memory of his grandfather, who lost his life in the Liberation War. Arthur's grandmother, Harriette Everwood, practically raised him as much as his parents did and certainly swayed his worldview more with stories of his grandfather, Tristan. Some were probably made up, but they still left a young Arthur with a sense of wonder.

When Arthur's gift manifested, his grandmother called him for one last story. And it was apparent from her demeanour that this one would lack the whimsy and light-heartedness her previous entries detailed. This time, she didn't bother to structure it like a tale. Harriette spoke from the heart. She talked about the last moments she spent with her husband. Although he had joined the war effort by choice, Harriette begged him to stay knowing that his gift was likely too weak to make a difference. But he was stubborn and wouldn't change his mind. It took little more than a month before the news came back of his passing.

Now that Arthur's gift had manifested and had so closely resembled his grandfather's abilities, she asked him to run from the Academy recruitment. She was grateful that the Liberation War was won, but she could never forgive that it took her husband so willingly just to let him die. She at least wanted to see her grandson be free for that cost. That was the first time Arthur had seen his grandmother crying. The next day he would take off from the sky island to evade the Academy recruitment.

For the next six months, Arthur would go from sky island to sky island as a skyship stowaway. He typically made ends meet with petty theft and odd jobs. There were occasional run-ins with Academy recruitment trying to detain him. But Arther had two tricks up his sleeve, he was quick, crafty, and had luck. A whole lot of dumb luck. So he avoided capturing the few times it happened.

Arthur eventually met someone around the same age as him with a gift named Sullivan. The two had both decided to evade the Academy, although Sullivan's reasons were far less thought out. He just got a kick out of stealing and didn't care much for the rules. Arthur found that reason kind of funny. The two got along quite well and decided to travel around together.

One day Arthur was cornered by a shady dude in an alleyway he hadn't met before. The guy was offering to show him how to make some real money. Arthur told him to 'eat dirt'; the guy didn't want to take no for an answer. So a chase ensued leading to Arthur barely getting away from the stranger but being caught by authorities. He was detained and shipped off to the Academy.

It has been over a year since Arthur has been at the Academy; he has settled down a lot since he first arrived. He came to accept that his grandmother was quite misinformed about the Academy. Even though the fact that he was brought here by force still really rubs him the wrong way.

It has also been over a year since Arthur has seen Sullivan. He had assumed that he would reunite with his friend at the Academy. But every passing day seems to prove that assumption incorrect.

◈ R e p u t a t i o n
Arthur's entrance as a student by force along with his frequent antics and 'days off' has garnered him notoriety in the short time he has attended the Academy. If you are a good student, you are told to steer away from him. Arthur couldn't be happier with this.

Quite annoyingly, Arthur isn't completely disruptive either. He has been known to help those struggling in Sustained Flight and is known as one of the better tutors for it. When he shows up that is, which is about a fifty-fifty chance.

Arthur is labelled as lazy by a few of the Academy teachers due to his appalling attendance rate in some classes. But anyone who knows him would disagree. He is productive and active for a good portion of the day. He just doesn't spend his efforts on the Academy work alone.

◈ G o a l s
Despite often coming off as contradictory, Arthur has never felt as though he has swayed from his feelings and drives. He simply has and cannot still express them in a meaningful way. In short, Arthur feels an inherent wrongness with the current system making Academy attendance mandatory and the reputation those who oppose that are labelled with. He sees it as contradictory to restrict someone's freedom like that when the goal of the Liberation War was to free humanity. This is one of many bones he has to pick with the system, despite feeling support for it in general.

Arthur simply desires the respect necessary to be able to communicate these ideas and have people listen. But truthfully he wouldn't know what to say if he got it. He still doubts his convictions from time to time. If he was truly heard out, would people even agree?

◈ R e l a t i o n s
Harriette Everwood is Arthur's grandmother. Most of his rebellious streak was brought on by her stories and the things she taught him as a kid. He keeps semi-regular correspondence with her via letters.

Sullivan Belclaire (18) was another delinquent who Arthur spent time with while dodging the Academy recruiters. The two have not been in contact since Arthur was brought to the Academy.

The Willow Gang is a notorious school gang at the Academy known for causing trouble. It didn't take long for Arthur to join in the fun.

◈ "My gift isn't meant for fighting, it is to see the horizon and find out what lies beyond." ◈

◈ 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
Gift of the Gentle Winds



◈ M y s t i c C o d e
Arthur can control the air around him, speeding it up and manipulating its direction. His ability to control it is more subtle than historic figures with similar abilities. He struggles to summon strong currents and will use a considerable amount more stamina doing so. But he can manipulate smaller currents in larger areas for more extended periods.

His gift is incredibly versatile and has a variety of uses that he has only just begun experimenting with. Arthur will struggle to push a boulder or redirect a sword's swing. But manipulating smaller and lighter objects comes with ease. One trick he is particularly fond of is using a bunch of cloth which can make for a very manoeuvrable smoke screen in the air. This was a technique he used while avoiding Academy recruitment. It also bolsters his already adept flying skills and can help correct other objects (and people) in flight too.

◈ L i m i t a t i o n s a n d W e a k n e s s e s
Arthur can’t properly attack someone else or defend himself with wind unless using considerable effort. In a one-on-one fight, his best course of action is to rely on speed and fly away while barraging the chaser with a constant wind flow to tire them out. While it is effective, it depends on him being the faster combatant and assuming a fair fight.

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Thanks for the clarification.

My idea is that his grandmother told him to run from the Academy recruitment due to losing her husband to the war. He initially did so leading to some time period (I'm flexible on how long that could realistically be) where he manifested his power and was brought into the Academy. He went around doing some petty thefts after that at which point some shady guy would have tried to recruit him to something. Only due to hearing about the myth would he have guessed its related to Daemons.

I want him to be a trouble maker but certainly not a bad person. He is conflicted between was he was told about the war as he grew up and the harsh reality of it that he learns from class. Rebel without a cause type of deal

Let me know if this is all good with you. Thanks

Edit: He would have gifts around wind and flying so he is a bit harder to catch if that helps. Also he would be in his second year so I plan for him to be more calmed down than what he would have been in his first. I don't want to be disruptive to the RP or anything, just have him be teen rebellious like stay out past curfew and things like that

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Thanks, I'll try to have something written up in a couple of days. I do have a few questions that I didn't pick up from my reading of the OOC and just want to confirm.

- Is being a Mystic a genetic thing/are you more likely to be a Mystic is a family member was one? Would you be likely to have a similar ability as them?
- While it is implied, is the academy a floating sky island? How much of the world consists of those?

My idea with the character is that he didn't sign up for about a year after his gift manifested. During that time he went on a spree of incredibly petty theft and all around being a public nuisance. During which time he did try getting recruited by a Daemon, but he rejected them.

- would be possible? I imagine there are some parts of the world where the Academy reach doesn't go as far and the Daemon academy tends to find more recruits?

- Would petty theft constitute someone being regarded as a Daemon. Because I would like to avoid that?

Sorry it's a lot of questions lol. Just wanting to make sure some of my core ideas are okay before I write up my concept.

Thanks

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Hi, I'm still following along with this as I think it looks fun. I'll be happy to be put on a waitlist if that is possible. I don't mind waiting as that would give me more time to develop a character

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

@Aeolian

That's perfectly fine and understandable. Tbh I kind of doubted I'd be able to get a compelling character together by the second deadline anyway haha.

Hope its a good RP. Have fun all