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Aika Lennone



Being much closer to Illian and Claude than the rest of the troop, Aika became a clear target for the first risen in the approach. The agile myrmidon dashed past the heavy blade wielding mercenaries, ducking as it drew its blade low for a slash at her.

"Waah!"

Aika almost fell onto her back as the very obvious attack came completely as a surprise against her distracted demeanor. Just barely avoiding a highly incapacitating slice, it took a long moment for Aika to regain her composure. However, within that moment, the ditsy butterfly that introduced herself to the group vanished, and in her place was the expression of blood pumping focus, the realization that a duel was upon her. She quickly darted her left hand to the sword, and unleashed the silver blade from its scabbard. The dim candlelight of the area glistened off of the razor edge as she ran her free hand across the flat of the weapon, her palm glowing blue and white with electricity as she did so.

In a flash, the blade of this longsword was coated in a sheet of sapphire lightning, which arced up and down the metal, sparking off the edges and giving the weapon a bright blue glow. "All right you eldritch horror, lets dance!" The static from her palm coursed through her body as she burst into action. She assaulted the risen swordsman with a flurry of slashes, dancing forward and pushing it back as it deftly struck her blade with its own to block every attack with similar velocity. Once the myrmidon was backed against the coffin it crawled out of, Aika lunged in for a kill thrust.

"Take THIS!"
BANG!

"What the-"

In the moment just before her final strike would fell the monster, the crash of a greatsword drove a schism between Aika and her opponent. With her lightning reflexes, she managed to parry the strike and slide back, looking up to see a corpse towering over her with an equally large blade. The mercenary risen rose its sword in unison with the myrmidon, and both of the zombies lunged forward, directing their attacks towards the young spell-blade.
Ezeras Ekkenhart



"I've spent my entire life mastering this art, but you're more than welcome to study with me."

Ezeras stands at 6'02", about average for an elf. He is rather lean, but carries the typical finesse about him that is common of his kind. He significantly lacks muscle, but not unhealthily so.

Rank
Destructive/Neutra Class

Age
112

Sex
Male

Standard Skills / Abilities
Ezeras is a genius through and through. His ability to learn, understand and retain complex knowledge of history, mathematics, science, magic and all else is outstanding, even compared to other elves. He has mastered the art of the scholar and often performs lectures and seminars on the use of magic or other studies.

Contritio Spellcasting
Evocation
Ezeras is an accomplished magician. While he has devoted time and effort into learning all forms of Contritio magic, no mage surpasses him in the art of Evocation; a vibrant and dynamic style that weaves raw magical energy to create a desired effect out of nothing. Many evocation spells can deal considerable damage through blasts of fire, lighting and the like, rather than simply destroying an object through direct magical pressure.

Personality
True Neutral
First and foremost, Ezeras is a man of knowledge. His hobbies and spare time consist of study and experimentation in both science and magic. He is not concerned with the morals or ethics of others: only the reality of everything matters. He deals little in opinion and emotion, and instead focuses on fact and reason. This is not to say that he is stoic and cold. His passion for information and discovery drives him to pierce the darkness of ignorance and forage the path to new insight. When inquired, Ezeras could gladly talk for as long as needed in order to answer someone's question or show them some magical display.

Equipment
Ezeras' lack of armor or a weapon would hint that he travels light, were it not for the many tomes, materials and ingredients that he carries on person for various magical needs. He sports simple scholar's garb: a robe and slacks accented with many pockets and a large wizard's hat.

Biography / History
Ezeras had a very easy childhood. As soon as he could talk, his family knew he would be a prodigy. He made quick work of any learning institution he was put through, and showed to command the forces of magic almost as naturally as the sorcerers. But through his study and understanding, Ezeras rose to become a powerful wizard. By the time he reached the adolescent years of his early 100's, he had already become not only one of the highest performing students, but moving on to teaching as the most powerful Evoker in the school. He's held his title rightfully since the age of one hundred and twelve, and has helped many aspiring magicians reach the title of Wizard.
@Sarcelle Renard


I did it.
OH HELLO AGAIN. WHAT HAVE WE HERE? LOTS OF MAGIC AND COMPLICATED PLOTS IN THE SHAPES OF ANIME TITS? YES PLEASE I'LL HAVE TWO.
@Redstring
Its too bad you weren't partied with Aika then. I'm not making her a Sully clone or anything (she's not nearly as abrasive) but she's chock-full of spunk. Ehehehehehe
What about the party he's not in? Can't we get started since we all posted?

EDIT

I added theme songs for Aika in her CS.
@Sagittarius
My very first phone was destroyed when I fell on it during middle school, about a week after getting it.
THANKS FOR SPOILERWARNING IN AN EDIT AFTER I WATCH IT YOU MOTHERF-

I heard SMTxFE wasn't going over well in Japan anyway.
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