LupusIntus

SAO: Living in Aincrad

Geist

It was a strange feeling, the bodiless void one found when launching Sword Art Online; a brief moment of floating without sensory input before suddenly flying through a tunnel of speeding light and color. Akira had never quite felt anything like it and for a moment he felt his heart begin to race in panic as he instinctively reached out for any sort of stability, though he had no hands with which to grab even if he did find something. He wasn’t even sure how he could feel his own heartbeat without a body to speak of but was actually comforted by that sensation.

After a moment the world began to slow and soon he was being bombarded by loading messages. They passed quickly by his vision, system checks according to what little text he caught as they flew past, and then a singular login screen appeared hovering before him. His mind was slowly becoming used to the Nerve Gear system and he found he could type as he would on any computer keyboard, quickly entering his credentials he’d made on the game’s website not thirty minutes ago. Next was the character creation screen, but Akira paid it little attention: he didn’t come into this game to be some other person.

Did he?

He chose a preset, a tall olive-skinned warrior with a handsome appearance, long graceful limbs and flowing black hair tied into a long ponytail. Next came his ‘starting kit’ selection, though Akira wasn’t sure what half of the names were alluding to. Myrmidon? As in the ancient Greek nation? He settled on ‘rogue’ simply because it sounded classy enough and as soon as he accepted his selection there was a tingling sensation as his avatar was created by the system. Looking down at himself he was once overcome by the strange sensation of seeing, and feeling a body that wasn’t your own. The system prompted him to touch his own arms and legs, to bend in certain ways, as some sort of calibration and when that was finally finished a single message was left before him.

“Welcome to Sword Art Online!”

A soft breeze was blowing across the main plaza of the starting zone and Akira marveled at the feeling of it knowing full well it was nothing but a computer simulation. He could taste spring in the air, feel the sun warming his skin, and hear the calls of unknown birds in the distance: sensations so carefully sculpted by the game’s designers that he would never have known them to be fake had he simply woken up in this place. Akira’s dark eyes blinked as his HUD loaded, several displays and colored bars appearing in the corners of his vision and just as a test he reached out and poked one of the icons. He hesitantly scrolled through the system settings but didn’t change anything and finally closed the window with another flick of his finger. There was an inventory screen and he noticed he was given some starting equipment: “Starter Leather Armor” and “Starter Dagger”. He could see the armor was nothing more than a thick leather chestplate over a simple blue-linen shirt and dark linen pants, clearly ‘starter’ as its name suggested, and there was a small straight-bladed dagger sheathed on his hip. He didn’t notice any other weapons and scrolled through again just to be sure. Maybe his equipped sword was in another screen? Exiting the menus he glanced around and saw there were many other new players logging in, more and more every minute. He wanted to get away from the crowds and so walked down the main street, eyes taking in every distinct building and shop along the road. There were more people here as well, shopkeepers and stall owners, but Akira wasn’t sure if they were overly-enthusiastic role players or incredible computer simulations. He passed through a massive stone gate and took a sharp breath as he saw the starter fields spread out before him. It was an amazing sight, so full of color and life vastly different from the crowded streets of Tokyo, and he couldn’t help but stand agape. Shaking away the moment feeling embarrassed for himself though none of the people around seemed to notice or care, he walked further from the walls until he saw a handful of other players moving around killing the large boars which were milling about.

Moving down the bluff towards one of the creatures he noticed a floating red crystal over a thin green bar. Stepping within a few feet of the creature, it turned to him with an angry grunt, its glowing red eyes regarding him angrily. “Sword… start?” he muttered to no effect and without waiting for another attempt the beast charged forward with a squeal. Akira cried out, holding his arms up in defense, as the boar barreled into him and sent him flying back onto his behind. “Ouch…” He muttered instinctively, though he was amazed at the lack of any pain sensation from the headbutt. The boar went back to its milling about as Akira picked himself up, face red with the humiliation of being bested by a pig. Drawing the small knife, he looked at his reflection in the blade wondering if the game really expected him to fight with such a puny thing. He wasn’t going to back down, give up and let this world win just like the real one had, and with an angry growl he charged forward with an attack of his own.

Thirty minutes later he picked himself up for the twenty-seventh time, gasping heavily as the unscathed boar chewed on some tall field grass. A flashing indicator showed one of his HUD bars had gotten smaller and was now nothing more than a tiny sliver of red. “HP…?” He panted, wiping a few beads of sweat from his brow. He swiped the flashing indicator away, eyes glaring at the creature that was mocking him in its own way. Never in his life had he been stopped in such a manner, hit such a wall as this pig was representing, and up until this point Akira had truly believed there was nothing he couldn’t overcome.

But this stupid pig!?

The rage seethed inside him but he pushed it down, bringing some form of calm back to his mind so that he could focus on the challenge at hand. He raised the small dagger carefully, planning out his next attack well before the attempt, and as he held there a strange humming sensation trembled from the leather hilt, spreading down his arm. With a final burst of effort Akira dashed forward, body guided by the system, and his now glowing blade pierced straight through the creature’s flank. The thin green bar quickly shrank to yellow then red before winking out of existence, clearly some sort of life bar, and with one final groan the boar toppled over and exploded into a shower of pixelated blue sparks. A small victory screen appeared and informed him he’d apparently gotten a piece of ‘boar hide’ and one ‘chunk of boar meat’ along with 24 ‘XP’ and 5 ‘Cor’, though he had no idea what those were. He took a long moment to bask in his victory, and to catch his breath, before searching out the next creature to attempt the same attack on.

The hours flew by and before long Akira had killed a few dozen of the boars and had even reached Level 2 according to a message from the system. He had no idea how the strength and agility stats worked in the game so he distributed his three points at random. It was just as he was debating logging off for the night or going back into town to try and trade his collection of boar pieces for a real weapon when he suddenly found himself back in the starting plaza. It was crowded, thousands of other players standing about and looking as confused as he felt, and after a long moment the massive figure appeared in the sky to address them. Though it was a bit too much for Akira to fully understand, They could truly die in here?, he could read the fearful gasps and cries of alarm echoing through the crowds well enough and there was certainly no log-out button in his menus. The mirror in his inventory had the same effect as it did on everyone else but, in a way, Akira was more relieved to be back in his regular body: it was a body he could trust and one he could rely on in the coming days. He slipped quickly out of the plaza and headed again for the main gate just as the chaos erupted. Though he had no idea where he was going or what he was going to do he determined getting out of the city would be best. People were in a panic, a frenzy, a regular riot, but there had to be someone around who knew what was going on, someone who he could use to survive this game which was feeling more and more real every second.

LupusIntus Character Datasphere

Name in Real Life: Toda Akira
In Name Game: Geist
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Looks: Akira’s hair is a dark blonde, well-trimmed in a longer style that gives him an older appearance. His features are fine and handsome, a perfect blend of Scandinavian and east-Asian with a tight jaw line and large dark eyes.


Short Bio: Akira was born in central Tokyo to an incredibly wealthy family. His father, owner of one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in Asia, met his mother at a private dinner function following a performance by the world-renowned Kirov Bellet company; she being one of their star dancers. They raised their son in typical upper-class fashion, or rather paid a series of maids, nannies, and tutors to raise him as they were often far too busy with their own lives to care for him. Still, he grew up perfectly in their eyes and quickly established himself as a boy who could succeed at anything he put his mind to. All through his schooling he achieved top marks in his classes, was always voted class president, and even played as a starting pitcher on his prestigious private school’s baseball team; he was smart, handsome, and popular. Success just came naturally to Akira and most often with little effort on his part, much to the chagrin of many other students.

Unsurprisingly, Akira was accepted to Tokyo University and to with several dozen other schools around the world, some of which he didn’t even apply to. His parents threw a large banquet in honor of the occasion and invited famous actors and dancers and businessmen from all around the world. They were all strangers to Akira and though he smiled and shook hands and thanked those who congratulated him inside he felt nothing but emptiness, a void growing with each passing year. The boy knew he was being paraded like a prized pig, no better than the shiny piece of expensive jewelry proudly displayed over the tuxes and dresses of all in attendance. Within a week he moved out of the penthouse apartment his parents hardly ever stayed in and soon found himself in a similar, albeit smaller, penthouse on the other side of the city. It was prepaid and pre-furnished in a tactful modern style that left Akira feeling cold despite the warm springtime weather. He was soon attending his classes, biology and business classes suited for the heir to his father’s company, but it wasn’t long before the days began to blur together into monotonous routine. It came on rather suddenly, the realization that he was nothing more than a prisoner in a world of his parent’s creation: a world devoid of joy and color from which he could not escape. He doesn’t remember where he first saw the advertisement; was it on TV, or maybe a billboard?; but something about the image of a fortress floating in the sky stuck in his mind. Akira had never played a video game in his life, he’d hadn’t had the time and his parents would have never allowed it even if he had, which was perhaps the driving reason behind his sudden need to acquire it. He made a few phone calls; with his father’s connections it wasn’t difficult to secure a Nerve Gear or even a copy of the program despite its limited release; and on November 2nd he found himself lying on his bed staring up at the white-washed ceiling through the visor lens.

“Link... start.”

Welcome to Sword Art Online...

Personality: Akira is most often cold and calculating but displays a two-faced split in his countenance; the perfect sophisticated socialite on one hand and a sneering highbrow elitist on the other. He doesn’t make friends; or at least he’s had little success in the past; but will strive to make allies if he thinks they can help further his own agenda (which often works simply because he often brings a lot to the table). Still, even his mutual allegiances don’t often last long when the other party has fulfilled their usefulness.
Despite his positively terrible attitude and abrasive nature, there is a glimmer of something else beneath the surface; something that wishes to connect with another person in a wide and seemingly empty world. It just takes a keen eye and a patient mind to see it.

Noncombat Skills:
-Sprint
-Searching

Combat Skills:
-Parry
-Battle Healing
-Leather Equipment

Weapon Skill:
-One-handed Dagger
-Knife-Throwing

Dagger Skills:
-Armor Pierce: single strike attack that lowers target's armor.
-Cross Edge: 2-strike attack with high crit. hit chance.

Preferred weapon and Armor: Light leather armor, thrown weapons and one-handed daggers.

Level: 2
HP: 450
STR: 6
AGI: 7

SAO: Living in Aincrad

Name in Real Life: Toda Akira
In Name Game: Geist
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Looks: Akira’s hair is a dark blonde, well-trimmed in a longer style that gives him an older appearance. His features are fine and handsome, a perfect blend of Scandinavian and east-Asian with a tight jaw line and large dark eyes.

Short Bio

Akira was born in central Tokyo to an incredibly wealthy family. His father, owner of one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in Asia, met his mother at a private dinner function following a performance by the world-renowned Kirov Bellet company; she being one of their star dancers. They raised their son in typical upper-class fashion, or rather paid a series of maids, nannies, and tutors to raise him as they were often far too busy with their own lives to care for him. Still, he grew up perfectly in their eyes and quickly established himself as a boy who could succeed at anything he put his mind to. All through his schooling he achieved top marks in his classes, was always voted class president, and even played as a starting pitcher on his prestigious private school’s baseball team; he was smart, handsome, and popular. Success just came naturally to Akira and most often with little effort on his part, much to the chagrin of many other students.

Unsurprisingly, Akira was accepted to Tokyo University and to with several dozen other schools around the world, some of which he didn’t even apply to. His parents threw a large banquet in honor of the occasion and invited famous actors and dancers and businessmen from all around the world. They were all strangers to Akira and though he smiled and shook hands and thanked those who congratulated him inside he felt nothing but emptiness, a void growing with each passing year. The boy knew he was being paraded like a prized pig, no better than the shiny piece of expensive jewelry proudly displayed over the tuxes and dresses of all in attendance. Within a week he moved out of the penthouse apartment his parents hardly ever stayed in and soon found himself in a similar, albeit smaller, penthouse on the other side of the city. It was prepaid and pre-furnished in a tactful modern style that left Akira feeling cold despite the warm springtime weather. He was soon attending his classes, biology and business classes suited for the heir to his father’s company, but it wasn’t long before the days began to blur together into monotonous routine. It came on rather suddenly, the realization that he was nothing more than a prisoner in a world of his parent’s creation: a world devoid of joy and color from which he could not escape. He doesn’t remember where he first saw the advertisement; was it on TV, or maybe a billboard?; but something about the image of a fortress floating in the sky stuck in his mind. Akira had never played a video game in his life, he’d hadn’t had the time and his parents would have never allowed it even if he had, which was perhaps the driving reason behind his sudden need to acquire it. He made a few phone calls; with his father’s connections it wasn’t difficult to secure a Nerve Gear or even a copy of the program despite its limited release; and on November 2nd he found himself lying on his bed staring up at the white-washed ceiling through the visor lens.

“Link... start.”

Welcome to Sword Art Online...

Personality: Akira is most often cold and calculating but displays a two-faced split in his countenance; the perfect sophisticated socialite on one hand and a sneering highbrow elitist on the other. He doesn’t make friends; or at least he’s had little success in the past; but will strive to make allies if he thinks they can help further his own agenda (which often works simply because he often brings a lot to the table). Still, even his mutual allegiances don’t often last long when the other party has fulfilled their usefulness.
Despite his positively terrible attitude and abrasive nature, there is a glimmer of something else beneath the surface; something that wishes to connect with another person in a wide and seemingly empty world. It just takes a keen eye and a patient mind to see it.

Noncombat Skills:
-Sprint
-Searching

Combat Skills:
-Battle Healing
-Leather Equipment

Weapon Skill:
-One-handed Dagger
-Knife-Throwing

Dagger Skills:
-Armor Pierce: single strike attack that lowers target's armor.
-Side Bite: 2-strike attack with a small chance to bind the target.

Preferred weapon and Armor: Light leather armor, thrown weapons and one-handed daggers.

Level: 3
HP: 625
STR: 6
AGI: 10

SAO: Living in Aincrad

@Grayscythe Haha, yea that is very likely. I played a few RWBY RP's with 'Kalimay Kay', though I don't quite remember which one we would have been in together. :)

@chukklehed Heya chukklehed. Ya, I really fell off the grid for a while (or threw myself off). Even moved to the opposite side of the planet to do it!

@Caits Great, thanks! I'll start working on my intro.

SAO: Living in Aincrad

Well, if you are still accepting new people here's my char sheet application. :)

Toda Akira

Name in Real Life: Toda Akira
In Name Game: Geist
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Looks: Akira’s hair is a dark blonde, well-trimmed in a longer style that gives him an older appearance. His features are fine and handsome, a perfect blend of Scandinavian and east-Asian with a tight jaw line and large dark eyes.


Short Bio: Akira was born in central Tokyo to an incredibly wealthy family. His father, owner of one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in Asia, met his mother at a private dinner function following a performance by the world-renowned Kirov Bellet company; she being one of their star dancers. They raised their son in typical upper-class fashion, or rather paid a series of maids, nannies, and tutors to raise him as they were often far too busy with their own lives to care for him. Still, he grew up perfectly in their eyes and quickly established himself as a boy who could succeed at anything he put his mind to. All through his schooling he achieved top marks in his classes, was always voted class president, and even played as a starting pitcher on his prestigious private school’s baseball team; he was smart, handsome, and popular. Success just came naturally to Akira and most often with little effort on his part, much to the chagrin of many other students.

Unsurprisingly, Akira was accepted to Tokyo University and to with several dozen other schools around the world, some of which he didn’t even apply to. His parents threw a large banquet in honor of the occasion and invited famous actors and dancers and businessmen from all around the world. They were all strangers to Akira and though he smiled and shook hands and thanked those who congratulated him inside he felt nothing but emptiness, a void growing with each passing year. The boy knew he was being paraded like a prized pig, no better than the shiny piece of expensive jewelry proudly displayed over the tuxes and dresses of all in attendance. Within a week he moved out of the penthouse apartment his parents hardly ever stayed in and soon found himself in a similar, albeit smaller, penthouse on the other side of the city. It was prepaid and pre-furnished in a tactful modern style that left Akira feeling cold despite the warm springtime weather. He was soon attending his classes, biology and business classes suited for the heir to his father’s company, but it wasn’t long before the days began to blur together into monotonous routine. It came on rather suddenly, the realization that he was nothing more than a prisoner in a world of his parent’s creation: a world devoid of joy and color from which he could not escape. He doesn’t remember where he first saw the advertisement; was it on TV, or maybe a billboard?; but something about the image of a fortress floating in the sky stuck in his mind. Akira had never played a video game in his life, he’d hadn’t had the time and his parents would have never allowed it even if he had, which was perhaps the driving reason behind his sudden need to acquire it. He made a few phone calls; with his father’s connections it wasn’t difficult to secure a Nerve Gear or even a copy of the program despite its limited release; and on November 2nd he found himself lying on his bed staring up at the white-washed ceiling through the visor lens.

“Link... start.”

Welcome to Sword Art Online...

Personality: Akira is most often cold and calculating but displays a two-faced split in his countenance; the perfect sophisticated socialite on one hand and a sneering highbrow elitist on the other. He doesn’t make friends; or at least he’s had little success in the past; but will strive to make allies if he thinks they can help further his own agenda (which often works simply because he often brings a lot to the table). Still, even his mutual allegiances don’t often last long when the other party has fulfilled their usefulness.
Despite his positively terrible attitude and abrasive nature, there is a glimmer of something else beneath the surface; something that wishes to connect with another person in a wide and seemingly empty world. It just takes a keen eye and a patient mind to see it.

Noncombat Skills:
-Sprint
-Searching

Combat Skills:
-Parry
-Battle Healing
-Leather Equipment

Weapon Skill:
-One-handed Dagger
-Knife-Throwing

Dagger Skills:
-Armor Pierce: single strike attack that lowers target's armor.
-Cross Edge: 2-strike attack with high crit. hit chance.

Preferred weapon and Armor: Light leather armor, thrown weapons and one-handed daggers.

Level: 2
HP: 450
STR: 6
AGI: 7

SAO: Living in Aincrad

Heyo!

Is this RP still accepting? I'd very much like to be part of another SAO RP and it looks like y'all have a nice group.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Name: Sevrin Crillden
Nickname(s): Sev
Gender: Male
Age: 11
House: Ravenclaw

Appearance: Sev is a squirrely young boy with bright, intelligent grey eyes and short oak-brown hair. His features are soft and boyish, clearly showing his age, and fit well around his crooked smile and his limbs are thin and wispy. When out of his uniform, Sev often wears casual clothes of the era; faded, hole-filled jeans, graphic T-shirts, and a bright red zip-up hoodie.

Wand: 12.5 inches of surprisingly squishy Alder wood with a Dragon heartstring core.
Pet: Feris the Ferret, a slightly larger-than-average and incredibly intelligent albino ferret.

Strengths:
Dexterity – Sev has spent a lot of time practicing basic wand motions (only with twigs and sticks, of course), even before entering Hogwarts, and has excellent hand-to-eye coordination. He is able to pick up fine twists and flicks faster than most students.
Quick Reflexes – Hours spent balancing on crumbled stone walls and fallen trees , pretending to battle dark wizards and monsters of every shape and size has given Sev excellent reaction time.
Natural Herbalist – Though not a passion per se, Sev’s mother was an exceptional gardener and herbalist and was able to implant much of her knowledge and expertise into Sev from an early age. It also helped that he grew up in the country, away from all hubs of civilization, and so spent a lot of his time as a child out on the moors.

Weaknesses:
Short tempered – sometimes it doesn’t take much to push Sev over the edge and he’ll be sure to let you know it.
Poor student – Despite his determination to follow in his father’s footsteps, Sev is not a very good visual or auditory learner. It takes considerable effort to grasp written material and to put his mind into a mode suitable for long hours of studying. He will likely need special tutoring to acceptably pass all of his classes.

Personality: Sevrin is often quiet and reserved, until he gets to know somebody, taking the time to observe the people and places around him before making any decisions on how to behave. Once he opens up he can be very friendly but slightly awkward as it becomes clear he hasn’t had too many close friends in his life. He is clever, though quick to act, and always has his mind set on his own personal goals. Sev is very protective of animals and of people who can’t defend themselves and won’t stand for the abuse of either. Though he appears to be a bit of a loner, deep down he strongly desires to find a group of friends.

History:
Sevrin was born in north England, in a small town called Slingsby, northeast of York. His mother, JoAnna is a muggle, a primary school teacher, and his father, Marten, is an Auror of small renown; they had met in York while he was investigating a rogue wizard who was murdering muggles in a gruesome manner. He had saved her life and they quickly fell in love and, after being married, they moved north into the country for a ‘quiet life’.
Sevrin was their first child, though they’ve since had one more, and they were delighted to learn of his wizarding ability. He’d grown up in both the worlds and had even attended the muggle primary school, though he never quite felt like he fit in with the children there, and most teachers thought him (and his parents) a bit too eccentric with his ‘imagination’. From his earliest memories, Sev had always wanted to follow his father as an Auror; going head to head with dark wizards in amazing duels; and so when he received his letter from Hogwarts he was overjoyed. Marten had been a Gryffindor and spoke highly of his house, though he never explicitly pushed for Sev to try and be sorted there. Sev took these teachings to heart, for it wasn’t often he and his father shared a real heart-to-heart as the man was often too busy with work.

NPCs:
Marten Crillden (Father)– An Auror of small renown, he is one of the chief investigators of the Yorkshire department and handles many of the cases involving dark wizards and witches in that area. He is an expert on forbidden magic, particularly those with pagan/druidic roots, and can speak 7 different languages. He graduated from Hogwarts in 1994, earning his Auror license 3 years later and survived the Second Wizarding War though he earned a large scar across the left side of his throat.

JoAnna Crillden (Mother)– Muggle born, she grew up in north York and attended university in the city, earning her primary school teachers license. Her natural beauty merely accentuates her kind heart and cheerful spirit and she holds a deep love for all living things. During her late university years there was a string of violent murders on and around her school campus, while the muggle news reported the possibility of a serial killer they couldn’t explain the strange nature of some of the deaths and their investigation was going nowhere. It was one night later that year, three days before the winter solstice, when she was ambushed on the street and kidnapped. She was held for over 48 hours by the deranged wizard who planned on using her as a sacrifice but was eventually rescued by a squad of Auror’s led by Marten. While he did wipe her mind at first, as was protocol, he found himself being drawn to her beauty and personality during his follow-ups and they eventually fell in love. She has since had her ‘eyes opened’ to the magical world she never knew existed and delights in learning about all the strange people and creatures of their world.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Huzzah! I'll repost my char sheet in characters and start working an intro. :)

It looks like the sorting hat bizz is already finished, no? Would a GM kindly assign Sevrin a house (and a tad bit of flavor text from the Sorting Hat would be nice as well :D)?

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

I'm just hangin around. Let me know if i'm accepted. :)

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Huzzah! Okay, well this is what I came up with.

Name: Sevrin Crillden
Nickname(s): Sev
Gender: Male
Age: 11
House: Waiting to be sorted.

Appearance: Sev is a squirrely young boy with bright, intelligent grey eyes and short oak-brown hair. His features are soft and boyish, clearly showing his age, and fit well around his crooked smile and his limbs are thin and wispy. When out of his uniform, Sev often wears casual clothes of the era; faded, hole-filled jeans, graphic T-shirts, and a bright red zip-up hoodie.

Wand: 12.5 inches of surprisingly squishy Alder wood with a Dragon heartstring core.
Pet: Feris the Ferret, a slightly larger-than-average and incredibly intelligent albino ferret.

Strengths:
Dexterity – Sev has spent a lot of time practicing basic wand motions (only with twigs and sticks, of course), even before entering Hogwarts, and has excellent hand-to-eye coordination. He is able to pick up fine twists and flicks faster than most students.
Quick Reflexes – Hours spent balancing on crumbled stone walls and fallen trees , pretending to battle dark wizards and monsters of every shape and size has given Sev excellent reaction time.
Natural Herbalist – Though not a passion per se, Sev’s mother was an exceptional gardener and herbalist and was able to implant much of her knowledge and expertise into Sev from an early age. It also helped that he grew up in the country, away from all hubs of civilization, and so spent a lot of his time as a child out on the moors.

Weaknesses:
Short tempered – sometimes it doesn’t take much to push Sev over the edge and he’ll be sure to let you know it.
Poor student – Despite his determination to follow in his father’s footsteps, Sev is not a very good visual or auditory learner. It takes considerable effort to grasp written material and to put his mind into a mode suitable for long hours of studying. He will likely need special tutoring to acceptably pass all of his classes.

Personality: Sevrin is often quiet and reserved, until he gets to know somebody, taking the time to observe the people and places around him before making any decisions on how to behave. Once he opens up he can be very friendly but slightly awkward as it becomes clear he hasn’t had too many close friends in his life. He is clever, though quick to act, and always has his mind set on his own personal goals. Sev is very protective of animals and of people who can’t defend themselves and won’t stand for the abuse of either. Though he appears to be a bit of a loner, deep down he strongly desires to find a group of friends.

History:
Sevrin was born in north England, in a small town called Slingsby, northeast of York. His mother, JoAnna is a muggle, a primary school teacher, and his father, Marten, is an Auror of small renown; they had met in York while he was investigating a rogue wizard who was murdering muggles in a gruesome manner. He had saved her life and they quickly fell in love and, after being married, they moved north into the country for a ‘quiet life’.
Sevrin was their first child, though they’ve since had one more, and they were delighted to learn of his wizarding ability. He’d grown up in both the worlds and had even attended the muggle primary school, though he never quite felt like he fit in with the children there, and most teachers thought him (and his parents) a bit too eccentric with his ‘imagination’. From his earliest memories, Sev had always wanted to follow his father as an Auror; going head to head with dark wizards in amazing duels; and so when he received his letter from Hogwarts he was overjoyed. Marten had been a Gryffindor and spoke highly of his house, though he never explicitly pushed for Sev to try and be sorted there. Sev took these teachings to heart, for it wasn’t often he and his father shared a real heart-to-heart as the man was often too busy with work.

NPCs:
Marten Crillden (Father)– An Auror of small renown, he is one of the chief investigators of the Yorkshire department and handles many of the cases involving dark wizards and witches in that area. He is an expert on forbidden magic, particularly those with pagan/druidic roots, and can speak 7 different languages. He graduated from Hogwarts in 1994, earning his Auror license 3 years later and survived the Second Wizarding War though he earned a large scar across the left side of his throat.

JoAnna Crillden (Mother)– Muggle born, she grew up in north York and attended university in the city, earning her primary school teachers license. Her natural beauty merely accentuates her kind heart and cheerful spirit and she holds a deep love for all living things. During her late university years there was a string of violent murders on and around her school campus, while the muggle news reported the possibility of a serial killer they couldn’t explain the strange nature of some of the deaths and their investigation was going nowhere. It was one night later that year, three days before the winter solstice, when she was ambushed on the street and kidnapped. She was held for over 48 hours by the deranged wizard who planned on using her as a sacrifice but was eventually rescued by a squad of Auror’s led by Marten. While he did wipe her mind at first, as was protocol, he found himself being drawn to her beauty and personality during his follow-ups and they eventually fell in love. She has since had her ‘eyes opened’ to the magical world she never knew existed and delights in learning about all the strange people and creatures of their world.