ooc: Please read the spec prior to posting, as this will lay out the background. I’d like everyone to make an “intro” post about their character. You can have any fantasy character within reason (so your charrie can’t be all powerful etc). Normal rules – no god modding, controlling other people’s charries etc. You also do not have to reveal your charrie’s power immediately, if they have one.
Just jump in, but if you have a Qu, just send me a mssg, or put it in OOC.
Background: This is a where the stories, legends and the folklore are real, but only to those who know about it.
There are lots of different types of people in this world. There are some who are magical, and others who are only ordinary humans.
The magical world runs parallel with this ordinary world, but there are places that a magical creature can be themselves, certain buildings etc.
If a magical act, or creature not glamoured, is witnessed by a non magical creature who is able to speak, the information must be distorted by an Enforcer, selected members of the magical community who have the ability to alter a memory. Enforcers can be anyone who has passed an Enforcer test, though there is an age limit.
But recently, there has been some issues with the Enforcers. Someone has been changing the memory of not only those of non magical beings, but those of magical too. Where an Enforcer's power comes from is a guarded secret, but no one wants to believe that an Enforcer could be behind the odd occurrences....
There has also been a recent spate of killings of Magicals and mundanes of all types. The only thing that links them is that the killer has been removing the head and, so far, none have turned up again.
In the midst of all this, Cross Academy is finally opening it's doors to students and teachers alike. The first school that will specialize in allowing both magical and non magical students to co-inside. It is a test to see if integration a young age will help magical children fit in better and allow them to practice hiding themselves effectively. It is also designed to breakdown prejudices.
The ages for the school were 11 to 19, and would teach all the normal classes, but when the mundanes went to some of their classes, the magicals would undertake special classes.
The staff include Enforcers, non magical and magical staff. All staff, who are not human in appearance, must wear glamour at all times. Those students who suffer from this, must take potions each day to hide their physical appearance (such as if they are a toad etc).
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IC:
"Ethan, how could you?"
He didn't turn his head, keeping his eye fixed on the garden, where the Tyre swing was occupied by a girl of around 15, with long blonde hair in a loose plait. She was staring at the ground with a look of serious contemplation.
His own face was serious as he looked at her, but his attention was pulled away as the person who was addressing him persisted.
“Ethan James Crowe,” the voice said sternly, and he turned his head to face the woman in the room.
Her arms were folded in obvious annoyance, her foot only a wrong phrase from beginning to tap.
He kept his head low and looked up at her with his blue eyes.
“Don’t even try it, mister,” she said, not softening under his “sad” gaze.
His face slipped into a grin, which was much more natural to him.
“And I don’t see what’s funny,” said the woman, her brows furrowing.
“Come on, Aunt Jane,” he said, throwing his arms out. “It’s not like the Mundy’s will remember.”
“That’s not the point, Ethan!” she shouted, her temper getting away from her.
His smile fell away, and he moved his gaze to the floor, feeling his face forming his own scowl. What was so wrong with it?
Because he’d broken the Rules again, with a capital R, and now he’d be in trouble. There was no point explaining why he’d done it. Aunt Jane, whilst she might know about them, was a Mundy. She was only allowed to continue knowing about them because Magicals were in her family.
In his peripheral vision, he saw her socked feet move toward him. She sat beside him and, without warning, put an arm around his shoulder.
“Ethan,” she said, her voice sad and gentle.
That was several week ago now. He was now standing outside Cross Academy.
His gaze moved from the building to the figure stood by his side.
She hadn't said a word when they’d been told that they had been invited to join Cross Academy, but had meekly agreed. He could see her finger nails digging into her palms as she stared with large eyes at the building.
He stretched a hand out and touched the closest of hers. She looked at him with a start, but she smiled a little and let him take her hand.
Aria, like him, had pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes, but where his eyes were dark like a storm, hers were bright as a clear day.
“It’ll be okay,” he said softly to her. “I promise.”
Her look said that she wanted to believe him. The problem was that he’d said that before and they’d ended up here. Not that this was a punishment, according to his aunt and the people who came to speak to them. It was just a place they could learn to fit in and control themselves.
“Come on,” he said, leading her into the school.