Matsuri

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

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Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

Callin' a vote, y'all!

Post IC and be polite enough not to use eachothers' stuff for metagaming, or post via PMs and have me acting as a middle man between the groups?

@Azereiah

I think I would prefer posting IC as well. I'm a polite person, I can handle it :D

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

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• The School Cafeteria •

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Mallory was about to return to her food when another person intervened, displaying their magical ability for the whole cafeteria to see. Although the boy was probably doing it to stop the conflict altogether, his use of magic made her wary. Mallory was joking when she told the students in front of her that the whole fight might end up in a few bruises to the face, but now she was a bit more on edge when the fourth boy to arrive decided to bust out some magic. It could have gone extremely downhill from there.

Then, everything in the cafeteria came to a silent halt as one of the Professors stomped in.

The conflict had been resolved, for now. Mallory would find herself in a mini lecture as the imposing woman explained the source behind the previous boy's magic, as well as giving a good telling off to the rest of the boys in front of the entire cafeteria. Mallory snorted, taking the last bite of her bread.

“Well, they totally had it coming.”

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• Classroom Exams •

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The revelation of written exams weren't much of a surprise to Mallory. This was a prestigious school for professional mages after all; written tests like this, Mallory thought, were inevitable to come across in the first few days of the school year. Mallory wasn't incredibly intelligent by any means, but she considered herself smart enough. Had her parents not been the incredibly intelligent people they were, she wouldn't even have the slightest sense of what half the questions on the paper meant. The next time she went home, she would have to thank them for that.

Mallory answered what she could. But then came the time to start writing up her essay on why she aspired to become a professional mage. At first, her mind went completely blank. She had agreed to attend the institute for the sake of honing her powers as a mage, more so to gain good control and understanding over them. The more knowledge the better; her parents couldn't stress this enough, especially after what happened when Mallory decided to do a little 'experiment' on the one day she was left home alone. However, just recalling those memories all the way back to the first time she discovered her magical affinities struck a chord in Mallory. With that one idea in mind, she began to write.

Magic is a wonderful thing, but the more you know, the more fascinating it becomes.

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• An Old, Burned out Town •

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For some reason, Mallory felt a bit drained after the written exam. Scribbling away on sheets of paper for an hour and a half in complete silence wasn't something she particularly enjoyed. But now it was time for the practical exam, which everyone else seemed more enthusiastic about. During the thirty minute bus ride to her next location, Mallory restrained her mischievous mannerisms (she didn't have the energy to play 'who can out-insult the other person' at that time) and decided to quietly rest up for the entire journey. Perhaps there were some short conversations in between, but Mallory made sure she was mentally and physically relaxed before the practical exam begun. She would definitely need it once she got off the bus.

Full-force, objective based combat test. Mallory was ecstatic.

The whole group sorting thing was pretty chaotic. Everyone was scuttling around in desperate search for decent partners, and Mallory could only let herself flow through the crowd in order to not get trampled on. With only five minutes left and having just escaped the more concentrated area of students, Mallory still had no one else to team up with. Her thoughts went back to the magic card boy from a few hours back, but in this large crowd she had no such luck finding him. She didn't have any time to thoroughly do so.

Somehow, the flow of the crowd had swept her towards the few people she did recognise. It was the victim and the peacemaker; two of the four boys from the cafeteria incident. Another, shorter person was there too, not looking very amused by the boy that stood over them. From what she could hear, harsh rejection against the boy followed soon after. Luck just wasn't on that boy's side today.

“Luck just isn't on your side today, is it?”

Mallory waited for an appropriate moment to approach the boy with that statement, preferably when he wasn't standing as close to peacemaker boy and his shorter comapnion. She thought it was likely he would take the opportunity to group up with her after being turned down by someone else, and the closer Mallory was to a full group the less likely she would end up with someone less tolerable. This kid seemed nice enough at least, better than she had come across so far.

“You know, I think the both of us could do with an actual group.”

@HeartlessNobody

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

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• Mordhaben's Institute, Courtyard to Cafeteria •

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The boy proceeded to give an actual demonstration, which surprised Mallory. Perhaps he was the type of person to not be shaken by the words of others, however harsh or crude or overwhelmingly sarcastic. The type of person Mallory could dish out playful insults to, knowing that neither of them probably didn't care. That's what she assumed, anyway.

The cards in the boy's right hand seemed to fly into the left, all in one flawless move. Again, unexpectedly, Mallory found herself in awe at the smooth motion. She had the feeling that this was likely one of his simpler stunts; maybe investing time in perfecting card tricks wasn't as strange as she had thought.

"Just like that. Got it? The trick is to not be an idiot, and a bit of magic, but mostly not being an idiot," he said.

But before Mallory could say anything back, the opening ceremony decided to start.

“Ooh, it's actually starting!” she squealed, knowing that the faster this ceremony went the quicker she could get out of this terrible rain.

After the odd introductions from the administrator and his assistant, a short film began to play against a canvas screen. What started off as an observation of a peaceful society descended into a film about the horrors and tragedies of war. The shift in tone was alarming, and Mallory could see that in a few of the faces around her. The scene with the blackened town specifically seemed to draw out a few gasps, the horrifying screams of the dark orb in the town square made ever more mysterious from the crackling audio quality. The film would soon come to an end, some people still with their hands clasped over their mouths.

Mallory said nothing.

"Got something interesting to do? Or do you just plan to stand here, looking dumb?"

Looking as if she had just been shaken awake, Mallory snapped her neck around to face her so-called 'teacher'. She turned around so fast that she was sure she heard her neck crack.

"That does seem like a talent of yours, dearest."

“I plan to get out of this depressing rain and get myself a long awaited meal, actually,” she smirked. “I guess I'll find the time and effort to do some cute card tricks some other day, because my stomach is not waiting for anyone.”

Mallory was not going to stand around while the other students filed into the cafeteria. The girl skipped away, waving a hand to her conversation partner before she was swept into the crowd.

“Until next time then, dearest.”

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The second time Mallory snapped her head around to look at something was when she found herself within earshot of a minor catastrophe. She was walking over to a table to sit down and eat, minding her own business for once, when a rather unhappy student a few metres away started having a go at another student. He looked so angry that Mallory thought he was going to explode right then and there, either emotionally or physically. Or maybe even both. Some of the surrounding students seemed to think so too, and some even tried to intervene before the unhappy student was pushed over the edge of sanity completely.

Mallory simply raised an eyebrow, watching the whole spectacle unfold from a safe distance as she sat down and bit into her bread. She looked towards the two students that sat near her, looking slightly confused about he whole ordeal.

“That looks kinda bad, doesn't it?” she said, wincing at the student on the receiving end of wrath itself. Mallory glanced at the students before her; what appeared to be a Chimera and what appeared to be a human.

“I'd gladly stay to watch some stupid bickering between stupid people any day, but that over there looks like it's going to turn into a riot more than anything!” she continued, letting out a low chuckle. Mallory would stay put for now, because honestly, it didn't seem like the best time for anyone to jump in and intervene. And considering the type of person who appeared to be causing all the trouble, getting involved probably wasn't the smartest idea.

@GrafRoy Zeppeli @Eragon @semicolon

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

In the meantime, I guess:

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

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• Mordhaben's Institute, the Courtyard •

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Mallory cackled.

It was one of those moments when Mallory hadn't actually intended to provoke anyone in the first place; she felt sincere curiousity towards this person's strange pass time activity, though her way of speech seemed to have directed the conversation into more hostile territory. The boy didn't look unsettled by her comment at all however, eventually retorting back with his own sense of wit. So he was going to play that game, Mallory thought. Well, it was much more entertaining than standing in the rain with nothing to do and no one to talk to.

“Maybe you should put yourself to the test, then,” she chuckled, her smile now looking genuinely devious. “Teach me your cultured ways, O great and honourable teacher.”

Mallory wasn't sure if she even wanted the opening ceremony to start now. Or about what grey matter even was.

@GrafRoy Zeppeli

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

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• Mordhaben's Institute, the Courtyard •

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Mallory hated the rain.

What a way to set the scene, she thought; of all days, it just had to start pouring down on the day she was officially admitted into Mordhaben's Institute. Although the clouds were not as grey and the rain was not as heavy, eventually Mallory's hair would go from extra fluffy to extra damp from all the rainwater that it had collected. She was frowning all the way through her walk to the school courtyard, regretting the time she had spent to make herself look more decent and less dead than usual.

But then again, Mallory's hair was really just a bunch of dead skin cells that formed a strange white mop on her head. In an interesting school full of very interesting people, something like that was the least of her worries. She was excited; meeting all of these diverse people in an environment she had never experienced before was certainly something to look forward to. Mallory smiled, the accidental hint of maliciousness on her lavender lips likely scaring the few people who happened to catch sight of the look she had on her face at that moment.

The entrance ceremony seemed to be taking quite long to really get started, and Mallory was stuck in a crowd full of people she didn't know without anything to do to pass the time. Although she had zero problems having conversations with other people, as of now there was really nothing interesting she could talk about. But as she attempted to fish out some conversation starters from her head, Mallory caught sight of someone who did have something interesting to do to pass the time. Without a second thought, the girl bounced over towards the person shuffling cards in their hands.

“That's a skillful hand you've got there!” Mallory interrupted, that unintentionally shady smile creeping onto her face once again. “You must be very committed, 'cause I sure wouldn't spend my time perfecting something like that.”

@GrafRoy Zeppeli

a character dump

Mallory

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What is your name?

Mallory Mortimer, dear.

How old are you?

Nineteen years of age, going on twenty soon.

What is your gender?

I mean… have you seen this womanly figure of mine?

What do you wish to be?

A mage that surpasses even the strength of her own mother! Dolores Mortimer, you must have heard of her?

What are your skills?

Mortimer mages are rather infamous for their use of enchanted blue fire, and I happen to be one of them! We've been scorching monsters into oblivion for centuries, and we've made quite a name for ourselves in our region of origin. Although my flames can get a little... out of control sometimes, I like to think I'm well versed in the basics, being the age I am now. I happen to be quite the speedy cleaner as well, if there's any use in saying that. Oh, I also happen to be quite well read about this world of ours, or what we know about it, at least. Mother always kept a great deal of books at home…

What is in your inventory?

Well, I can never leave home without my satchel and my magic staff! Helps me control the channelling of my magic a little easier with it. Aside for the essentials I keep in this large bag of mine, I also keep this simple spell book at hand. It contains quite basic, domestic spells, though I have my flames to protect me if bigger threats are to arise. And a small diary too, because there can be some important things I musn't forget about along my travels! Oh, but what is a young lady without her cosmetics and fragrances? I always look awfully pale without my lip colour and I can never forget to spray a little lavender perfume before I head out in my white fox coat!

What are you like? What do people think of you?

Despite my preferences for only the darkest of garments, I'd say I'm as vibrant and colourful a person as you can get! Life can get so dull and repetitive most of the time, so it's only natural that I feed my curiosities as often as I can. Reading, practising spells, talking to other people, anything that will keep this energetic mind of mine busy! I'm a woman driven merely by my passions and interests, to explore and experience the exhilarating things this world has to offer; anything that can't fulfil those aren't relevant to me, of course. Our time in this world only lasts so long, so I would hate to have it wasted by uninteresting matters.

What people think of me? Well, let's just say that I've heard a… wide variety of responses in my nineteen years. Words like obnoxious, shameless, deranged, hot-tempered, oh, but that's just scratching the surface! If only you could hear the sort of things people used to call me! I mean, I don't exactly have the cleanest reputation, but then again, who doesn't? And to call me insane for it? Ha! As a Mortimer mage, I assure you that I would never use my gifts to wreck havoc against anything but evil entities. Still, the imaginations us humans have is unbelievable!

On the other hand, there are still others who share vastly different opinions to those misconceptions. I've often received some rather flattering compliments about my 'spellbinding allure', how ironic! I like to think that I'm the witty vivacious type, you know, the sort of woman who can light up a cold room with a bit of warmth. Being around people gives me comfort, even if it's just one person sitting by me I feel content. There's nothing I loathe more than being alone for too long… oh, I just hate being alone, I can't be alone, I absolutely despise the silence. As much as I would adore to have someone attached to my side until the day I die, some people just aren't always what they seem. I can see it in their eyes sometimes, you know, through the gateway to their soul. At this point, the deceptive nature of man ceases to surprise me.

Oh my, I seem to have rambled on for far too long, haven't I! There are more questions to answer, correct?

What are your life experiences? How did you grow up?

Ninteen years ago, I was born in the bustling village of Adria, a unique sort of trading hub that lies in the northernmost regions where snow is heavy and frequent. My mother was the de facto protector of our homeland, a fearsome mage who was said to have wielded her Mortimer flames more efficiently than any other predecessor of ours. My twin sister, Lilith - _{just even uttering the brat's name irritates me} - were to be her successors when she passed, and she trained us with a sort of severity that made it look like every day was her last. We both possessed great latent magic potential, our mother gave us that. However, for years we were confined to honing our spells in the nearby taigas and studying in recluse inside mother's library, rather than interacting with the villagers who were only a few minutes walk away from our large tower home.

I'll admit, my sister was always - _{dare I say it} - the more skilful one. And mother saw that as soon as our rate of progress began to differ at around eight years old. 'Why waste your time on someone that shows you no potential for the future?' Mother must have been thinking something along the lines of that. So all the attention was brought upon my dear sister, and eventually, my studies were of no concern to mother. So how was I supposed to satisfy my newfound boredom having already read the entirety of my mother's library and having no friends beyond the spiders on the corners of my bedroom walls? As entertaining as it is conversing with the little critters, it does get a little stale after a while.

Ah, the rebellious streak of my adolescence… how I treasure it. Sneaking out of the tower for the first time, running off into the forests way past the setting of the sun, causing a bit of mischief in the village square, getting up early to set fire to my sister's bedroom, ah, what an exhilarating youth I had! But of course, I always got caught and punished, always after my sister had informed mother of my misconducts, the little snitch. But that never stopped me, no, I got more daring with each outing, of course! The village even gave me the nickname 'Mad Mallory' they were that impressed, ha! My mother, of course, berated me once the rumours spread to her. I guess some people just can't handle such an intrepid young soul.

But one particular incident a few years back - a romance gone wrong, you could call it - spun things even out of my control. Emotions are certainly… complicated things; being neglected for so long does things to you, I just couldn't stand being alone anymore and I wanted someone to care for me but they couldn't offer that. I had apparently gotten too 'attached' and gone a bit 'mad' and things got a little 'heated' and soon mother had villagers banging on her door saying the foulest of things about me! I awaited my regular scolding and assigned punishment when mother was finished, but as soon as she came back to me, she was insistent on trying a… different punishment than usual.

Needless to say, it wasn't the most thrilling two months eating and sleeping in the underground basement, awfully stuffy and chilly in there but it didn't take long to get used to! What I couldn't get used to was every time my sister brought my food down to my 'new bedroom'; the girl always had the nerve to look at me with a triumphant smirk on her face as she carelessly tossed my meals at me! I think that child is the spawn of the Demon King himself, that insufferable brat!

Even after things had returned to normal I wasn't having any fun living under the same roof as those two. It was the week before my nineteenth birthday, I think; I was old enough to leave, so I did. Not before setting my sister's belongings on fire for the last time, of course, how I rejoiced in seeing that repulsive scowl of hers. I've vowed to surpass her and my mother my entire life, and nothing has changed since then.

Oh dear, I think I've said a bit too much... Silly me! I haven't bored you to sleep, have I?

RP: Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

Mallory

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N A M E:
Mallory Mortimer

A P P E A R A N C E:
Mallory is a deathly pale young woman of 5'7, with unusual fluffy white hair and unusual lilac coloured eyes. Despite looking like a person who has never set a foot outside the shadows, Mallory is in good shape, having a reasonable amount of muscle distributed throughout her body. This does not detract from her overall ghostly appearance however, and her preference for dark and flowing clothes only seems to add to it. Both of her ears are pierced, and each day she wears a different pair of earrings.

A G E:
16

S P E C I E S:
Human

G E N D E R:
Female

O C C U P A T I O N:
Student

P E R S O N A L I T Y:
There are different ways you could interpret Mallory's persona. Some may see her as the upbeat and humorous girl who's just looking for a bit of harmless fun during school hours. Others may see an eccentric troublemaker who's words and actions seem to cause more harm then they're supposed to. Usually, she's perceived as the latter.

Contrary to what appears to be popular belief, Mallory isn't completely devoid of having manners or an idea of social etiquette. At first, she comes off as this confident and even friendly person with a bit of a mischievous side and a love for some witty banter between friends. But her closer classmates will know her as the sarcastic and cruel class clown, a fearless woman who revels in trolling other people for the fun of it and keeps people worriedly guessing with that bold and blunt attitude of hers. Despite all the negativity Mallory gets for all of this, rarely will she be shaken about the insults or grudges of others. In reality though, she honestly isn't going out of her way to cause anyone severe harm most of the time; sometimes, Mallory just wants to have a bit of fun, and sometimes, it can get a bit out of hand.

Her normal laugh may sound more like a villainous cackle, and her straightforwardness can be somewhat harsh, but generally, Mallory is an okay person. That's what she thinks, at least.

• Openness: 7
• Neuroticism: 4
• Agreeableness: 2
• Extroversion: 9
• Conscientiousness: 2

B I O:
Mallory had a very simplistic childhood, which is strange considering the way she... turned out. Although her parents are practically older versions of herself (in terms of energetic eccentricity and glorious sarcasm), Mallory grew up in a healthy and stable household, one that was neither rich nor poor. Her parents loved their only child very much, and Mallory loved them back, as a daughter of loving and responsible parents would. It was inevitable that Mallory would be raised to use magic, as both her parents had attended Mordhaben's Institute in their younger years. But although they had only intended to teach Mallory the basics of her powers by themselves, certain events would lead them to come to the decision that perhaps it would be better if she learned how to better control her magic at a proper school.

To summarise, Mallory is a very familial person who has much to learn about her fiery powers.

A T T R I B U T E S:

• Strength: 4
• Constitution: 8
• Agility (gross motor skills): 7
• Dexterity (fine motor skills): 4
• Intelligence: 4
• Charisma: 8
• Aesthetics/Appearance: 5

M A G I C T Y P E P R E F E R E N C E:
Fire Manipulation

I N N A T E M A G I C T A L E N T:
Blue Fire Manipulation (basically, extra extra hot fire)

I N T E R E S T S:

• Stargazing
• Exercising
• Doing wordsearches

S K I L L S:

• Very flexible
• Good cook
• Can do some kickass cartwheels

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Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

So I decided to make a thing, and I hope you like the thing.

@Azereiah

Mallory

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N A M E:
Mallory Mortimer

A P P E A R A N C E:
Mallory is a deathly pale young woman of 5'7, with unusual fluffy white hair and unusual lilac coloured eyes. Despite looking like a person who has never set a foot outside the shadows, Mallory is in good shape, having a reasonable amount of muscle distributed throughout her body. This does not detract from her overall ghostly appearance however, and her preference for dark and flowing clothes only seems to add to it. Both of her ears are pierced, and each day she wears a different pair of earrings.

A G E:
16

S P E C I E S:
Human

G E N D E R:
Female

O C C U P A T I O N:
Student

P E R S O N A L I T Y:
There are different ways you could interpret Mallory's persona. Some may see her as the upbeat and humorous girl who's just looking for a bit of harmless fun during school hours. Others may see an eccentric troublemaker who's words and actions seem to cause more harm then they're supposed to. Usually, she's perceived as the latter.

Contrary to what appears to be popular belief, Mallory isn't completely devoid of having manners or an idea of social etiquette. At first, she comes off as this confident and even friendly person with a bit of a mischievous side and a love for some witty banter between friends. But her closer classmates will know her as the sarcastic and cruel class clown, a fearless woman who revels in trolling other people for the fun of it and keeps people worriedly guessing with that bold and blunt attitude of hers. Despite all the negativity Mallory gets for all of this, rarely will she be shaken about the insults or grudges of others. In reality though, she honestly isn't going out of her way to cause anyone severe harm most of the time; sometimes, Mallory just wants to have a bit of fun, and sometimes, it can get a bit out of hand.

Her normal laugh may sound more like a villainous cackle, and her straightforwardness can be somewhat harsh, but generally, Mallory is an okay person. That's what she thinks, at least.

• Openness: 7
• Neuroticism: 4
• Agreeableness: 2
• Extroversion: 9
• Conscientiousness: 2

B I O:
Mallory had a very simplistic childhood, which is strange considering the way she... turned out. Although her parents are practically older versions of herself (in terms of energetic eccentricity and glorious sarcasm), Mallory grew up in a healthy and stable household, one that was neither rich nor poor. Her parents loved their only child very much, and Mallory loved them back, as a daughter of loving and responsible parents would. It was inevitable that Mallory would be raised to use magic, as both her parents had attended Mordhaben's Institute in their younger years. But although they had only intended to teach Mallory the basics of her powers by themselves, certain events would lead them to come to the decision that perhaps it would be better if she learned how to better control her magic at a proper school.

To summarise, Mallory is a very familial person who has much to learn about her fiery powers.

A T T R I B U T E S:

• Strength: 4
• Constitution: 8
• Agility (gross motor skills): 7
• Dexterity (fine motor skills): 3
• Intelligence: 4
• Charisma: 8
• Aesthetics/Appearance: 5

M A G I C T Y P E P R E F E R E N C E:
Fire Manipulation

I N N A T E M A G I C T A L E N T:
Blue Fire Manipulation (basically, extra extra hot fire)

I N T E R E S T S:

• Stargazing
• Exercising
• Doing wordsearches

S K I L L S:

• Very flexible
• Good cook
• Can do some kickass cartwheels

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