Migyudon

Breakfast University Of Magic

@Migyudon, pick a letter from A to E.

@TheHangedMan

A for Abi

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I'm going to jump on in. Wish me luck!

@Migyudon

I've read pages 5 and 6 only, just to get a background of what's going on.. now the question is where do I go?

I'm honestly asking cause everyone seems to be in the middle of something and it might be weird for me to just pop up..

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Mystral 'Felicity' Farron

Complete Name: Mystral Schirm-Farron

Faceclaim

Cape Name: Felicity

Theme Song:


Aspects

High Concept: A careless stranger, delighting in the chances.

Trouble: Risks everything in fair circumstances.

Origin: Rotting in a homestead, ran away.

Growth: Tired of security, will gamble until dead.

Adventure: Why not?

Bio: Mystral is the daughter of prestige, the epitome of royalty. Born from the union of aristocrats that hail from wealthy countries, it was inevitable, even destined that she lived a sheltered, rigid and symbolically ‘perfect’ life.

Honor and wealth is equivalent to health -Farron Motto

--which is exactly why she left Frankreich in the first place.

Mystral, despite her ‘perfect’ upbringing, was not entertained by all the formalities of royalty. She dreaded every day, knowing that there were hands to be shook and treaties to be signed to ensure a ‘good and prosperous life’ for the citizens of Frankreich. She could hardly give a damn what those peasants had to think or say.

It was a droll life, a boring, tidy, and predictable life, until she decided that on her eighteenth birthday, she would leave for good.
She enjoys a life of risk, the more dangerous, the better.

Soon, she finds herself a life of gambling, living in excess whenever possible. “The thrill of uncertainty”, she says. Mystral hopped from city to city, leaving all ties once her infamy rises far enough to have her evicted, but never through anyone’s force. If she ever left in debt, the payment was sure to follow, never weeks behind.

Mystral leaves every single place with a formal curtsy, a gracious smile, and a handwritten note-- usually left at the last table she stays on. This earned her the moniker of ‘Felicity’, for wherever she may go, her smile never falters.

Goodbye, thank you and good riddance.

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Power Backstory

One such encounter of hers included meeting with a powerful gambler/ syndicate boss, known by many names-- in this story, he is Argente. There has been no solid lead on him; his identity a secret. Nonetheless, Mystral's wit and merit as a gambler had her provide audience for Argente. She was there to knock another man off their seat of power. For the giggles.

Now, she played as fairly as she could. She didn't even try to rig the cards by sleight of hand-- but in some way or another, Argente. Always. Won. So much so that she grew skeptic of Argente. It is later revealed that he was cheating all along. Mystral was being robbed right in front of her eyes! The ordeal ends with her losing half of her 'fairly' gotten wealth, and with a giant blow to her ego.

She comes back months later with better tricks, outsmarting and outplaying Argente. Her first visit was fair play, now she was in to win-- no matter what it took. Mystral could let luck play its game; she reveled in the suspense of winning or losing. --but if the deck was stacked all along, then it was time to roll her sleeves down and play dirty. Suffice to say, she won by out-cheating Argente.

The crime lord didn't take being played lightly, and offered one last game-- a game Mystral would have no chance to win. He proposes a 'modified' game of Russian Roulette. "Two guns, one bullet each. Both pull the trigger at the same time until someone 'loses'" Even if she said no, the guns of Argente's henchmen could convince her otherwise.

The game begins.. only Mystral was given a handgun instead of a revolver. No more escape. This time money wasn't on the line. It was her life; Mystral had often teetered between life and death. This was the only moment she could feel its cold grip against her neck. It suffocated her, yet pride did not permit her to back away-- among other strong forces that had a barrel to her head.

With one last look of disdain, the game begins. As Argente pulls the trigger 'click' Not that one. He urges her to follow through, a sinister grin wrapped around his twisted face. Mystral follows by aiming her gun at him. One last upstage before death's embrace. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank.

All of the bullets were blank.. Except the ones that went through her stomach and chest, peppering her frail body. The henchmen had opened fire just as planned. Now, stood the triumphant Argente, his cocky glare the last thing Mystral sees before her vision blurs by loss of blood. She lay there, gasping for her life. Her heart yearned for vengeance, nothing but the burning desire to get back at Argente.

You really didn't think I'd give you a loaded gun, did you?

Bet yourself outta this one, Felicity. It's sad a smart girl like you isn't as powerful as I am; you would have done so many things as a part of our syndicate.

Hey-- maybe if you live, I'll let you have your revenge. Maybe then you can be where I am. -Argente

---

By some thread of luck, she did survive that, not without sustaining massive injury. A passerby had heard the gunshots and opted to investigate. There lay in front of him a dying Mystral, curled and ready to accept death's kiss.. but that would have to wait. She was nursed to health and was able to get back to her feet. This time, she dared not confront Argente anymore. Her burning desire to get even was still present, but she had to play the long game with him. There was no way to destroy him straightforward, so she bides her time and works laterally. She slowly secured favor around Argente's reach, just enough to be able to turn some heads away.

That was when the Cauldron contacted her, relaying their desire to 'help her out' It would seem that Argente has stepped on some rather big toes. This is where she got her ability, apt to her attitude as a gambler.

Mystral comes back to confront Argente, some abilities already under her belt. Getting to him was as easy as using her portal to appear in his private quarters. Plenty methods came to her mind once it was just the two of them. But, she only wanted to use one ability: her first. Without his wall of men, Argente was just a mortal man. He had nowhere to hide and no one to pay.

Remember when you said I get to replace you? I hope you're a man of your word~ -Mystral Farron

With those, she was able to get her revenge. By the letter of his words, he would let her get revenge. Argente felt his feet stick to the ground as if paralyzed. His arms stiffened like a statue. Cry as he may for his bodyguards, Mystral had enough time to get the revolver stuffed in his coat and unload all the bullets but one.

She smirked and placed the barrel right between his eyes "Remember our game?" click "I pulled the trigger" click click "eight times." click "You just did it once.." click "and even then."

BANG "You cheated."

click

Ability: Wager

Trump

Mystral has the ability to bet anything, may it be tangible or non-tangible. In essence, she could outsmart a man to bet his intellect, or outdrink a body builder for their strength. The drawback is that she must also put something of equal value-- so there will be no unfairness when it comes to the stakes; she cannot bet an egg to gain someone's chicken. In the same essence, she must bet her life to gain a life. How the game is played though, that's where the misdirection can happen, but only to those who deserve it.

With this ability, she has been able to wager other abilities out of other users, and has since garnered a collection of powers such as superhuman prowess (Brute 4 level), and portal conjuration (Mover 6).

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@Migyudon
...Is that where the name Mystral came from? =P

@Sickle-cell

Believe it or not, I only found out about Mistral (RWBY) /after/ making the character; she got it from the Mistral from MGR:Revengeance :pp

I only watched Neo's scenes cause I find Ruby's voice extremely grating.

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Anywho, I'm going to add what you suggested since it's in the same wavelength of what I wrote anyway~

Then I'm going to jump on in. Wish me luck!

Breakfast University Of Magic

D:

I put all my photos on dropbox.. maybe its cause of the privacy settings bleh

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Halfway done through the imgur dump now..

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There. Every image should be seen now ;;

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@Old Amsterdam@SkinnyTy

Thanks for the input! :)

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CS V.2 Here, considering the new information I'm now aware of.

Mystral 'Felicity' Farron

Complete Name: Mystral Schirm-Farron

Faceclaim

Cape Name: Felicity

Theme Song:

Aspects

High Concept: A careless stranger, delighting in the chances.

Trouble: Risks everything in fair circumstances.

Origin: Rotting in a homestead, ran away.

Growth: Tired of security, will gamble until dead.

Adventure: Why not?

Bio: Mystral is the daughter of prestige, the epitome of royalty. Born from the union of aristocrats that hail from wealthy countries, it was inevitable, even destined that she lived a sheltered, rigid and symbolically ‘perfect’ life.

Honor and wealth is equivalent to health -Farron Motto

--which is exactly why she left Frankreich in the first place.

Mystral, despite her ‘perfect’ upbringing, was not entertained by all the formalities of royalty. She dreaded every day, knowing that there were hands to be shook and treaties to be signed to ensure a ‘good and prosperous life’ for the citizens of Frankreich. She could hardly give a damn what those peasants had to think or say.

It was a droll life, a boring, tidy, and predictable life, until she decided that on her eighteenth birthday, she would leave for good.
She enjoys a life of risk, the more dangerous, the better.

Soon, she finds herself a life of gambling, living in excess whenever possible. “The thrill of uncertainty”, she says. Mystral hopped from city to city, leaving all ties once her infamy rises far enough to have her evicted, but never through anyone’s force. If she ever left in debt, the payment was sure to follow, never weeks behind.

Mystral leaves every single place with a formal curtsy, a gracious smile, and a handwritten note-- usually left at the last table she stays on. This earned her the moniker of ‘Felicity’, for wherever she may go, her smile never falters.

Goodbye, thank you and good riddance.

---

Power Backstory

One such encounter of hers included meeting with a powerful gambler/ syndicate boss, known by many names-- in this story, he is Argente. There has been no solid lead on him; his identity a secret. Nonetheless, Mystral's wit and merit as a gambler had her provide audience for Argente. She was there to knock another man off their seat of power. For the giggles.

Now, she played as fairly as she could. She didn't even try to rig the cards by sleight of hand-- but in some way or another, Argente. Always. Won. So much so that she grew skeptic of Argente. It is later revealed that he was cheating all along. Mystral was being robbed right in front of her eyes! The ordeal ends with her losing half of her 'fairly' gotten wealth, and with a giant blow to her ego.

She comes back months later with better tricks, outsmarting and outplaying Argente. Her first visit was fair play, now she was in to win-- no matter what it took. Mystral could let luck play its game; she reveled in the suspense of winning or losing. --but if the deck was stacked all along, then it was time to roll her sleeves down and play dirty. Suffice to say, she won by out-cheating Argente.

The crime lord didn't take being played lightly, and offered one last game-- a game Mystral would have no chance to win. He proposes a 'modified' game of Russian Roulette. "Two guns, one bullet each. Both pull the trigger at the same time until someone 'loses'" Even if she said no, the guns of Argente's henchmen could convince her otherwise.

The game begins.. only Mystral was given a handgun instead of a revolver. No more escape. This time money wasn't on the line. It was her life; Mystral had often teetered between life and death. This was the only moment she could feel its cold grip against her neck. It suffocated her, yet pride did not permit her to back away-- among other strong forces that had a barrel to her head.

With one last look of disdain, the game begins. As Argente pulls the trigger 'click' Not that one. He urges her to follow through, a sinister grin wrapped around his twisted face. Mystral follows by aiming her gun at him. One last upstage before death's embrace. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank.

All of the bullets were blank.. Except the ones that went through her stomach and chest, peppering her frail body. The henchmen had opened fire just as planned. Now, stood the triumphant Argente, his cocky glare the last thing Mystral sees before her vision blurs by loss of blood. She lay there, gasping for her life. Her heart yearned for vengeance, nothing but the burning desire to get back at Argente.

You really didn't think I'd give you a loaded gun, did you?

Bet yourself outta this one, Felicity. It's sad a smart girl like you isn't as powerful as I am; you would have done so many things as a part of our syndicate.

Hey-- maybe if you live, I'll let you have your revenge. Maybe then you can be where I am. -Argente

---

By some thread of luck, she did survive that, not without sustaining massive injury. A passerby had heard the gunshots and opted to investigate. There lay in front of him a dying Mystral, curled and ready to accept death's kiss.. but that would have to wait. She was nursed to health and was able to get back to her feet. This time, she dared not confront Argente anymore. Her burning desire to get even was still present, but she had to play the long game with him. There was no way to destroy him straightforward, so she bides her time and works laterally. She slowly secured favor around Argente's reach.

That was when the Cauldron contacted her, relaying their desire to 'help her out' (For lack of a deeper understanding on how Cauldron operates, I will just say they wanted to help her dismantle Argente, and demanded the money and some favors) This is where she got her ability, apt to her attitude as a gambler.

Mystral comes back to confront Argente, some abilities already under her belt. Getting to him was as easy as using her portal to appear in his private quarters. Plenty methods came to her mind once it was just the two of them. But, she only wanted to use one ability: her first. Without his wall of men, Argente was just a mortal man. He had nowhere to hide.

Remember when you said I get to replace you? I hope you're a man of your word~ -Mystral Farron

With those, she was able to get her revenge. By the letter of his words, he would let her get revenge. Argente felt his feet stick to the ground as if paralyzed. His arms stiffened like a statue. Cry as he may for his bodyguards, Mystral had enough time to get the revolver stuffed in his coat and unload all the bullets but one.

She smirked and placed the barrel right between his eyes "Remember our game?" click "I pulled the trigger" click click "eight times." click "You just did it once.." click "and even then."

BANG "You cheated."

click

Ability: Wager

Trump

Mystral has the ability to bet anything, may it be tangible or non-tangible. In essence, she could outsmart a man to bet his intellect, or outdrink a body builder for their strength. The drawback is that she must also put something of equal value-- so there will be no unfairness when it comes to the stakes; she cannot bet an egg to gain someone's chicken. In the same essence, she must bet her life to gain a life. How the game is played though, that's where the misdirection can happen, but only to those who deserve it.

With this ability, she has been able to wager other abilities out of other users, and has since garnered a collection of powers such as superhuman prowess (Brute 4 level), and portal conjuration (Mover 6).

@Migyudon

Breakfast University Of Magic

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Prelude: Mother knows best

[Location: Abigail's Room]

She looked intently at her mirror, checking once again if her clothing was appropriate for a first impression. The girl chose to wear a lightweight dress for tonight. It was ebony black with runs of grey and white, just dull enough to completely highlight her radiant red eyes. She blinks to herself and nods with satisfaction.

Now, she checks if all the frills and ribbons on her dress were properly in place; it would be embarrassing to have to doll up like this and have a lace undone (Nothing seems out of place..) She thought to herself, pulling on the strings of her front-facing ribbon. Abi smacked her lips together and smiled at herself, leaning closer to measure if her eyeliner was even, and the wings sharp.

As a last accent to her features, she swept a tuft of her bangs to the side. This was a matter of debate between Abi and her mother

Speaking of which, the woman now enters Abi's room, creaking the ancestral door with heft. They had gotten used to the tenure of this house by now, meaning to have some renovations soon. Abi insisted to have her room fixed while she was at B.U.M.; it would be more convenient for both parties if nobody was living there while the people in charge of the fixing did their magic.

The woman heaved almost, just to get through the door and into the room. Stuffed animals littered the floor, some still holding the unopened letters of marriage proposal.

"Abigail, my dear." She swept the poor cotton creatures to the side with her feet, to make a way towards her sophomore daughter. "Aren't you going to clean up your room a bit before you leave?

It's unbearably unkempt--"

Kassidy Beckett

"Nope." Abi was applying a last touch of lip shimmer to help her stand out a little bit more. First impressions mattered the most. "It won't make sense tidying a room I won't stay in for a while, right~" Cheekily, she pushed the tip of her tongue out through the slit of her mouth, followed by a wink.

Kassidy just sighed at her daughter, brushing aside a little issue to make way for the bigger one: her only daughter was going to be gone again. It was every mother's fear and sorrow to see their little ones go, and Kassidy was no different. "Could you at least curl your hair a little more?" She added. This was Kassidy's single favor to Abi: a personal touch.

"Fiiiiiine" Abi playfully groaned and got the curling iron from the bathroom. She took strands of her grey hair and carefully wrapped it around a hand-me-down curler; but they chose to call it an heirloom. The inscription K.G.B. was still ever present in carving. She knew just how important it was to be the image of a Beckett-- albeit the noticeable difference in features between mother and daughter.

As Abi was getting the last bits of curls down, Kassidy put her hands on Abi's shoulders. "You behave while you're there, alright dear?

I don't want to hear a single complaint from anyone!" Just a few more minutes before Kass could shed a tear. She didn't want to get emotional, because Abi will get emotional and they might end up crying and Abi will look ugly on her first day of school.

"I know mommy~" Yet, Abi sniffled just a bit, not enough to run her eyeliner down.

"and remember!" Kass was close to actually crying, her bottom lip quivered.

"A Beckett is the best?" Abi now slowly inched away from her emotional mother to get her bag. She had packed a day in advance, anticipating the little drama that would happen before she left. This was just a light pack, though. The rest of her stuff would come by the next weeks. This bag was the essentials such as some spare clothes in case of a change, toiletries, make-up and pocket money.

Before they knew it, the blue portal leading to the academy opens just behind them. There was already a spot allocated for that: a clear room to avoid dragging other things through the gate. It helped a lot, considering the litter on the floor. Abi quickly ran towards the coat rack beside her door, tripping on the mountains of soft tributes as she did so. Her trusty black parasol should never leave her side; she almost considered it a friend.

Now, Abi swept a path using the parasol to avoid getting snagged once again. She stepped forward into the light, waving goodbye to her mom before the portal closed.

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Abi was a little late, fashionably so, if anyone asked. She had missed some of the ceremonies prior by sheer misfortune. The girl wandered about the corridors, trying to avoid the crowd of students as much as she could. Yet, she knew that all the happenings demanded a group of people-- so she chose to walk behind all of them to still get an idea of what's going on.

Her dress bounced, and so did her hair. She looked like a porcelain figure that could walk. One touch might just shatter her, so please take care. IF anyone ever did try to come close, she would try to deflect them away with the shaft of her umbrella. Lightly.

'clickclack clickclack clickclack' Her Heelys^TM rolled her across the flooring. Years of using these wheeled shoes had made her a master of rolling around with ease in this oh-so familiar place. This school was Breakfast University of Magic for a reason, but magic didn't seem to interest her at the moment. She was much more looking forward to---

Abi's stomach grumbled, protesting for a meal. In her preparation hustle, and the corridor bustle, she'd forgotten to pack even some travel biscuits. The girl clutched her belly and slowly wheeled into the Mess Hall.

She didn't like the Mess Hall, simply because it's messy. Her routine was to get some food and go to her dorm room to eat in solitude. The influx of students made carrying the tray towards wherever she would stay a giant boon.

(Guess I'm going to be eating here.) Abi thought to herself as she un-wheeled her shoes and walked like a normal person towards the line. She got a tray and waited like everyone else. No complaint. When it was her turn, she took a few pieces of bread and jam, followed by some pepper sausages, moderately sprinkling some hot sauce at the side. Lastly, she took a pitcher of milk for herself and found the crowd that looked like they weren't going to be messy.

cue: @Rune_Alchemist @Natsu @Deadlyrose9641 @HeroicSociopath

"Hi~ Do you mind if I sit here?" Abi held her tray firmly with two hands. The milk was the main burden, as it was in a thick glass container. Still, she persists until given permission to sit down.

Abi breathed calmly, steadfast as she stood her ground. Not an inch of hesitation nor timidness.

She smiled at them, her best one for the day. "You guys had an empty seat so I thought nobody else was going to be here."

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Cauldron. Super secretive Illuminati type organization, but if you have the connections to find them, or they find you interesting, they can sell you powers.

@ProPro

This sounds like my ticket!!

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@Old Amsterdam@SkinnyTy

I'll go give it a read and come up with a compromise. Thanks for being understanding people <3